I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
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+ bannerandbarton
+ //This is insane.
+ //I've never had her like this - she's never wanted to be like this!

banner-and-barton:

inheritorofmemories:

The touch of his fingers in his hair soothes her a little, and her fingers untense in his shirt - although she can’t bring herself to let go, not right now. She’s always found it soothing, although it makes her ever more aware of what she might yet lose. 

At his answer, she looks up, eyes slightly wide with surprise. “You… you’d come, without knowing… leaving this behind?” She tries to stop herself from speaking - she has what she’d never imagined she would be allowed to - but there’s no way she’ll ever let Clint walk into something without knowing everything.

“It’s not like your past. We’d be constantly on the run, never stopping. Taking whatever jobs we can find and always, always looking behind. Once you… If you decide to come with me, that’s it. No one’s going to give  me a second chance.”

The magnitude of what she’s asking him to do for her hits, and she curls closer once more - as though that can protect her from the leaden weight in her stomach. If she cares for him, she should never ask this of him. Yet at the same time, the idea of straying from his arms seems beyond her right now.

Clint held her even closer, looking at her, nodding softly at her words. “I know.”, he simply said, his gaze laying on her, his fingers still curled into her hair, softly holding her. He knew she needed this right now, just as much as he did. He needed her closeness and he needed her. More than anything else.

“There is no other way, is it?”, he asked quietly, looking down at her, softly kissing her forehead, a protecting gesture. He just wanted her to be safe, he needed her to be safe. And if he didn’t know if she was, he was dying from being so worried.
“If you’ll let me talk to Fury, you can get immunity… I know I can get him to reconsider.”, he mumbled quietly against her skin, pulling back only a little.

They had never really shared a kiss, never been too close for too long, even thoug he was really longing for it. Clint needed Natasha’s closeness, she was the only one he allowed himself to be vulnerable around. She was the only person he trusted so much that he showed her just how hurt he could be. How much he worried.

“There is,” Natasha tells him softly, looking up to meet the burn of his gaze. Oh, it makes her flawed, real in his arms - here, she isn’t bulletproof. The opposite, in fact. “You could stay here. Be safe. Forget about me - have a wife, kids.” She wants it for him so badly, the happiness she knows her deserves. Yet at the same time, she knows she would kill to keep him with her, wants no one’s hands on him but hers for as long as they live.

She curls closer, stroking her own fingers through his hair. “He won’t. They’ve never trusted me, not like you do,” she answers, pressing her mouth to whatever skin she can touch. She’s never allowed herself to cross this line, not for a moment, but she needs the reassurance of the somehow familiar taste of his skin lingering on her lips.

“Clint,” she says again, little more than a whisper, but it’s an admission of sorts. She strokes down over his face, through his hair, and she knows every single inch of that expressive face. “I can’t ask you to do this for me. You…. do you ever regret it? Saving me?”