I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
Reblog
8 years ago
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+ //Clintasha
+ //Drabble I couldn't help when I saw that picture
+ //My feels are just exploding everywhere
+ //Now on with regularly scheduled blogging
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Neither of them is quite sure when it began. When the sharp tug of fingers wrapped around the other’s wrist slid down to be running through apparently abandoned streets, fingers locked as the bullets rained down. All they know now is that they don’t...

Neither of them is quite sure when it began. When the sharp tug of fingers wrapped around the other’s wrist slid down to be running through apparently abandoned streets, fingers locked as the bullets rained down. All they know now is that they don’t speak about - not even their bravery extends to this discussion - and that now that it’s begun, it cannot be stopped. 

Clint’s hand is as familiar to Natasha as her own. The callus below the joint at the top of his middle finger, the scar between his first two knuckles,  the warmth and power in the grip that’s belied by how tender (and she doesn’t know when gentle but firm turned to something more either) his hold is when he has her hand in his grasp.