“You wear a tutu?” Clint asked, eyebrows raising. “Okay, not that I have to see. It can be a private show, nobody else has to see.” He was positively grinning with delight at the whole idea of it. The deadly Black Widow in a tutu? If it was pink he might just die.
Watching her remove her weapons, he moved to do the same. Unstrapping his glove, he pulled at the ends of the fingers with his teeth until he could remove it completely, tossing it back over his shoulder to the small table behind him. He could feel his nerves beginning to rise as she considered his offer. He had never been the most open person in the world, neither of them were, so he knew she knew the importance of the offer, just as he knew the importance of her current circumstances. He wouldn’t take advantage of her while she was like this but he knew he had to try to be truthful in whatever she asked of him.
It wasn’t starting off good when she began with stipulations.
“I can promise to try,” he said, which was as good as he could give. He definitely couldn’t promise not to laugh at least without knowing what it was. Working off his arm guards, Clint stopped short at her first question. In a million years he would never have guessed it.
At least the shock kept him from laughing.
“Seriously?” he questioned, not knowing what else to say. She had to be joking. “You do know there’s about fifty of them, right?” Not that he’d really had an opportunity to see many of them himself. Movies hadn’t really been a thing he’d done growing up. Most normal kid things hadn’t.
The second question he should have expected. Maybe he had hoped she wouldn’t dig so deep, but it didn’t come completely by surprise. Tossing his guards back with the glove, he slowly removed the gun holster from his leg as well, taking the time to consider his answer. Folding his arms on the chair again he buried his face in them so only his eyes were visible.
“There was a fire in you I couldn’t extinguish,” he started slowly, casting a quick glance at Natasha before dropping his eyes to the floor again. “I saw someone who didn’t want to be doing what they were doing, someone who wanted out but didn’t know how to break free. I thought... Maybe you wanted me to kill you?” He looked at her again. “I knew what rock bottom felt like and SHIELD managed to pull me out of it. I saw... I guess I saw a bit of myself in you and thought they could do the same for you.”
It was hard to put it into words, everything he had felt in that moment, in that split second decision.
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Watching her remove her weapons, he moved to do the same. Unstrapping his glove, he pulled at the ends of the fingers with his teeth until he could remove it completely, tossing it back over his shoulder to the small table behind him. He could feel his nerves beginning to rise as she considered his offer. He had never been the most open person in the world, neither of them were, so he knew she knew the importance of the offer, just as he knew the importance of her current circumstances. He wouldn’t take advantage of her while she was like this but he knew he had to try to be truthful in whatever she asked of him.
It wasn’t starting off good when she began with stipulations.
“I can promise to try,” he said, which was as good as he could give. He definitely couldn’t promise not to laugh at least without knowing what it was. Working off his arm guards, Clint stopped short at her first question. In a million years he would never have guessed it.
At least the shock kept him from laughing.
“Seriously?” he questioned, not knowing what else to say. She had to be joking. “You do know there’s about fifty of them, right?” Not that he’d really had an opportunity to see many of them himself. Movies hadn’t really been a thing he’d done growing up. Most normal kid things hadn’t.
The second question he should have expected. Maybe he had hoped she wouldn’t dig so deep, but it didn’t come completely by surprise. Tossing his guards back with the glove, he slowly removed the gun holster from his leg as well, taking the time to consider his answer. Folding his arms on the chair again he buried his face in them so only his eyes were visible.
“There was a fire in you I couldn’t extinguish,” he started slowly, casting a quick glance at Natasha before dropping his eyes to the floor again. “I saw someone who didn’t want to be doing what they were doing, someone who wanted out but didn’t know how to break free. I thought... Maybe you wanted me to kill you?” He looked at her again. “I knew what rock bottom felt like and SHIELD managed to pull me out of it. I saw... I guess I saw a bit of myself in you and thought they could do the same for you.”
It was hard to put it into words, everything he had felt in that moment, in that split second decision.