that awkward meme;

[santanachamp]

THAT AWKWARD MEME WHEN
Congratulations, your character's shame is now a spectator sport.

RULES:
o1. Post your character ( name | series | any preferences ).
o2. Characters tagging in: Pick roll for a prompt.
o3. The character setting up the scene can be either the cause, or the unfortunate witness to the awkward situation. Have fun!



That awkward moment when...

o1. You're trying to slink away with your partner’s valuables after a one night stand only to wake them up in the process.
o2. You send a message with your confession, raaage, embarrassing questions or compromising pictures to the wrong person.
o3. You forgot about a birthday or anniversary and now have to pitch a cheap gift bought in five minutes off the nearest 7/11 as a symbolic expression of your feelings.
o4. You lost your wallet and have to charm a perfect stranger into paying your tab.
o5. You spill your wine on the event special guest half an hour before they're due giving their speech.
o6. You need to get rid of your date/groupie/coworker to assume your superhero identity and go save the day in the nearby building.
o7. You can’t stop hiccuping during someone's heartfelt confession of undying affection.
o8. You kidnapped the wrong person.
o9. You have to get your very drunk friend out of a public place fast, and they're not exactly cooperating.
10. You blame grave illness to cancel on meeting someone, only to run into them an hour later.
11. You slip on a banana peel in the middle of your amazing performance or even more amazing shounen attack.
12. You get matched on a blind date with someone who dumped you. Twice.
13. You call out the wrong name when things get hot and heavy.
14. You have to prod this person whether they like-like your friend without outright saying it, because said friend is apparently five too shy to ask on their own.
15. You run into someone after choosing your clothing or doing your make up during a blackout.
16. You have to ask a favour of someone you publicly lambasted twenty minutes ago.
17. You wake up to find someone's been watching you sleep.
18. You answer the door in your lingerie to surprise your special other, only to find it’s not them calling.
19. You try the polite greeting your friends taught you in a different language, only to find out it’s actually a grave insult or a hilarious proposal.
20. You accidentally walk into someone showering, singing aloud, enjoying their personal time or anything else you feel like putting together.

Comments

[inevermiss]

He wasn't going to argue with her when she was like this, but he if he could help it, he wouldn't let her take any of the blame either. Her words might have seemed harsh to anyone else, but Clint took a small comfort in them. If he could trust anyone, to be honest with him - even brutally so - it was Natasha. He moved closer to the bed, exhaustion taking over as he moved his hand up from her knee to take her hand.

"It might be a while," he said. "Once they get you stable, you're supposed to get some rest." His mouth turned up the tiniest bit. "If that's even possible for you."

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint knew better than to argue with her, but Natasha was relieved all the same when he relented. Although she was certain he hadn’t truly given in, she didn’t have it in her right not to fight with him. The true fighting would be done in front of Fury when they both pleaded their cases to the Director, Natasha to shoulder some of the blame and Clint to take it all.

Squeezing his hand in hers, she could see the exhaustion written all over him. It was in his voice, his expression, his very stance. He probably hadn’t left her side since she went unconscious.

“Anything is possible,” she said, one corner of her lips curling up slightly. “Probable, though...”

Maybe now he could rest, not just his body but his mind; now that he saw her awake, heard that she sounded like herself, that she could still berate him or tease him, whatever was required. She wished she could take all of his guilt away but she hoped that this at least would be enough to alleviate it somewhat.

“Well, if I’m going to be here a while why don’t you go get some rest? You really do look like hell.”

[inevermiss]

He gave her a faint smile. "Hey, you're not really in a position to judge, you're not looking too hot right now yourself."

Still he squeezed her hand lightly. "Besides, I plan to. I'm pretty sure I could sleep for a week after this." He paused, letting go of her hand and leaning back into the chair. He crossed his arms. "And I will. Just right here."

He met her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. Not yet."

[study_in_scarlet]

“You know you’re never supposed to tell a woman that, right?” she teased, though she stopped short of saying that it was no wonder that none of his relationships lasted. Even as a joke she wasn’t sure she should go there. “Besides, if I still looked good after surgery then all the female agents would hate me.” She had a feeling many of them already did, though it was probably more fear than hate.

At least Clint didi claim that he planned to sleep and Natasha assumed he was just waiting for her to do so first. Silly assumption. Her brows lowered as he continued, claiming he planned to stay and just sleep in the chair, even crossing his arms in a stubborn manner as if daring her to argue. She searched his eyes and knew that protesting would be a waste of much needed energy. For what felt like a long while she held his gaze but he didn’t budge, and eventually she sighed and closed her eyes.

“Well if you’re going to sleep there you might as well sleep here,” she said, patting the small bit of mattress beside her as she opened her eyes to meet his again. They took care of each other, that’s what they did, and just because she was the injured one didn’t mean he didn’t need a little care as well.

[inevermiss]

"You mean they don't already?" It was a joke, but he knew better than anyone the way that the other agents had reacted to Natasha's integration into SHIELD. Agents had been slow to trust the Black Widow, especially ones that had come up against her in the field before. Though she had earned her place as one of Fury's favorites, it hadn't been without garnering resentment.

She gave him that unwavering look, the one that seemed like it should have the ability to turn a man to stone, but he was standing firm on this one. He wasn't leaving her side. Not yet. Maybe not for a while.

His brow furrowed slightly as he looked back at her, studying her face to make sure that was what she really wanted. Natasha was many things, but placating wasn't one of them. After a moment he pushed himself to his feet and moved towards the bed. He was careful not to shift things too much as he eased in beside her, his head pillowed on his arm as he laid on his side.

"This better not be any pity sleep," he said, his voice a little gruffer than normal, though there was the ghost of a smile on his lips.

[study_in_scarlet]

It was meant as a joke but Natasha knew the truth behind it and took no offense either way. It had taken her years to earn the trust of many of her fellow agents, and there were many that still disliked and resented her, many because Fury had taken to her so well. At one time she had been the enemy, though, and there are many who never forget something like that. She understood this completely and held no grudges.

He didn’t seem to believe her offer first, seemed to be looking for another motive behind it before he finally gave in, knowing just as well as she had that there was no point in arguing; he wasn’t going to leave her alone and she wasn’t going to leave him to sleep in the chair. Fair is fair.

She didn’t try to move over to give him more room, knowing it would hurt and he would only stop her. Rolling her head to the side so she could look at him she smiled faintly at his words. “More like a mercy sleep,” she said. “I know how you get when you’re overtired so I thought I’d do a public service and save everyone else from having to put up with that.”

[inevermiss]

"Considerate of you," he said, his gaze lingering on her lips and the faint smile there for a moment. For the first time since she'd been hit he let himself let go of some of the tenseness melt away from his shoulders and relaxed the tiniest bit.

The tightness had been all that had been holding him together as he'd answered questions and waited for news. They'd been through this before. It wasn't the first time or the last that one of them would be wounded on the job, but he'd been directly responsible this time. It was something he wasn't going to be letting himself off the hook for any time soon.

"That code box better be worth it," Clint murmured, sighing softly. "That's all I've got to say."

[study_in_scarlet]

Although the outward effect was minimal, Natasha knew Clint well enough to see him relax, even if only a little. She knew he needed to be here, needed to see that she was okay with his own eyes, and she also knew it was better to keep him here. Even if he left he was more likely to try to get to Stevenson or harass those working on the code box than to actually get any rest himself. So not only did staying him let him observe her and reassure himself further that she was going to recover, but it gave her comfort that he would actually get some sleep and not get himself into further trouble.

“Even if it’s not, what other option did we have? We couldn’t have just let it got,” she said evenly. Clasping his hand she threaded her fingers through his. “We did what we could on short notice and with minimal planning.”

[inevermiss]

He'd shut his eyes momentarily, but he cracked one open to look at her as her fingers weaved with his. For a moment his expression softened as he looked back at her.

The thing about Natasha was that she didn't hold any punches. If she thought he was to blame for this, she would say so, even if she tried to let him down easy while she did it.

But there's no trace of that as she looks back at him. He squeezes her fingers lightly.

"Yeah, I guess we did."

[study_in_scarlet]

She could feel him giving in, feel him allowing her to reassure him, and while she suspected he would continue to blame himself, she at least hoped that he that he realised that she didn’t blame him. She meant what she said, it hadn’t been anyone’s fault, and she hoped that assuaged his guilt somewhat.

“Exactly,” she said, keeping her hand in his but letting her eyes drift shut. “Now get some sleep before I knock you out.”

[inevermiss]

"I'd like to see you try," he said, though the last two words were elongated by a small yawn that wasn't entirely fabricated.

He shut his eyes and settled beside her, his fingers still twisted in hers. "Now cut it out. I'm trying to sleep here. You know how I like it when you're bossy."

[study_in_scarlet]

“You haven’t seen bossy yet,” Natasha replied, opening one eye to peek over at him. Seeing his eyes closed she let herself relax again. “Now shut up and sleep.”

She couldn’t help but smile as she settled in to sleep, Clint’s hand still curled warmly and comfortingly around hers.