Natasha body tensed a moment when Clint suddenly grabbed her wrist, but she relaxed again when he moved his hand down to hold hers instead. She had to be the strong one, and for all intents and purposes she was, but that didn’t mean she had no fears either; he wasn’t the only one who had nightmares. She had been able to save him from Loki once, but what if it wasn’t enough? What if it was only temporary? She couldn’t guarantee any more than he could that he was completely free of Loki’s control, she could only hope he was and trust in him and herself. She would do anything and everything to keep him grounded and keep him with her.
After he refused the offer of unloading she didn’t push the subject, that wasn’t how they worked. If he wanted to talk about it he knew she was there to listen, but if he didn’t she wouldn’t try to force him to just like he had never tried to make her speak of her past. They had an understanding: they were there for each other to chase away the demons, but it was up to themselves when and if they spoke of the things that haunted them. “Okay,” she said simply, kissing his shoulder again softly.
The laugh was strained and it made her heart ache to hear it. She missed how freely and honestly he used to laugh. “You don’t have to be careful around me. Don’t even think of trying to avoid waking me.” It was a reassurance, a promise, and a warning. She wanted to be here, and she wanted to be here for him. If he needed her she did not want to sleep through it, and she would be less than pleased if he let that happen.
She didn’t answer his question, just moved her arm from around him and gently urged him to lay back down, their hands still intertwined, her head still against his shoulder. Sleep would not return easily, but she wasn’t about to pass up the chance to curl up against him again.
no subject
After he refused the offer of unloading she didn’t push the subject, that wasn’t how they worked. If he wanted to talk about it he knew she was there to listen, but if he didn’t she wouldn’t try to force him to just like he had never tried to make her speak of her past. They had an understanding: they were there for each other to chase away the demons, but it was up to themselves when and if they spoke of the things that haunted them. “Okay,” she said simply, kissing his shoulder again softly.
The laugh was strained and it made her heart ache to hear it. She missed how freely and honestly he used to laugh. “You don’t have to be careful around me. Don’t even think of trying to avoid waking me.” It was a reassurance, a promise, and a warning. She wanted to be here, and she wanted to be here for him. If he needed her she did not want to sleep through it, and she would be less than pleased if he let that happen.
She didn’t answer his question, just moved her arm from around him and gently urged him to lay back down, their hands still intertwined, her head still against his shoulder. Sleep would not return easily, but she wasn’t about to pass up the chance to curl up against him again.