He'd admit it a hundred and one times just how much he enjoyed her company in this caliber. Considering her leg was wrapped around his as if she was really anchoring him down. It was welcomed, because he often wondered if these lingering thoughts of Loki were making him float away.
The silence was so loud in his ears and he half wondered if he'd made a clinical error in asking her. He'd been the one to bring her in, he'd been the one to show her his trust by having her at his back, but they'd never fell into a discussion about her past because Clint figured he didn't have a right to know and if she ever felt he did she'd be the one to start the conversation.
But he needed this, he needed to know if it was easier then he thought it was, if he was the one clinging onto the shadow or if the shadow was really still clinging onto him. He stroked fingers over her arm, along the faint line of a scar he could make out in the dark. "I need to get a handle on this, don't need Fury taking me off the roster." His wings were already bent out of shape, he didn't need tethering to the ground, he'd already done a good enough job of constantly beating himself up about all the blood he'd caused to spill.
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The silence was so loud in his ears and he half wondered if he'd made a clinical error in asking her. He'd been the one to bring her in, he'd been the one to show her his trust by having her at his back, but they'd never fell into a discussion about her past because Clint figured he didn't have a right to know and if she ever felt he did she'd be the one to start the conversation.
But he needed this, he needed to know if it was easier then he thought it was, if he was the one clinging onto the shadow or if the shadow was really still clinging onto him. He stroked fingers over her arm, along the faint line of a scar he could make out in the dark. "I need to get a handle on this, don't need Fury taking me off the roster." His wings were already bent out of shape, he didn't need tethering to the ground, he'd already done a good enough job of constantly beating himself up about all the blood he'd caused to spill.
"I'll get better," It was an unspoken promise.