Only when she lowered her weapon and it nearly slipped from her hand, Natasha realized how much it suddenly trembled. It would have been too easy telling herself, it was just the overstraining of the last days from that arm doing the other's job.
Truth was, she hadn't been prepared. She had spent the last weeks in blissful ignorance, telling herself, she couldn't even know if Clint was alive and if he was, that maybe she would never see him again. Even when every of her instincts had lead her here of all places in the world, she had still denied the possibility, she would suddenly have to deal with her biggest fear. The fear that after all she had lost, Clint wouldn't be on her side anymore either.
But here he was, right behind that door, at least his voice. That alone didn't mean much in times of voice distortions and every fucking kid's cell phone having a record function, but that phrase... One of these few, carefully chosen lines between them for communication... Unless he had given them away back then under Loki's spell, no one could know of these.
And somehow she really doubted, Asgard had a hand in all this. This whole mess was perfectly human made, all of them had been a part of it in fact.
In this catastrophe of crashing securities and a new lifetime of blame on her shoulders, the only anchor left in her life had been out of reach for so long, that Natasha couldn't move or speak for several seconds. Unbelieving, waiting for a hint that it was a trap after all or maybe her tired mind playing a cruel trick on her...
Nothing happened except for tense, waiting silence.
"But the ice is slippery", she finally managed to complete the phrase, confirming her identity, just as motionless as his shout, calmer than she felt in fact.
Now there was no way back. Whatever he felt about her after all this... However they would go from here... It started now and maybe she shouldn't be putting that gun away just yet. She had a certain feeling, he wasn't waiting behind that door unarmed.
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Truth was, she hadn't been prepared. She had spent the last weeks in blissful ignorance, telling herself, she couldn't even know if Clint was alive and if he was, that maybe she would never see him again. Even when every of her instincts had lead her here of all places in the world, she had still denied the possibility, she would suddenly have to deal with her biggest fear. The fear that after all she had lost, Clint wouldn't be on her side anymore either.
But here he was, right behind that door, at least his voice. That alone didn't mean much in times of voice distortions and every fucking kid's cell phone having a record function, but that phrase... One of these few, carefully chosen lines between them for communication... Unless he had given them away back then under Loki's spell, no one could know of these.
And somehow she really doubted, Asgard had a hand in all this. This whole mess was perfectly human made, all of them had been a part of it in fact.
In this catastrophe of crashing securities and a new lifetime of blame on her shoulders, the only anchor left in her life had been out of reach for so long, that Natasha couldn't move or speak for several seconds. Unbelieving, waiting for a hint that it was a trap after all or maybe her tired mind playing a cruel trick on her...
Nothing happened except for tense, waiting silence.
"But the ice is slippery", she finally managed to complete the phrase, confirming her identity, just as motionless as his shout, calmer than she felt in fact.
Now there was no way back. Whatever he felt about her after all this... However they would go from here... It started now and maybe she shouldn't be putting that gun away just yet. She had a certain feeling, he wasn't waiting behind that door unarmed.
"Still want to shoot me?"
No... She wouldn’t have been surprised, really.