He
noted her wince again, this time just from shrugging, and he made a mental note
of it. They were both very good at
surviving, but neither of them were truly great at taking care of themselves. Looked like they both had a bit of patching
up to do later.
He
listened to her talk, giving her the chance to explain, and when she got to the
part about trust Clint finally got it. It wasn’t really him that she was doubting but herself; everyone else
was just a side effect. The whole thing
had shaken her to the core, to the very essence of who she was. S.H.I.E.L.D. had helped rebuild her, had
given her a home and something to fight for, as well as a way to atone for all
her past sins, but if they were the sinners, if someone as high up as Alexander
Pierce was pulling all the wrong strings, then what did that mean for the rest
of them? Just how true had all their
missions been?
Wrapping
one arm loosely around her waist, he brushed careful fingers through her blonde
hair, trying to offer what comfort he could.
“How
were you to know?” he asked once she had finished. “We were trained to take orders, to do our
job. We never had reason to question
them, or to take a closer look at those around us.”
It
had taken the unfaltering moral compass of Captain America to make them see
that not everything was on the level. Maybe they should have seen it, but they couldn’t blame themselves for
not being suspicious of the place and people that had employed them for years
and had done so much good for them.
“Come
on, let’s sit down a minute.” Keeping
his arm around her, Clint led her toward the bed in one corner of the small
cabin and settled them on one edge.
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Date: 2014-04-17 06:06 pm (UTC)He noted her wince again, this time just from shrugging, and he made a mental note of it. They were both very good at surviving, but neither of them were truly great at taking care of themselves. Looked like they both had a bit of patching up to do later.
He listened to her talk, giving her the chance to explain, and when she got to the part about trust Clint finally got it. It wasn’t really him that she was doubting but herself; everyone else was just a side effect. The whole thing had shaken her to the core, to the very essence of who she was. S.H.I.E.L.D. had helped rebuild her, had given her a home and something to fight for, as well as a way to atone for all her past sins, but if they were the sinners, if someone as high up as Alexander Pierce was pulling all the wrong strings, then what did that mean for the rest of them? Just how true had all their missions been?
Wrapping one arm loosely around her waist, he brushed careful fingers through her blonde hair, trying to offer what comfort he could.
“How were you to know?” he asked once she had finished. “We were trained to take orders, to do our job. We never had reason to question them, or to take a closer look at those around us.”
It had taken the unfaltering moral compass of Captain America to make them see that not everything was on the level. Maybe they should have seen it, but they couldn’t blame themselves for not being suspicious of the place and people that had employed them for years and had done so much good for them.
“Come on, let’s sit down a minute.” Keeping his arm around her, Clint led her toward the bed in one corner of the small cabin and settled them on one edge.