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Date: 2014-04-30 12:45 am (UTC)
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Left in only his underwear and socks, Clint was starting to think he should have thrown another log on the fire before settling down to this familiar task of patching each other up. He noticed that Natasha was shivering as well, but one look at her face told him it wasn’t from the cold. Maybe he should have left the details out, but she would know anyway, and honesty was something that had always been important between them.

He gritted his teeth against the pain as she cleaned the wound, but it wasn’t too bad. She was as quick and efficient as always, and gentle besides that, but only when the wound was properly covered again did Clint really let himself breathe. Where he was relieved, though, Natasha was anything but. It had been easier to hold off her thoughts with another task to focus on, but now that it was finished everything caught up to her again.

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” he said. His leg was still draped across her lap, but he pushed himself up to sit straighter beside her, facing her. “If you hadn’t done what you did millions of lives would have been lost and the other agents still probably would have turned on top of that.”

He would have disagreed with what had happened, and his team still would have tried to take him out whether Natasha had outed them all or not.
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