He walked into her apartment. Her jacket was thrown on the couch, and her shoes and socks lay scattered on the floor. Natasha was almost always tidy, so this definitely meant something was up. That, and the fact that she had texted him 5 minutes ago: plea s cclint need yiu. He walked into the bathroom, she was sitting by the toilet. He noticed a putrid smell. Looking into the toilet, he saw the source of the smell— she had been throwing up. He sat down beside her. On closer inspection he saw that her hands were shaking and covered in blood.
"What the hell happened?" he asked.
"I was on a mission, and, and, and, there was this guy I was supposed to kill, so I shot him, but it wasn't him, it was a guy who looked like him, I shot an innocent guy in the head, and I was holding his head and looking at him and I could see his brain through the bullet hole—" She paused to dry heave above the toilet. "I'm a killer again, he was innocent, oh god, I hate myself so much."
He comforted her as best he could. (he couldn't)
Author's note: CA:TWS is my favorite movie ever. Also, I'm so excited for CA:CW!!
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Senses [Clint/Natasha]
FanfictionNeed some Clintasha? You've come to the right place. (random Clintasha one-shots based on the senses) [ cover made by @persephonee- ] -- Budapest was afterwards. Budapest was sitting in a shitty diner eating fatty cheese fries. Budapest was cheese...
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