They sat on the couch in silence. He lie with his head resting in her lap, his eyes pressed shut. She combed her fingers through his hair gently. She pressed her face to the top of his head, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. He smelled the same. He wasn't the same, though.
He sat up, and opened his eyes. He rested his shoulder against hers. She hated the silence, it was so smothering. But talking was worthless when he couldn't hear the words. Hearing aids were coming soon, the doctors said. Soon wasn't soon enough. She couldn't help but blame herself. She had been too far away to help, too far to push him away from the explosion, but she could have tried.
She took hold of his hand, but he yanked it away.
"Clint," she said, then realized.
He glared at her.
Sorry, she mouthed.
She turned away, trying to hold back the tears. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. He tapped her shoulder. She turned around.
It's okay, he mouthed. It wasn't. She looked down, took a deep breath, and tried to regain an ounce of composure.
"It's okay," he said. "I'm okay." He wasn't.
Author's note: Having a lot of Clintasha feels rn ;-;. I just wish they were canon. Tbh, they don't have to be romantically canon, they could just be friends— as long as they didn't have other dates. Ugh. Gah
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Senses [Clint/Natasha]
FanficNeed 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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