Irreplaceable (Resiliance Book 3) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 11

Alright... so it seems that nobody's reading this...

Is it just that bad???

I don't really care, I'm finishing this either way.

Just wondering.

Have a Nat POV

Enjoy!

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Nat

I heard Clint calling, but it sounded like he was far away, or like I was hearing him through water, at least, until he stepped in the door.

I was sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor, trying to do anything other than think. So, I had my Glock in my hand, and was dissembling it, and re-assembling it over and over at lightning speed. Clint sighed, and took the small step in the door, looking at me with his puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to get my attention.

‘Sam just refused a direct order, and threatened Nick and SHIELD to give you some time to think.’ He told me, and I froze. ‘So playing with your gun to distract yourself isn’t going to do much other than waste that time.’

He sighed, and stepped forward, hunkering down before me, as he had many times while trying to help me escape from Department X, and Ivan. He gently put his hands over mine, and took the gun from them, placing it on the floor. He took my cold hands in his, and looked at me as he had so many times.

‘Natasha.’ He called softly, just as I began to slip back into my memories. I looked back to his eyes, trying to stay in the present. Tears began to well in my eyes, and Clint squeezed my hands gently.

‘You’re not going back there, Nat. There’s nothing and no-one to go back to, remember?’ he asked gently, as an image of a young man flashing before my eyes.  I closed my eyes, only to open them again as I felt Clint’s cool hands on my cheeks.

My eyes met his shining ones, filled with concern. He watched me carefully, his eyes searching mine, before he sighs.

‘Nat, we destroyed them, together. Do you remember that?’ he asked, his voice quiet, and careful, yet commanding in that way only he can manage. I nodded warily, my movement restricted by his hands.

‘You’re not going back there, because there doesn’t exist anymore. Remember?’ he asked next, his voice slightly softer. I felt a sense of calm settle over me as I nodded. I was in SHIELD. I was with Clint. He wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I was safe.

My hair bobbed around my face, as I felt a familiar pang in my heart. What even were we? Colleagues? Friends? More than friends? I shook myself as Clint sighed, smiling slightly. I didn’t have the time to argue with him. I sighed, and looked up at him, meeting his sparkling eyes.

‘Sam stuck her neck out… for me?’ I asked carefully, unsure if I had heard him right. He nodded, leaning back on his heels as he sighed.

‘She cares both more than is good for her, and more than she let on. She wanted you to have time to yourself to wrap your head around things.’ He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. ‘Nat, she’s willing to hold back information, and jeopardize our mission, just to save you from revisiting those memories.’

He shook his head, running a hand over his face. It was a hard time for him to think about too. I sighed and nodded.

‘No, I owe her at least that much, on all of our behalves.’ I sighed again, running a hand through my hair, as I stood, taking a deep, grounding breath.