A Honest Word   von Lollapie
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                           Kapitel 1: A Honest Word
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She sighed, not really understanding what he was going on about. Maybe nobody
could understand, what he was on about, maybe it was just her own fault too. Her
fingers combed through her short, red hair, while her she looked at him – up
and down. In the end being caught up with his face. He looked so upset, tired
and lost. 
She had never seen him like this before and it made her worry. Worry, if he
might have been to long under Loki's power. How far did Loki get in and how much
damage did he do? 
It was practically a miracle, that she managed to smack him out of it. Well,
actually punch and kick him … but it worked anyway. 
It knocked back all his senses. Clint at least seemed to be back to normal. He
was sitting right next to her, looking down at the floor. Words spilled out of
him, telling her how awful it had been to not be in control of what to feel or
how to act. Looking at his muscular hands and then up to her he murmured:
“Thanks, Tasha.” 
Her short curls fell into her face, as she tilted her head. The blush arising
from somewhere inside her, right into her cheeks. She couldn't help it, she just
felt flattered, which was ridiculous. She was a assassin, not meant to feel
touched.
“Clint … “, she started off, trying to comfort him with anything coming to
her mind. “I'm so sorry.” 
It just suddenly slipped out. She didn't want to feel sorry for him, but did.
“Clint … I just don't know what to say.” 
A smile split his face, he suddenly grinned at her. “Why … Tasha, you're
never gob-smacked. Didn't think the day would come, when I talk more than you
do.”, it felt good to him, to make a joke, even if it was poor. Since ages he
hadn't felt so normal, so human.  Alive.
She rolled her eyes at him, grinning slightly. He was right though. She hardly
ever failed to find words, especially then, when they were needed. “Clint …
“, she started off again, calling him by his name for the third time.
“Tasha.”, he replied playfully, a smirk tearing at the corners of his mouth.
“Stop it! I'm really trying to get this out … com'on I really … I missed
you and I've been worried. A lot!”, the spy got to her knees and gripped his
hands, folding her fingers over his. She looked up at him, straight into his
pale eyes. “Seriously, I thought I wouldn't get you back this time.”,
Natashas expression was stern, but full of honesty and sadness. Bartons eyebrows
arched, as he met her gaze. He had never seen her so emotional before. Not ever,
because of anything. Her glance left his, lowering it to their embraced hands.
She was still kneeling, searching desperately for words. 
Baffled for a moment, Clint didn't know what to say. He knew they meant a lot to
 each other, but still he didn't think, that she would ever show any feelings.
They were trained not to. Natasha always only kept saying she was in his debt,
but never more. 
“In the end, we always found a way.”, Clint loosened one of his hands to
gently stroke back her red hair. A smile crossed her face. “Even in
Budapest.”

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