Mocked By The Truth (Clint)
May 26, 2013 15:48:13 GMT -5
Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on May 26, 2013 15:48:13 GMT -5
Clint's life had become so wacked out over the last six months; his paranoid side had truly had a chance to manifest itself, and he found that he was wearing a rut in the carpet of his room from constant late-night pacing. He considered it a miracle that he was still walking, let alone talking normally. Sometimes he even doubted his ability to make the shots needed to support the team, his partner, or himself. Two things were for sure, though, was one, he wasn't thinking straight. Nothing he would probably say in the next few hours would make sense, or be truly accurate. So was the case with this moment- and as Clint felt his train of thought slip away he found himself getting more and more exasperated with himself. If he could have stomped his foot on the ground, he would have. This thought process of his got him so annoyed sometimes!
The second thing was, Natasha's presence didn't make it any better. She got the sharpshooter's guard down, his emotions raging, his internal body temperature rising. He adored her, was the simple thing to say.
She was probably right about not losing their jobs. SHIELD wasn't one to let some of their best people off the hook at something as petty as a romance. Actually, if anything, it would boost their popularity with the public. Clint knew of more than a couple people who were wholeheartedly in favor of a romance between the two agents, and though they tried not to bring the subject up around them, Clint could sense them start to get excited when he and the Black Widow would even start to converse. What the heck had run through his head when he had the notion that Fury might fire them? Through the gloomy face he had put on, Clint managed to smile at his own stupidity. "Man, that was such a dumb thing to say." He muttered, eyes once again turning apologetically to Natasha. It wasn't often in the past that he was wrong, yet at the same time he and Natasha thought a lot alike, and what one would observe and take into account would be what the other one soon would as well.
Nat tapped the top of his hand with her fingers, and for a moment his eyes were fixated there as he turned his palm rightside up and touched his fingertips to hers, admiring the uneven but nonetheless beautiful nails. The only thing he could do at her words was nod. He had already stated several times before the same thing she essentially was now.
"Ah, it's alright," Hide it all over again? Hell no. Now that it was out, Clinton wondered how he had ever lived without realizing or telling. "It was going to have to happen eventually. I haven't felt better than I do right now in ages." He could give credit to Loki, how he had helped for all this to transpire. If he hadn't enslaved Clint, messed with Natasha's feelings, he and the Black Widow would still be distanced, a gap in between them that was very obviously there but impossible to bridge or identify.
The second thing was, Natasha's presence didn't make it any better. She got the sharpshooter's guard down, his emotions raging, his internal body temperature rising. He adored her, was the simple thing to say.
She was probably right about not losing their jobs. SHIELD wasn't one to let some of their best people off the hook at something as petty as a romance. Actually, if anything, it would boost their popularity with the public. Clint knew of more than a couple people who were wholeheartedly in favor of a romance between the two agents, and though they tried not to bring the subject up around them, Clint could sense them start to get excited when he and the Black Widow would even start to converse. What the heck had run through his head when he had the notion that Fury might fire them? Through the gloomy face he had put on, Clint managed to smile at his own stupidity. "Man, that was such a dumb thing to say." He muttered, eyes once again turning apologetically to Natasha. It wasn't often in the past that he was wrong, yet at the same time he and Natasha thought a lot alike, and what one would observe and take into account would be what the other one soon would as well.
Nat tapped the top of his hand with her fingers, and for a moment his eyes were fixated there as he turned his palm rightside up and touched his fingertips to hers, admiring the uneven but nonetheless beautiful nails. The only thing he could do at her words was nod. He had already stated several times before the same thing she essentially was now.
"Ah, it's alright," Hide it all over again? Hell no. Now that it was out, Clinton wondered how he had ever lived without realizing or telling. "It was going to have to happen eventually. I haven't felt better than I do right now in ages." He could give credit to Loki, how he had helped for all this to transpire. If he hadn't enslaved Clint, messed with Natasha's feelings, he and the Black Widow would still be distanced, a gap in between them that was very obviously there but impossible to bridge or identify.