What if it wasn't Natasha by Clint's side when he woke up, but an agent/medical officer that he's been in love with for a long time?
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Clint lashed out against his restraints as the last of Loki's control drained from his body. I sat by his... bed, for lack of a better word, with a bowl of cool water and a rag, gently wiping him down when he calmed. Loki's control leaving his body caused it to react as if a virus was attacking him, resulting in a minor fever. His eyes faded from the electric blue that scared me, back to the seafoam blue that I loved.
Yes, I was in love with Clint Barton, AKA Hawkeye. We weren't allowed to be together, due to the substantial... difficulties our work presented. Especially mine. An elementalist/healer with the ability to heal life-threatening wounds and change terrains to suit one party while putting the other party at a disadvantage,put me at higher risk of being kidnapped. It wasn't much fun being treated like glass. But when I heard that he was forced to do those things for Loki, I immediately offered to go undercover. The request was denied.
I wiped down his arms and face from the light sheen of sweat as his eyes turned on me. "Sarah." His voice was raspy. I smiled down at him. "Hey there. Welcome back. How are you feeling?"
"I've had better days." I poured him a glass of water, then undid his restraints. He struggled to get up, so I put my hand on his back to steady him, and handed him the water with the other hand. He sipped it a few times before asking in a clearer voice, "How many people, how many innocent people did I ..." I put my finger on his lips.
"No. No guilt tripping yourself. Don't do this to Yourself, Clint. You weren't yourself, you were under someone else's control." His head dropped so he could look at the floor, and his shoulders looked as though they were bearing the weight of the world. I put my hand on his cheek and he looked up at me, sorrow mingling in the usually bright eyes. "You didn't know."
Clint raised his hand to place it over my own. Blue eyes stared at silver, before it became a bit too much for me to bear, knowing he was so close but I couldn't have him. I pulled back and started to clean up the bench across from the bed.
"Sarah." I ignored it and pushed away the feelings that were building up inside me. My control over the elements flickered, and I caused a layer of ice to form over the table. I pulled away, shocked at what I had done and promptly started to disintegrate the ice when I heard Clint chuckling. "Still a few holes in your control?"
"Seeing as how I have a demon locked inside of me that controls 10 elements screaming 'KILL', a few holes will always be present." I snapped at him. Immediately after I felt his arms tightly wrap me up in a warm embrace. "Don't try to do this on your own. Don't keep everything inside." His breath tickled at my ear and sent shivers down my back. I turned to look at him, and felt his fingers lace between my own. I looked down, and felt his hand tilt my face up to look at him. "You're stronger than you think." I slightly smiled, and felt his lips press against my own. I could feel all of his emotions run wild in that kiss. I wrapped my arm around his neck and felt his fingers run though my silvery blonde ponytail. He gently pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine, a smile gracing his lips. I gently grasped his hand.
I finally got him. I wasn't going to let go any time soon.
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ok, this was a little thing I wrote during the middle of an extremely boring college algebra class.
college sucks.
i'm thinking of making a story surrounding this oc, but with her and Bruce Banner. I won't make it for a while, but I want people's opinions!