Chapter 1
When the noise began to fade and the darkness fell, that's when she'd go to him.
He was familiar, silent.
It was comfortable.
Nothing should be this comfortable or this perfect.
Not for someone like her… and yet…
The battle for the world may have ended but the war was barely beginning.
"Nat. what are you doing?"
In turned to find him leaning against the doorpost of my bedroom, hating that he can sneak up on me, but preoccupation will do that to you. Well that and get you killed.
"Learning to ski Barton." yes that was my witty one liner. Except the thing is that Clint Barton tends to bring out the adolescent in me, that is the adolescent I should have had the chance to be.
Clint pauses to smirk, always in an ever so playful mood, "So I see. Fast learner. What with the being in your room and packing and not exactly skiing."
Nothing gets past he's keen observations! Note the sarcasm. In all honesty this could be one of the reasons we click, one of the many.
My non reply provides a tense silence.
Atmosphere change.
"So you were just planning to leave." I could hear the resignation in he's voice. Mostly I could hear the hurt.
"If I said that I was sorry I'd be lying. After…after everything, you and I being in the same space, well quite honestly it's not going to work." I said this knowing with every fibre of my being that it was a lie.
When it came to Barton and I, things would never be simple. What's playful banter one minute becomes a double edged sword the next.
Love is a silly, flimsy emotion. What we have is more. It controls, takes over, demands and then opens it jaws and swallows you whole.
"You can lie to yourself as much as you want Tasha but I know what makes you ache. And pretty soon this circle is going to have to come to an end."
There's so much that I could say, so much that I want to say and before I can process it he walks away.
I die just a little more.