Author's Note: Wow, I haven't written anything in a long, long time. But that's just kind of how my life is, and is kind of why I don't want to write chapter stories. One, I'm no good at it, and two, the updates would be so sporadic it would drive people insane. Anyways, good news, I've got another new obsession. THE AVENGERS. Surprise surprise. This is the first of multiple ideas I've had for the fandom, so here we are.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And if I did, the movies would be a lot more proclamations of undying love and a lot less action.
war
"Now you sound like you." Natasha murmured, turning her head slightly to offer the man next to her a half smile.
Hawkeye returned toe gesture, before looking down at his hands. She should know by now she can't fool him with this. The bat of the eyelashes, the reassuring, too knowing smile.
"But you don't. You're a spy, not a soldier. And now you want to wade into a war. Why? What'd Loki do to you?" Clint asked quietly, and Natasha's gaze dropped, staring at the ground. This was exactly what she feared. The question from him. Because only he would know something was wrong, and while she was stubborn, there was a chance he was even more so.
How could she tell him, in this room full of cameras and microphones. To reveal this would be to paint a target on both of their bodies.
But this was also them. They knew each other better than anyone. Where her skills failed, his picked up, and vice versa. He saw better from a distance, and she liked to get close. But how could she communicate her—their, unique situation?
They were spies. Feelings came second, the job came first. But that had changed in Budapest. His voice tore her from her thoughts.
"Natasha?" he was prompting her, and damn if anyone else said her name like that they'd be dead and shed be in the next town. But now she knew. Knew exactly how to warn him, how to tell him how far gone, how deep they were in this.
"I've been compromised." she murmured quietly, and Clint's head dropped once more, as he murmured a soft, "Oh."
Because he understood. They were spies. Spies do not feel. They do not connect, do not get close, do not share secrets, and do not share lives. Spies do not fall in love.
Then again, he kind of had a reputation for making different calls.
war
And there we are. Short, I know. Sorry. Anyways, reviews make me joyous and screamy, and are greatly appreciated.