Mortal Coil
By: somedayisours
Summary: Clint and Natasha talk about the Winter Soldier, except they aren't. (Drabble.)
Mortal Coil
He's wrapped up in her pastel pink sheets, and tucked under her flowered quilt when he speaks. He stares up at her blue ceiling and the cheerful cartoonish sun painted slightly to his left.
"It would be better if he didn't remember." The croak of his voice speaks volumes in the silence.
He can hear her mind spin away a web, "to him, maybe. To the people that love him," She turns her head and her twilight eyes drill into the side of Clint's face. "No."
Her room is the grandest lie Natasha has ever spun, and it's for herself. Here she pays the fool, a little girl with parents that spoil her with gifts. He is no different, he knows, but he has grown too tired to lie.
"There's no pleasure to be had," his words are as much for Barnes as they are for him. "In hating oneself."
The sun on the ceiling smiles down at him.