Bonus? Yes!
A Word: The Marvel Shipping Games on Dreamwidth is holding a bonus round where teams can earn points for writing drabbles for crossover prompts. This series is the result of that round. Request for Nat and Clint crossed with Resident Evil. I thought Nat would make a kick ass Alice, and that there was always some gorgeous UST stuff between her and Matt.
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"Umbrella wants to sell this," Clint says, voice low and intense as he stares her down. He's desperate, she can read that in his face, and willing to do anything he needs to. He'll be easy to exploit this way.
Natasha doesn't know how she recognizes that look, or why she would need to exploit Clint. Her memory is still a blank slate that she's beginning to think hides an awful amount of blood tainted memories.
The people -the creatures- moan and throw themselves at the locked door they're all huddled behind. The hollow banging of it is becoming background noise. Just like Stark's cursing as he tries to bring the Red King AI back online. Partially, because no one wants to deal with the homicidal program with full control of the facility again.
"They want to let this out into the world," Clint mutters for her ears alone as Jasper moves over to help Stark. His memory is as blank as her own, but something in this room seems to have resonated with him. Just as the guns under the glass safe back at the house had resonated with her. "Can you imagine that? Can you imagine this running free?"
Natasha can. She can imagine it very vividly and the images sicken her to a degree that she hopes means more than she's trying to make it mean. She doesn't want to think that she is the type of person that could casually stand by and allow something like this to go unchecked in the world at large.
Calloused fingers circle her wrist and press into her flesh. Light but insistent and Natasha looks away from the rotting face of what used to be a man. Clint's eyes are an amazingly blue color with flecks of green and light brown dotting them. It gives his intense gaze even more weight, and Natasha wonders if he knows that. If he uses it to his advantage.
"Help me stop them," Clint says, because it's not really a question. Not as far as Natasha is concerned. There is no other response possible.
"We're getting out of here," Natasha promises, and her words echo a little too loudly in the room. Stark falters, Carter smiles grimly, and Jasper glances around. Natasha lowers her voice so the last bit of her statement won't be heard by anyone else but Clint. "They'll pay for this. I promise."
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