AN: Hey all. To be honest, I'm not completely happy with this chapter – it's all fluff and very out of character, but eh. Chapters to follow soon, as my exams are over now and I don't know what to do with my life.
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-Scottie.
Prompt One: Actis non facit reum nisi mens sit rea – the act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
It was a spring morning when Clint walked up to Natasha and asked her. Natasha had been sitting on the roof of Stark Tower, and barely noticed Clint and his near silent steps as he walked up to her.
"Nat, do you ever wonder about the people we kill?"
"Not often," she replied without looking away from something she was gazing at in the distance. "Why?"
"They never tell us much about our marks, just enough to know how to take them down." Clint sat himself beside Natasha and she dragged her eyes towards him, locking onto his eyes.
"Actis non facit reum nisi mens sit rea, Clint." Clint sighed, and reached for one of Natasha's hands.
"You know that I don't know Latin, Nat."
"The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty, Clint." She paused and intertwined their fingers. "Do you feel guilty about killing those people, Clint, or do you trust Coulson and Fury?"
"I trust them, Nat, but sometimes you can't help but wonder." Natasha smiled.
"I know, Clint. I know. We just have to stick to what we know – we're no more guilty than Coulson or Fury, we're just a little closer to the action than them." Clint smiled, and Natasha gently kissed his cheek. "Want some breakfast?" Clint nodded, and the two stood, hand in hand, and walked towards the stairwell leading to their breakfast.