She doesn't scream when the lift falls from the force of the bomb. She doesn't scream when Tony wraps his arms around her waist and crushes her body against his, her head pressed into his chest, her arms around his waist.
She doesn't scream when they both tumble forward as glass shatters around them, sprays them with dusty fibres. She doesn't scream when they both hit the ground and the lights go out.
When she wakes up, her hands clutch desperately at Tony, feeling for a pulse. She feels none, and he's not breathing. At all. His chest isn't rising, and there's no breath to warm up her frozen hands. He's gone, he's gone.
He's gone.
Ziva screams.
a/n: gimme your feedback, my dears. i watched bourne legacy last night, and it was amazing, just saying, but jeremy renner is a fine specimen on a man. just...amazing. just thought i'd let you know :)
Semper Fi xx