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She looked at her hands.
She wonders how she could have let this happen.
He was compromised.
How?
She was supposed to be there, always to protect him, not that he needed it.
She owed him a dept.
Always, and forever.
Natasha Romanoff glanced at her hands again, thoughts running through her head.
Your fault. Compromised. Threat. Fault. Your. Ledger. Full.
It was her fault, she had been too busy gallivanting around, going on a mission without him, the first time that had happened. Now he was gone.
She heard a voice in her head. No, not in her head, in her ear. A familiar voice. Coulson.
'Natasha? Are you still there? We need you to come in.' His voice cut through her thoughts. Good, she didn't want to be trapped there, it wasn't a nice place.
She turned, glancing at the men who were strewn around the room, where she had thrown them.
She would find him.
She would help him.
It was not love.
Love was for children.
She owed him a debt.
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