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You have heart. A flash of blue. Screams of innocent people. I'm going to need a distraction. And an eyeball. The helicarrier exploding. Arrow after arrow going into it. Something's wrong. Aim, fire, reload. This isn't normal. Aim, fire, reload. Why is this happening? Aim, fire, reload. What am I doing?! Aim, fire, reload. You are mine. AIM, FIRE, RELOAD. A woman stands in his way. A spark of recognition. Natasha.. And then it is gone, replaced by that impossible blue. A flash of pain. The cold feeling, gone. The blue, vanished.

And then it is back, like it never left. Ah my pet. You are back.

Clint woke up, screaming on the inside in panic, but his training kept him from making a sound. He rolled over. Just a dream. He got up, his hands shaking slightly. He walked to Natasha's room, knocking on the door when he arrived.

"Come in," came a slightly groggy voice. Clint walked in, sitting on the chair in her bedroom when he had entered. "Why'd you come here?" Natasha asked, now fully awake.

"It's him again," Clint said quietly. "He was back and.. I was back in his control."

Natasha walked over and hugged him. Clint collapsed in her arms, sobbing softly. "Oh, Clint.." she whispered.

Clint managed to pull himself together after a few minutes. "Promise me one thing Nat," he said.

"What?" she replied, worry lacing her voice.

"Promise me that if my eyes ever turn that color again, that you'll kill me. No hesitation."

"Clint…"

"Promise me, Natasha."

"But-"

"Promise me!"

Natasha looked away. "Fine. I promise."

Clint nodded. "Good. I never want him back in me ever again."

Natasha sighed. "If you ever need to talk…" she trailed off.

"Thanks," Clint replied. He got up and went back to his own room. He never really got over Loki. But he learned to control it. Like he always did.

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