A/N:This is my first fanfic so any feedback would be appreciated. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All characters belong to Marvel and their creators, I'm just thankful to play with them.
This was all his fault. The thought repeated in Clints head like a mantra as he drove through the carnage that was now New York. "Stop it ", Natasha said in an intense, affirmative voice. " You weren't in control Clint, Loki was. This is his fault and you know it". They both knew she was right. It was a testament to their relationship that she could tell what he was thinking from the tense silence that had been in the air. When they drove away from Loki, Natasha knew sooner or later Clint would need to face his demons. The deadly woman had hoped it would be later. She had her own shit to wade through.
"I can't Tash, all of this happened because of me", he said with a defeated look on his face. Natasha sighed, "It would have happened anyway. Loki just would've found another pawn". Clint flinched at her words, he couldn't stand that that was all he had been to the demigod. A pawn to be used and disposed of.
He was an assassin, a spy, not a lapdop or slave. And he definitely wasn't a bad guy. Not anymore.
He grabbed his partners hand that was lain on the center console and gave it a gentle squeeze. Natasha tensed at the contact but relaxed when she saw the desperate look in his eyes. He needed her. She rarely took any walls down, even for him, but the light squeeze she gave him said more than any words could.
They would work out their problems together. She would tell him about her run in with the Hulk. He would recount what he could of his time under Loki's mind control. Together they would listen, they would understand. They wouldn't get better though. No, they had both been through enough to know that you didn't get better. You moved on. You ignored the dull ache in the back of your skull until something else pushed it out. But in any event, they would ignore it together.
They'd been spending unhealthy amounts of time with each other for years. A little more wouldn't hurt.