Hey peeps! I'M BACK! Clint whump and sadness are coming up, so keep in mind that I am very against character deaths and very for realism, so I'm doing my best…But first, a little Natasha and Steve!
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"Hey, are we moving?" Natasha asked. She was taking a break from using the Helicarrier's gym and was leaning against a wall, drinking water and watching Steve Rodgers smash the hell out of a punching bag. Steve paused and tilted his head to the side, listening to the engines.
"Yeah, I think you're right." He went back to his exercise, but Natasha was stuck on the issue. She crossed the slightly springy wooden floor of the gym to the punching bags and stood beside Steve.
"You'd think Fury would tell us where we're going." She added, frowning and crossing her arms. She watched Steve knock the bag off of its hook and slam into the floor several feet across the gym. He sighed and grudgingly walked over the retrieve it.
"He's busy Nat. And maybe it's nothing. Maybe we need to get gas of something." He said, picking up the bag and walking back to the hook. Natasha gave him one of her looks.
"We have refueling planes for that. And we don't even use natural fuels anymore. No, Fury's definitely up to something." She looked thoughtfully into the distance. Steve suddenly chuckled, drawing her attention.
"Yeah, or you think he's found Clint." He teased, punching the bag again.
Natasha's eye narrowed.
"So? So what if he did?" She knew immediately that her defensiveness was uncalled for, but she really didn't want to admit that she was worried sick about Barton. It didn't fit with her demeanor.
Steve shook his head, but knew better than to contradict an annoyed or nervous Natasha.
"Maybe he's just trying to keep us safe. You getting mugged and me having my window shot out…that doesn't happen every day, you know?"
"I'm going to talk to Fury." Natasha declared, starting for the exit. Steve watched her go and knew that it would be foolhardy to try to stop her.
He sent another bag hurtling across the gym. As he went to get it his mind wandered to the dream he had endured the previous night. It had been a nightmare…a bad one. It was more like a flashback, watching the crash happen again and again…hearing the voice of the woman he loved faintly through the radio and knowing that they would never see each other again…watching Bucky die before his eyes, replaying all of the things he could have, should have done.
Just remembering how clear that dream had been made him give up on the gym and go take a cold shower. Maybe he should talk to one of the Helicarrier's resident shrinks. Or not…it was just a dream. War does things like that to people all the time. He dismissed the thoughts and wondered if Natasha had pulled her gun on Fury yet. While he disagreed with many of Natasha's tactics, he had to admit that he was just as curious of Fury's actions as she was. After all, this wouldn't be the first time SHIELD had withheld important information from the Avengers…
