Chapter twelve what rhymes with twelve? Hey if Robin Thicke can do that so can I!
The orange light of the sunrise hits my face, waking me up. It was just a dream, just a dream. I sit up and hit my head on the ceiling of the car.
"Ow" I say, and I curse in Russian.
"Good morning Tasha" Clint says "are you ready to go see Steve".
"Yeah, I just need to take a walk first" I say, I need an excuse to check my wrists, alone. If he saw me he might think I'm suicidal.
"Ok, would you like me to come with you?" he asks.
"Um no, I need to get some things cleared out of my head first" I lied, it might be a bad idea to go alone, but I know that I won't go very far. So I step out of the car and just walk down the sidewalk, of course since this is New York City, it is very crowded.
I walk into Central Park; it looks pretty in the spring. But no one is in it, it's completely deserted. It feels strange, like I'm being watched, and a hand goes up to my neck with a knife. My hand's go up to my neck, I'm keeping the knife from going into my throat, but the hand is very strong, and the knife gets closer and closer.
"Did you miss me Agent Romanoff?" he asks.
"Clint!" I scream, and I see him on the other side of the street. He runs towards me but Loki starts to back away from him, still holding a knife to my neck.
"You think you can stop me Agent Barton, no you have no idea what you're dealing with you…" he stops short and falls to the ground.
I turn around and find Darcy right behind me, my jaw drops, only because I couldn't breathe.
"What he was creeping me out?" she says.
"Oh my god" I don't even bother to thank Darcy yet, I am just so in shock. "Let's get out of here"
"What happened Tasha?" Clint asks.
"What do you think Barton" I snap, I am so annoyed at his ignorance, what does it look like "he tried to kill me, he came up from behind me and tried to cut my neck open" I pause to catch my breath, but I am still fuming. "and Darcy actually saved me, not that I need saving, I'm more than capable, but that's because you are too slow, I thought archers were supposed to be fast, and if so you're a pretty god damn bad one," I turn to Darcy "thank you by the way Darcy"
"Any time" she replies, and stands proud.
"Tasha, I'm tired of saying sorry to you, you know, because whenever I say something you always have to snap at me, you're such an ignorant bitch. And you know what, have fun raising your child on your own, because quite frankly I think we were over a long time ago" he says and walks away, back towards the hospital.
So I'm left alone to stand there.
In shock,
In pain,
And scared.