The man struck him again - the victim's eyes rolled, shock kissing the ghost of his pale face, his mouth turning in anguish, his head falling back. The man wiped his blade on his arm, the blood already washing away in the rain. He breathed in the smell, looking up, letting his mask soak in the cries of season. "Clint?" His heart stopped. The break of a voice calling him shuddered.
Rated: M - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,468 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 33 - Updated: 1/6/2019 - Published: 1/5/2019 - [Hawkeye/Clint B., Black Widow/Natasha R.]