Lindsay ran towards her and lifted Natasha's head into her lap
"Poppy, Poppy are you okay?"
Natasha started to come round and opened her eyes, seeing Lindsay beside her told her their plan B had worked
"Was that your husband?"
She nodded, closing her eyes tightly in the hope the world would stop spinning
"I thought he was in Boston?"
"So did I, I guess he found me"
Lindsay helped pull Natasha to her feet, but she felt dizzy and grabbed the wall to help support herself
"Come on, I'll help you home. Which way is it?"
Natasha avoided her gaze once again and started crying
"What, what is it?"
"I don't have anywhere to go..."
Clint watched as Lindsay led Natasha away before leaning back against the wall. He leaned his head backwards and slid to the floor.
His head dropped to his hands as he shook with anger, in that moment he'd become the one thing he always swore he never would; he'd become his father, and hurt the woman he loved.
His mind went back to the conference room, when this back up plan had first been brought up, Natasha wasn't pleased, but Clint was furious. He stormed from the room and down the hallway, only stopping when he felt Natasha tug his arm
"I can't Tasha, I just can't do it"
"It's necessary Clint" she told him gently
"Well if it's so damn important then you get someone else to do it! Because I won't!"
"Clint-"
"No Tasha, get Steve or someone, I won't hurt you"
"I need it to be you Clint..." she whispered, clutching his hand tighter, almost begging
"Why?"
"I don't trust anyone like I trust you"