Prompt as follows : If that 3 paragraphs thing is still up, write something for your latest Clintasha gifset with Clint as a werewolf! please!
prompted by anonymous on tumblr :)
When she woke up, Natasha didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember. Her first thought went to Clint. They had been together when the other wizards had ambushed them. Her hand closed on thin air as she opened her eyes, trying to get to her wand, but being unable to, as she was bound with rope. Old, plain, boring Muggle rope. She kicked slightly, but felt uneasy. Her eyes fell on the cage in front of her. There was a body lying down in there, but she didn't recognize it. She heard some footsteps, as she tried to master her surroundings. "Where's Clint?" she asked. She tried to turn around, but she'd been paralyzed by a curse. She could still remember the effects of the Cruciatus curse, and she could remember Clint's scream. Clint never screamed. Ever. What had they done to him? Then, a shadow moved from the window to her right, and she saw a full moon, clouded by mist, clear as a torch. A cackle behind her made her shiver. The light fell on the cage, and the body stirred. "Tell me that's not him in the cage," she tried. When the face of Bellatrix Lestrange appeared before her, all of her instincts kicked in. She felt her heart turn to ice at the sight of the witch. "What did you do to him?" she asked, and Bellatrix smiled.
"Oh, we had a bit of fun with him," she stated, smiling wryly, as Clint stirred in the cage. The moonlight shining upon him made him sweat, Natasha could see it. She saw him struggle, keeping as quiet as he could, fighting the infliction. Bellatrix smiled, and giggled as Natasha tried to get out of the rope. Stupid rope. Natasha discerned Clint's body, as it twitched and broke, and the sound of the bones breaking - she wondered how he hadn't screamed already. And then, she saw the body expand, and she heard Bellatrix laugh at her, mocking her, as she moved towards the exit. Natasha bit her lower lip as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I swear to you, I will kill you for this," she stated, focused on the cage in front of her. Bellatrix giggled. "Sure you will, if he doesn't kill you first!" she answered, in a sing-song voice before disappearing, leaving the red-headed Auror to her fate as Clint - no, as the wolf - broke out of the cage. She watched the three Death Eaters who still hadn't moved or disappeared, and jumped to her feet, breaking out of the chair like her Muggle training had taught her to do. At the same time, the wolf broke the metal bars from their wooden holders, and howled at the moon, a sound that Natasha knew only too well from her childhood, bringing her back to the time where the Red Room would taunt her with a werewolf bite if she failed a mission. What they'd done to Clint was unforgivable. And she was going to kill them all.
It took her a couple of seconds to break free from the rope, and as she commandeered one of the Death Eater's wands, she stunned them both - she would kill them later if Clint didn't do it himself. She stretched herself up, and when she realized it was too quiet to be safe, she slowly, very slowly, turned around, to see that her partner was staring at her with blue white eyes, slowly measuring her up to attack her. She could recognize Clint's body proportions in the wolf, and his fur was the same color as his hair but… She felt frozen with fear. It reminded her of what Loki, that wizard from the North had told her. 'Not until I make him kill you! Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull!' Maybe these Death Eaters had something to do with him. She took a deep breath, and then another, hoping the wolf wouldn't notice her. But his calculating eyes were watching her every movement. Until one of the stunned Death Eaters moved, as the curse dissolved, and within the blink of an eye, the wolf was on him. Natasha didn't take too long to cast an "Accio wand!" followed by an "Accio Clint's wand!" to secure both of them. And, when the wolf rose from the bloody body beneath it, she felt her heart break at the blood on his lips and teeth. "I'm sorry, Clint," she whispered, as she disapparated, leaving the wolf alone on the premises.