Warnings: none
Characters: Clint, Natasha
Genres: alternate universe (ish), hurt/comfort, angst | Smut: none
Word count: 5919 | Status: complete
Natasha Romanov’s life was saved by a man who had once been a hawk, though she did not know this at the time.My comment: Clint was a hawk before he was human. Natasha was a little girl, before she was made into a weapon. A must read :’)
She was finishing up a mission in Zagreb, an extraction-slash-assassination job with an oil tycoon and all round arsehole, when she turned around and he was just… there. No one had ever managed to sneak up on her before and it unsettled her more than she was willing to admit, even to herself. Her gun was up before she had time to process, but he just looked at her calmly, apparently unfazed by the .9mm pointed right between his eyes.
He had a bow in his hand and a gun at his hip, and, if he was anything like her (and she assumed he must be, because who else would be able to stand within two feet of her without her knowing?) he had more weapons hidden away where she couldn’t immediately see. But he didn’t use them. He just stared at her not blinking and then, telegraphing every move, raised his hand and covered the end of her pistol.
“I’m supposed to kill you,” he said, sounding as if he was coming to the realisation that this was not the most logical course of action. “But I think… I think you should come with me instead.”
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