Clintasha Advent Day #22 - Unexpected Gifts
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While Natasha and Clint had made it very clear that they were to be undisturbed during their vacation, Natasha wasn’t that surprised when she found presents left on the front porch.
One of the packages, in bright red, has Tony’s looping scrawl on the tag. She rolled her eyes and picked it up. It was heavy, and she had to wonder what kind of high-tech nonsense he had wrapped inside.
Clint came to the door and looked at the pile of packages.
“Wow, looks like everyone thought of us,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s kind of sweet, isn’t it?”
Natasha smiled at that.
“What I wanna know is how did they find us?” she asked. “We weren’t exactly forthcoming about our location.”
“Well,” Clint laughed. “Maybe we can invite our unexpected guests over for Christmas - but after the morning. I want it with you and the girls.”
Natasha beamed,
‘Deal.”
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CLINTASHA Emotions/Moods Dec 17th 2022
( Emotions & Moods )
Subtle Emotions
Takes place during Age of Ultron.
Clint sees her talking to Bruce again across Stark's bar. He feels a sharp pain in his chest as he looks down and smiles softly. He wants to say he's happy for her. He's always suspected that Natasha had feelings for him. She hides it well, she hides it like a Widow. Though he feels it, he sees it in her eyes, and he hates that deep down he feels it because they're there for him too.
She's a Black Widow, most smart people would know better to trust any of them. Though Natasha is the exception. He would trust her with his life. So he doesn't understand why Natasha is having such a hard time winning over the big guy. She's genuinely opening herself to him. How much of a gift is that? A Black Widow truly opening herself up to emotions, feelings, and romance. Most know better than to take that risk.
Yet he distracts himself with the drum set Tony has in the corner. He casually eyes them. He doesn't like how Banner is flatly turning down her advances. He doesn't understand why. Though he can logically reason why he would. The Big Green Guy is too dangerous. Anger issues, other repressed issues. He wants to say Bruce is not good enough for her. He doesn't. He holds his tongue and watches as he softly smiles back at her, and he wonders if she's finally managed to break through. Breakthrough Banner's numerous excuses and insecurities.
YOLO is a phrase Banner does not take to heart.
He takes them into his family home. He sees her try again and it looks like this time. This time she's finally broken through. He's given her hope. At least she looks happy and that same feeling comes again. The same pierce in his chest hits and he feels like a complete and utter asshole. He should be happy for her, for them. One part of him is happy for her but another is selfish. He feels hurt and he doesn't understand why. He has a wife, a family, a life Natasha can never have. He should be happy she can at least have him. Experience love, romantic love.
It's too much for him to witness. He tells himself and his family he's giving them their space, their privacy. Laura buys it completely. Why shouldn't she? He has been nothing but loyal. It's unfair he shouldn't have feelings for more than one woman. That's not what heroes do, that's not what life is about.
As usual everything turns to shit. The good comes with the bad. The bad is that they won against Ultron but the cost. The cost is too much. He feels the need to retire. So, he does yet Natasha stays.
Bruce disappears and he can see that Natasha is hurt and disappointed. He can't tell which feeling prevails. She looks more hurt than worried. He can only suspect that something happened up in the jet. He wants to ask but he knows it's not his place to ask. He has his own life and family to worry about. He chose to run. It's his loss.
He's angry for Natasha yet another part feels relieved. Natasha deserved better, someone who wouldn't push her away. Someone who knows her worth, someone who would risk his life for her. Someone like himself.
And now all he feels is guilt.
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clint: i’m going to need a human skull but you can’t ask why
natasha: only if you also don’t ask why
natasha: [pulls out four immaculate human skulls]
clint:
clint: i’ll take that one!
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OH MY GOD DO YOU EVER JUST REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOU FUCKING LOVE NATASHA ROMANOFF SO FUCKING MUCH OH MY FUCKING GOD SHE IS MY GODDAMN WIFE AND I WANT TO MURDER FOR HER
WHY IS SHE THE CUTEST MOST DEADLY ASSASSIN ON THE PLANET !?!?!?
OH AND DOES SHE WORK WITH EVERYONE YEAH SHE DOES !?!? WANDA AND NAT !?!? YEAH WHO THE FUCK DOESNT LOVE A GODDAMN BABY WITCH BEING TRAINED BY A BADASS ASSASSIN ONLY TO REALIZE HER INFINITE POWER AND THEN USE IT TO PROTECT HER WIFE !?!??
STEVENAT FANS!?!? BITCH I AM WITH YOU !!!! WHO DOESNT LOVE A FUCKING DUMBASS BLOND IDIOT WHO JUST NEEDS SERIOUS FUCKING HELP WITH HIS LIFE AFTER WAKING UP FROM A 70 YEAR COMA AND THIS LIL BABY ASSASSIN WHO CAN CRUSH A WATERMELON WITH HER THIGHS IS LIKE, “DONT WORRY IDIOT LET ME HELP YOU”
BUCKYNAT FANS !?!??? BITCH, I, FUCKING, KNOW !!!!! BRAINWASHED ASSASSINS WORKING TOGETHER IN COMPROMISED AND TRAUMATIC SITUATIONS ONLY TO FIND EACH OTHER YEARS LATER !?!?!?!? (Oh yeah and one is a giant fucking socially inept Dumbass with a sexy metal arm who can throw his wife into the sun bc she’s a tiny lil baby dancer who can kill a man with her car keys)
MARIA HILL AND NAT BITCHES !!!!!! LISTEN WHO DOESNT LOVE TWO BAD BITCHES JUST FUCKING BEING BAD BITCHES !!!!!!! WHO DOESNT LOVE THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF THE SOLDIER AND THE SPY !?!?!?!? MARIA IS ALL “NATASHA IMMA HAVE YOUR ASS ON THIS ASSIGNMENT” AND NATASHA IS LIKE LMAO HOW DO YOU WANT MY ASS
OH MY GOD AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT NATASHA AND MATT MURDOCK FANS 😡😡😡 GUYS RED LEATHER AND SMUT AND ANGST AND FLIRTING WHILE PUNCHING BAD GUYS IN THE FACE AND THATS IT !!!!!!! AND ALSO THEIR FUCKING SOULMATES ON TOP OF IT ALL
OH MY GOD AND CLINT X NAT ASSHOLES !!!!! LISTEN DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED !!!!! BC HES A STRAIGHT DUMB ASS DISASTER WHO WOULD 100% NOT BE ABLE TO OPEN A JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER AND NATASHA WOULD BE LIKE “OH MY GOD LET ME OPEN THAT FOR YOU, BITCH” AND SHES SO MEAN TO HIM AND HES LIKE “WOW THATS MY WIFE”
NATASHA WORKS WITH EVERYONE AND I WILL SCREAM INTO THE VOID BC I LOVE HER SO MUCH GOODBYE 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣
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Ask Box Game - Song Lyrics (short fic) part one
@firlalaith - Silent Night (Clint/Nat)
@melanieslocationsandpassions - Bones by Equinox (Clint/Nat)
@broken--bow - Labyrinth - Taylor Swift (Clint and Yelena)
@millenniallust4death - Blue on Black - Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band (Nat and Tony)
@adorationamy In my Dreams - Christy Altomare (Natasha)
@millenniallust4death Name - Goo Goo Dolls (Steve Rogers)
@eatsleepreadance1 / @unlivedtenderness - Could’ve, Should’ve, Would’ve- Taylor Swift (Natasha/Red Room)
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New chapters of 24/7 are online. Find out what happened in Budapest.
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What’s your favorite Clintasha trope? What are some of your headcanons for our beloved duo?
Hey my beloved darling! 😘
Thank you for your ask!
Tropes I absolutely adore with these two are: Coworkers to lovers, alternative universes ( for example Tattooartist meets Barista), I adore soulmates tropes, any Fics that fix the damn MCU timeline (I love you, @sneakronicity who wrote us "Until I see you again , Also Fuck you Joss Weasel). a good medieval alternative with queens and knights (just some good fantasy AUs), I am a sucker for family stories so Clintasha retiring and raising kids on the farm, some good romantic and without violence smut is always welcome. These are the Highlights that I can think of now.
Let's talk about head canons:
Clint and Nat are the perfect example of Ying and Yang, Clint is that openminded golden retriever that will take everyone who needs help in with open arms, Nat is that black cat that is dismissive at first an very reserved, but together they complete each other. Clint has a lot of patience with her and loves her unconditionally, what Nat doesn't really understands, but as soon she let's her walls down, but only for Clint, she is completely and without a fault devoured to him, I would even go that far to say she is very protective over him, because she knows he has some inner wounds that need to heal. So she does everything possible to make him heal, the same way he has done for her. They protect each other at all times, they would even turn against the Avengers to protect each other.
In my head they have 3 way of sex: The hot in the moment against the wall sex, that is full of hunger and lust especially when both haven't be together for a time; the light quickie in the morning to start their day in a relaxed fashion and the tender, slow, full of love and appreciation lovemaking that breaks them apart and proves their bond over and over again.
Clint loves Nat's red hair and is quite annoyed when she has to dye it blond for various missions. He adores her eyes & body and loves to touch and kiss every inch of her will treating her like a goddess.
On the other hand Nat loves when Clint has a bit longer hair so she has something to hold on ;), she is obsessed with his archery arms but especially these magical hands that makes her fall apart every time, He absolutely know what he is doing, he never misses after all ;).
After every mission, massages and bathing together are in order. Especially Nat loves to massage her hawk, that gives her a reason to really examine Clint's body in all its glory.
And of course they are a perfect team in the field, they basically don't even need to talk but communicate over their abilities and their body language. The Avengers are surprised every time when joint missions are happening and that ace team is shining bright.
In my head the only reason Clint uses hearing aids is to hear Nat's voice. The first moments without hearing her voice made him mental, he felt he was suffocating and felt his world just exploded. He need to hear her voice to survive, same as air to breath. Both know ASL, so they can communicate when Clint needs his calm time when overstimulated with the hearing aids and it's an advantage to gossip about people without them knowing. Over the years they invented a whole new signing language that's just for them, because the team catches up and in my head everyone is capable of signing, so they needed a new way to be private and intimate with each other.
For me they retire together on Clint's farm and will live there till the end of their looooong lifes and together in their arms in their bed. Titanic Style just less dramatic. 😂
The team visits every month they always have an amazing barbecue together and basically a whole week of festivities sponsored by Tony of course. Do they have kids? In some of my head yes (A girl and a boy), in the other not to honour the Red Room Story of Nat. Depends on my mood tbh.
If you need more just ask ahead. Now my head is empty but happy.
I love you and thank you for your friendship and companionship. 😘😘
🏹🕷️💜❤️
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For the clintasha one liner prompt thing, could you do: ‘what the fuck are you flirting with Banner for? I’m right here Natasha!’
(maybe with the background that Clint x Nat had broken up lately, neither of them are over it, and Clint is jealous as hell) thank you!
Tony throws a charity event once a year to inspire New York’s upper crust to dip into their pocketbooks for a chance to brush elbows with heroes. It’s a swanky party with free-flowing champagne, an open bar, and Hors D'oeuvre’s gliding above heads atop silver trays. Clint wouldn’t call it a good time, though the limitless alcohol is certainly lubricating the definition of what he considered good. He would normally blow this kind of party off, but Tony had bribed him with the promise of experimental arrow heads if he attended, which was a kind gesture in of itself considering their teammate status. Clint would be lying if the prospect of abusing Tony’s immeasurable wealth and intelligence weren’t also a factor. Poor boy Barton is rectifying decades of financial pitfalls, he thinks sourly to himself.
The party is slowly winding down now, Clint had done his part. He is rather pleased with himself for making it to the end without sneaking off. He signed autographs, feigned platitudes and even flirted a bit and as thanks for all his work Clint’s getting his hands on some snazzy new tech. The energizing prospect buoys him through the last gaggle of elitists and he waves one woman off, some heiress to a department store, with a scandalous wink. By the time he makes his way back to the bar to hunt down the attendant for his fifth whiskey that night, the self-satisfied grin that was on his face crumbles into a snarl at the sound of a familiar melodic laughter.
He finds the source mere seconds after he rounds the corner.
Natasha.
Natasha is sitting on a bar stool and laughing at something Banner said. An ugly feeling twists in his gut at the sight of her hand running up and down his leg. An even uglier feeling calcifies into the hard lines of his face as he sports, what Natasha used to affectionally call, his murder face. Natasha doesn’t seem to notice him, or if she does she pays him no mind, as she tips her head back and laughs, exposing the long pale line of her throat which if followed would dive straight down to her cleavage. Clint knows he has to act the second he sees Banner’s head dip ever so slightly downward.
On the prowl Clint stalks forward. “Hey guys, what’s so funny?”
Banner’s head snaps around on cue and the smile Natasha was wearing slips as her face falls into a pointed glare by the time Clint stands beside them.
“Sorry, this seat taken?” Clint asks and before either of them can answer he promptly squeezes himself onto the seat between them. “No, good. So, great party, huh guys!? Think we raised enough money for Tony to get a new yacht this year?”
Banner coughs a bit before shyly looking down into his scotch. “I should probably go—”
“You don’t have to Bruce, really.” Natasha says the same time Clint feigns his disappointment.
“Ohh, nooo. Shame we were just getting started! But hey I get it.” Clint fake pouts as he claps a hand over Bruce’s shoulder. “Some guys just can’t go all night.”
Bruce grits his jaw, but otherwise says nothing as he sets his drink aside and leaves without a backwards glance. Mission accomplished. Natasha, however, is seething.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Clint. We were just talking!” Natasha hisses. The grip on her drink tightens and for a brief wonderful second Clint thinks she might throw it into his face. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Clint whips around to face her, as he was admiring the defeated slump of Bruce’s shoulders as he ran away. “Yeah? Just talking? You know he was staring at your tits, right?”
Natasha rolls her eyes and angrily crosses her arms which only seems to accentuate her supple bosom much to Clint’s extreme satisfaction. When was the last time he had his face in those? Two weeks? Three? Since their spectacularly public breakup, time had moved on sluggishly and blurred together in a long stream of achingly lonely days. If anyone had asked him what day of the week it was, Clint wouldn’t know.
Natasha shoots him a glare and says with an air of extreme haughtiness, “Maybe I wanted him to stare at my tits, Clint. Did you ever think of that, hm?”
If she means to goad him, it works, but two can play at that game and they’ve played this dance before. Clint knows the steps well. He leans back, and puts on a show of leering at her. His blue eyes drag lazily from the bright hard set of her eyes to her sumptuous pouty lips, down the line of her pale throat that he’s very fond of marking with his mouth and finally land comfortably on her breasts. His mouth waters furiously while his dick stirs to attention. Was it really only three weeks ago that he was able to bring her to panting desperation with just his mouth? With that memory it seems to him the cause of their breakup was really pathetic in hindsight. Who gives a fuck about living together when the prospect of fucking in two beds is right there. Afterall, two is better than one. It’s basic arithmetic.
“Is that what you want, Nat? You want a beast drooling over you? Cuz I can work with that.” Clint says, his voice low and brimming with dark promise as he leans forward to whisper into her ear. “All you had to do was ask, Princess.”
His hand lands on her knee. Natasha shivers. He can hear her breathing heavily against his ear as his fingers glide up her thigh beneath the silk of her dress. Clint pulls back his shot as his fingers grace the crease between her hip and thigh and then releases it with a nip to her ear. “No sense in flirting with Banner when I’m right here, baby.”
He knows he hits his mark when she gasps as her nails dig into his forearm.
(Thank you for prompting me! I hope you enjoy it! Poor Bruce 😂)
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We're back! Get ready for another Clintasha advent! From December 1st to the 25th we will be posting a prompt everyday with the full list coming out in advance at the end of the week. We will RTing all the amazing fanworks using the #clintasha advent 2022, to the Clintashaweek account.
However, we just want to remind you of a three simple ground rules,
1) No farm family
2) Other ships are allowed but they shouldn't contain Clint or Natasha unless they eventually end up together.
3) There's no need to include spoilers warnings anymore but please always include any ratings or warnings.
As always the FAQs are linked here
Get planning and we can't wait to see what you all create!
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Title: About a Secret
Filled:
Clintasha Advent - Day 14 - Free day - @clintasha-week
Mood Boarder: Caiti
Relationship: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
Rating: G
Warnings: Mood board
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Clintasha Advent Day #9 - Too Loud
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The moment Clint’s hearing had started to deteriorate, Natasha had taught herself American Sign Language. She already knew some of the basics from her training, and she picked it up with more ease and grace than Clint did himself. Sometimes, when he had his hearing aids off and was taking a quiet hearing break, she liked to talk to him with her hands and it was simple and beautiful, allowing him to embrace part of himself he’d been terrified of at first.
Kate? Yelena?
Clint gestured that the two girls were shopping, rolling his eyes playfully.
Natasha nodded and went to the fire, making sure that it was going strong before settling next to him, but in the chair perpendicular to the couch, so he could see her sign.
Are you tired?
He gave a nod and practiced his own sign, letting her know what a long day it had been.
She chuckled and signed back that vacations were a lot of work. She couldn’t blame him for needing the quiet.
Then he pulled her off of the chair, onto the couch and in his arms, not needing words spoken or signed. He just needed her close.
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Unrequited
CLINT
The first man she meets, strikes true.
He likes to say he never misses but she proves that isn't true.
He makes the world around him brighter.
He likes to make her and others laugh.
He wants a wife and kids, a farm, and a house.
She wants to say she could live a double life like he wants.
Though it matters not. He already is.
He has his wife, his kids, his farm, and house.
Even though he's always there for her in the end...
She's too late. She has to find another.
TONY
Is a man of renown. Smart, attractive, rich, he's got it all.
And he really does. Though he's ego blinds him too much to see it.
However, he's smart enough to see it soon enough.
Even if he let's his ego, pride, and self-righteousness guide him.
He means well in the end, he's flawed, real, and deep down.
When she wants a sound mind, a reasonable answer, she goes to him.
And that's what she likes about Stark the most.
BRUCE
Scares her.
He is complex, much like one of his chemical formulas.
He's smart, shy, and handsome.
But moody, angry, and lonely.
Nothing she's drawn to before.
Yet much like his duality. He is always pulling and pushing.
Eventually Green wins out and he is mostly pushing, pushing away.
A time comes when she chooses duty over Bruce.
Hulk over him. And this wounds Bruce deeply.
Trust Broken, Never forgotten.
STEVE
Is the All American Boy Next Door.
Though in a man's body, he's authentic, genuine, caring, and kind.
He's got the charms and looks to get any lady he wants.
However, his heart is already taken.
He's a man out of time and it shakes him to his core.
He too, chooses duty over many things.
Right over wrong.
Steve is her friend, open but available only to a point.
BUCKY
She eyes the Winter Solider hoping he'd look in her direction.
Though just like Bruce he's complex.
Just like Steve he's lost in time.
She wants to say they will get along well.
They both know what it's like to lose one's mind.
To see red and be forced to kill.
However, he's too broken to notice anything else.
He needs to heal and she feels the only person who can do that
is himself.
Until he can love and forgive himself, there is no loving anyone else..
And so Natasha, sits on a rock and contemplates.
All the men and would be lovers.
Yet none could, Love. Not in the way she wanted.
She's left unrequited.
Though one comes close. Closer than all the others.
She's sure of it now when she sees him near.
Sure enough that when she jumps off the cliff.
She stares up at him and feels her heart fleeting, her body falling.
And when she finally hits the ground,
A halo of red appears.
Her body is enveloped in sorrow and pain.
The last thoughts that remain
“Did he love me?”
“Did he love me?”
And the Soul Stone answered...
“Yes he did.”
So I wrote this early this year a little after last December Advent. A prose from Natasha's point of view. I hope you like it. It's totally differnt from other types of submissions.
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thank you for the tag @rockford-peaches 👀👀
Last song: Last Night on Earth by Green Day
Currently watching: I've been rewatching Schitt's Creek the last couple of weeks
Three ships: Kiradax, Qcard, Fitzsimmons
Favorite color: Yellow
Currently consuming: Girl scout cookies
First ship: Unfortunately I think it was Clintasha
Relationship status: Taken
Last movie: I rewatched The Empire Strikes Back a couple weeks ago, I think that must've been it.
Currently working on: Ranking each individual Green Day song in order to narrow down my ranking of their albums because each time I listen through their discography my rankings change drastically. I figure going song by song will give me a more accurate analysis.
Tagging: @convenient-plot-device @milf-horta @ineffable-ink @ttobi-aakira and anyone else who wants to join
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Some fun little Avenger headcannons
Tony- he never told anyone about his panick attacks, anxiety or nightmares because he thought they would look at him as less of a leader
Steve- knows how to sew (I can't ever spell this bitch) from his mother and fixed buckys clothes when they were kids
Clint- pouts about everything followed by an aww especially when nat doesn't let him pet a dog, listens and hums to piano man after a hard mission, hangs out with goose when Kate takes lucky, he perches EVERYWHERE obviously like the vents and has little beds up there
Nat- she taught clints kids ballet, takes the teams clothes mostly Clint and Tony's jackets since they're her style
Mama spider/Spider family- nat taught Peter her moves, now they're both criticized by yelena and Alexei won't leave Peter alone telling him all his red guardian stories, Melina scolds him for his slouching which he really does have bad posture (*coughs* since he's trans *coughs*)
Peter- he often forgets his ups and downs or when he's upside down or not he's lost many drinks because of it, he accidentally shoots his webs in his sleep and has to clean up his webs a lot
Irondad- he put in compression for Peter for when he has a panick attack (senses his heart racing) and needs to feel like there's someone there also has his suit tell him so he can talk him through it (also a binder which in civil war he complains about hurting his ribs)
Pietro- he has adhd and can not have caffeine or he spazzs out cause of it and his powers
Sam- when he was passed the shield he slept with it for weeks because he missed steve
Clintasha- they finish each other's drinks and food, talk in russian, do the "I'm deaf and you only speak russian" gig a lot
Bucky- hates Russian and has ptsd when he hears it or sees any star symbols doesn't really like the color red either, also slept with the shield, fixed boats on the docks in the 40s
Science bros- tony comes in the lab to offer Bruce snacks when hes working hard because he knows he can't stop him from working all night and vise versa
Peter Q- he made sure Peter knew about Queen and now Pete does the same with Morgan
Stark strays- Harley comes to the lab and tinkers with Bruce, Peter, and tony
Strange- he fixes clocks, he started by trying to get his hands to work again but now it's a hobby
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Clintasha Fic Excerpt
The idea of jumping through time like in comic books and movies may seem exciting, but it’s not as smooth or without consequences as they make you believe. People are not meant to fuck with the laws of nature like that. The past doesn’t want to be changed, and it will ruin anyone who tries.
I can say this with absolute certainty, because I’ve experienced it first-hand now.
Coming out of the haze was a long and drawn-out affair, and it seemed to me like four lifetimes rather than the four weeks they had me perpetually hooked up to EKGs and EEGs and any number of other colorful medical acronyms, pumping me with enough phenobarbital to sedate at least a grown elephant.
I guess they were afraid I was going to come around and damage myself further, which was exactly what happened every time they tried to decrease the dose or wean me off it. I remember feeling like there was something terribly important I needed to do, that the whole world was depending on me to do this one thing or else the ramifications would be catastrophic.
I was thinking of Natasha of course, of saving her, of bringing her back to the present or returning to 1953 and staying there with her forever.
I would have died for her if that was what it took.
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