hasthehighground: facing away from the camera thinking (the sacred geometry of chance)
[personal profile] hasthehighground
Clint hasn't been hanging out in the cells today, beyond a brief pit-stop in the morning to say hi. He knows she gets let out and, frankly, probably doesn't want him there while she talks to Security about what she promises her best behavior going forth.

He wouldn't want her there, at least. She might laugh at him.

Instead, he has the table closest to the exit from the hallways to the Security office, with a book he's reading and headphones he's not actually listening to. He's just not really interested in talking to anyone other than Nat.

And a pair of purple headphones won't dissuade her.

Date: 2014-12-30 07:16 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (because the night)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Probably the least said of any promises the better, really.

When Natasha walks out of the cells, she has a bag of her things (his care package and the books had Moist lent her). Her yellow jacket is slung over an arm, and she looks...


(The lankness of her hair isn't helping, no matter that she has it braided.)

She scans the room, notices him and smiles, and keeps scanning until she's done a circuit. No sign of James, which she's not sure if she could be concerned or not about. Well. Fuck him.

Resolutely shoving the question of the Magically Disappearing Ex out of her immediate concern, she walks over to Clint's table.

Edited Date: 2014-12-30 07:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-12-30 07:36 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (well you're looking chipper)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"That," she says with a quick smile, "sounds fantastic. I need a quick shower, too." It's amazing how much more human she feels after one of those.

Her fingers brush his as she takes the keys from him, and lingers a moment. She won't do anything more, not here in public, but...

She's missed him. And having him there, but unable to touch him, had made that worse.

"So," she clears her throat. "See you up there."

Date: 2014-12-31 06:53 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (want to start somewhere new)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Natasha's smile is almost startled, but it's deeply pleased. She wants to call him back - forget lunch, just come upstairs right now - swallows it. Shower first. A proper shower in a room that she doesn't have to ask an AI to dim the walls.

"I'll hold you to that," she calls after him, and then turns to walk up the stairs.

Her shower is quick, and not nearly as thorough as she'd like. She needs to wash her hair, but it's too long for her to do that deeply, so instead she just pins it up and concentrates on washing the grime and stress away from her skin.

She pulls on fresh clothes (requested from Baby before she walked out) and walks out of the bathroom drying the ends of her hair with her towel.

"I hope you weren't too bored," Natasha says, once she sees him.

Date: 2014-12-31 09:23 am (UTC)
redintheledger: ([Clint] we solemnly swear)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger

Clint knows the way to her heart.

On the way to her chair, Natasha pauses behind his chair and hugs his shoulders, resting her cheek on his hair. The fact that she had to go around the table to do this is something that she's just ignoring.

"What, the winds here aren't interesting?" she teases, finally moving to her chair.

(She steals a potato chip as she goes. Because she can.)

Date: 2014-12-31 09:40 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (hail the devil's drink)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Shame," she says, swiping some lemonade. "I've heard the roof is quite popular. And you'd think that somewhere at the End of the Universe would be more idiosyncratic."
Edited Date: 2014-12-31 09:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-02 09:36 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (well you're looking chipper)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Natasha turns her hand over to tangle her fingers with his.

"I missed you, too," she says, quietly. I always miss you.

She glances at the table, then their hands, then back at him.

"How hungry are you?"

Date: 2015-01-03 09:41 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (red)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She leans into his hand as he cups her face, reaching up to hold his hand there. She's missed him, she's missed him, she loves him.

Can I kiss you? he asks, almost if she hadn't been heading that way herself.

Natasha doesn't mind.

She just says, "Yes," and if his voice had been a little rough, hers is matching. "I'd like that."
Edited Date: 2015-01-03 08:13 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-04 07:17 am (UTC)
redintheledger: ([Clint] missed you)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She kisses him back, pushing herself to her feet as she does so, keeping a hold of him as she moves because if there's one thing she wants, it's to never let him go.

Another day, after a mission of a week without privacy, she'd be more likely to want to keep more to herself. Relax. Put on something stupid on her TV and rest her feet on his lap until she settled enough for conversation. But not after missions where she got shaken. This wasn't a mission, but her ex - Winter - turning up, angry and threatening, and her trying to kill him to protect herself and everyone she loves?

She's shaken.

And they need to talk, but as she kisses him, Natasha decides firmly that conversation can wait.


Later, once their clothes are back on and they are lying on the bed, Natasha moves her head from where she'd been resting it on his chest. Slowly, she pulls herself up, sitting back on her feet.

"We should talk," she says, once he's looking at her.
Edited Date: 2015-01-04 07:31 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-04 08:36 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (find them)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Do you want the list alphabetically?" she asks, making a slight face at him as she tucks her hair behind an ear. "...Okay, no, as tempting as that'd be."

Order of importance.

"My cover's fucked. There's another world like ours. An alternate one. People from there, they know who I am. Natasha. Black Widow. They know it because of their version, I just put things together for them when I," she holds her hand up and twists her wrist, as if she were actually wearing her gauntlets, "in the bar.

Al-James knows I'm SHIELD. Same with Fury, but that Fury's call. Coulson, James isn't stupid. But whenever you came up, I let him think you're a civilian."

Date: 2015-01-05 09:11 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (alone in the crowd)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"...not that she's explicitly told me, but I'll say yes." She suspects X was trying not to startle her. "And Molly Hayes, and another girl - teenager, red hair. She reminds me a little of the modern Red Room, but I'm not sure."

Natasha rubs her mouth and looks at him.

"Do you know what your...other self is?"

Date: 2015-01-06 08:25 pm (UTC)
redintheledger: (appear as a balm)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
She smiles, a little.

"Gotcha. We should let the boss and Coulson know. But I meant what I said in the cells. I can burn myself, keep it off you."

It's not as if she hadn't been trying to keep him safe, after all. Then she makes a small, frustrated sound.

"Brings me to Item Number Two.

James is the Winter Soldier."
Edited Date: 2015-01-06 10:47 pm (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-06 10:58 pm (UTC)
redintheledger: (you know me)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Or an alternate universe so close it makes no functional difference. So...


That's why I tried to kill my ex."

Date: 2015-01-12 06:25 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (grin at the world)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Hah," she says, quickly grinning at him. "Thanks, you make me sound about five."

Not that she....hadn't gone down the 'you started it' line herself, certainly not.

"The Winter Soldier," she repeats, wryly. "You doubt me?"

Date: 2015-01-13 10:34 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (party don't start till I get in)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"And the Black Widow can look like anyone."

Natasha smiles.

"That's the trouble with legends, I guess. You finally meet us and no, actually, we do all need to sleep and do the groceries."

Date: 2015-01-20 11:50 pm (UTC)
redintheledger: (find them)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"Well. He exists and he's human, for one thing."

Fine, Clint. See through her vague attempts at procrastination.

"I'd say he's very nearly as good as rumour as it. Within human reason." Beat. "Doesn't have your aim, and they fucked with his head even more than they did mine, which can't improve performance levels. He says he's a free agent now, but I don't know what the means."

So, she's still stalling, a bit. But at least this time, her answer is more useful.

Date: 2015-01-27 04:12 am (UTC)
redintheledger: ([Clint] two halves of a whole)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"We have a truce," she says finally. "He hurts you, I hurt his people. Of which at least two are here, so I'd have access..."

She smiles, not really amused.

"Apparently Hydra is still a viable threat. But I have no intel on that. Yet. So, if you could keep your eyes, but on the downlow? That'd be good."

Date: 2015-01-27 04:46 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (she walks in beauty)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
"It's more than I had before. I look him up, when I get chance."

Natasha breathes.

"I left him there," she says abruptly. "Alex. James. When I got out. I left him there. And then I couldn't find him. I gave up in the mid-nineties. Then Odessa he shoots me, and he can't even remember-"

Date: 2015-01-27 05:10 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (had a metal heart)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Guilt is not something Natasha feels very often. Responsibility for her actions, yes. A knowledge that she owes the damn universe and will never make up for her crimes that, by any standard, were crimes, yes. But not guilt.

Now, it's written all over her.

She looks at Clint, face starting to crumple even as she crawls back to where he is, taking his hand as she curls into him.

He can't fix it. But, well.

Hugs go a long way.
Edited Date: 2015-01-27 05:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-01-27 05:30 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (everyone breaks)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Her breathing is stuttered, shaking, missing beats and then catching up by being too rapid.

Eventually, though, it evens out in time to his, and she shifts her head against his shoulder.

"Think I win the 'who has the craziest ex' pool at HQ yet?" She asks, voice rougher than normal. It's a joke.


Date: 2015-01-27 05:54 am (UTC)
redintheledger: (well you're looking chipper)
From: [personal profile] redintheledger
Natasha's laugh is a faint thing, but it's a step up from her almost-sobs of before.



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