"Natasha," Clint says, rough, the emotion in her voice catching at his heart like something jagged.
He doesn't know what to say. Natasha knows you can't always choose your exits, knows she's not to blame for what they did, for what Alex did because of them.
He extends a hand to her, helpless. He can't fix it.
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Date: 2015-01-27 05:00 am (UTC)He doesn't know what to say. Natasha knows you can't always choose your exits, knows she's not to blame for what they did, for what Alex did because of them.
He extends a hand to her, helpless. He can't fix it.