The Third Night~Clint + Natasha~The Third Night3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This is the third night Clint has sat here. Up in the rafters, perched on thin pieces of steel and metal, built above the stage. This is the third night he's brought his bow and set it aside, because what's the point? He won't use it. Not now.
This is the third night he's lied to himself. The third night he's told himself, you're gaining intel, little chunks of information and evidence that will help SHIELD. The third night he's crumpled the piece of paper in his hand, sighed, and tossed it in the trash barrel. He'll be gaining no secret details tonight. Just more of that delicate, overpowering light, that soft, trembling music, and the push and flow of her body.
The first night he was truly intending to take her. He would take some part of her past, something he could use, if he didn't actually take her life. But then he got himself ready, positioned himself in his nest, tested the strings, selected an arrow, and the music turned on.
Clint has never been a classical
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A seasoned killer, cruel, unkind,
Death toll high, 'fore he was confined,
Sleep easy child, he shall never walk free...
They put me in a cell.
This is my punishment. The price I must pay.
It is not a special cell. There is nothing out of the ordinary, there is nothing here to hurt me, nor to kill me. Just a cell. It binds my Trofrar, and leaves me powerless, but it will not hurt me.
The cell has no door. No lock, nor key. It is woven by magic, and built for me. Only I can enter this cell. And once I do, I can never leave it. Lifetime solitary confinement.
I'm not sure that they have really thought this through. They are giving me exactly what I want- freedom, in oppression. I will be freed from social conventions and expectations. I will be with only my mi