Natasha of the goats (somebodyseyes) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2019-09-30 14:18:00 |
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She had been avoiding one particular part of the beach for a week now. Natasha didn't expect that her little refuge had survived the battles on the beach. Truthfully it wasn't the building that she was concerned about because after all, she and Clint could buiild another one. One that was a lot more sturdy than the one that was there before. No, she was looking for something far more important. To her surprise, the little hut was mostly intact. It had been damaged badly but it was at least in a pile so she was glad of that, it would make it easier to put back together. Climbing over the rubble, she saw the corner of a box peeking out. "Thank god," she said quietly and sat down on the sand, pulling things out of the way until she could get her hands on the box and tug it out of the hole it had sunk into. How COS hadn't found it, she didn't know but she was glad they hadn't. There was nothing in the box that would mean anything to anyone but her and Clint but that wasn't to say that they wouldn't have wanted to be rid of it since it was something sentimental and creative. "Please be there," she murmured as she opened the lid and there it was. It wasn't the original of course, that was long gone, destroyed by someone in the Red Room. This was a copy, found in Clove Books but obviously meant for her to find. Everybody knew the bookstore was magic and while Natasha hadn't really believed in magic before she came here, she believed in it now. She opened the book of Russian Fairy Tales and flipped through it. It was intact, not a page out of place and of course it fell open to her favorite, "The Firebird." She remembered the day that Clint had come to her after Laura had left. She was here, trying to get her emotions sorted because she'd been certain that he would return home with her. He hadn't though, he'd come here and without saying a word, she knew that he'd made a choice. She had never asked him how he'd found her, he probably would have given her a smart ass answer if she had about how he'd been stalking her for years so why she was surprised. Instead, they'd spoken of unimportant things because they didn't really need words at all. He'd lain down beside her in the sand and asked her to read to him and she had. It was a day she would never forget. There were a lot of days that she would never forget that had started in this little hut which had started out as her personal refuge but had grown into a place of refuge big enough for two. She smiled as she closed the book and glanced down at her left hand which now held a wedding ring. Another thing that she wouldn't have believed possible before she'd come here. She'd come here when she had gotten the memory dump, when she'd found out that she had died and all that happened. he'd found her once more and the conversation that ensued had resulted in the two of them making a huge decision and she hadn't regretted it for a single moment. She put the book back in the box which had also once held a bottle of vodka and two glasses but those were gone which wasn't a shock. The box itself was slightly damaged but Clint could fix it for her. The most important thing was that the book was there. She was about to stand up and head home when she heard someone come up behind her. She didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. "Damn you, are you still stalking me?" And he laughed. |