Who: Clint and Natasha What: Seeing a movie in which you help evil!Loki kill a bunch of people probably isn't good. Especially if you just lived it yourself. Where: Clint and Natasha's room at the complex When: Around midnight of the 27th Rating/Status: Going with Mature given what's developed/Complete
Seeing the movie they were from, as the people here claimed, was a mistake. Or so Clint thought after seeing it. The moment he saw himself sliding down the rope to see Fury in the room with the Tesseract, he knew what was to come. Loki. Being, as he had told Tasha, unmade as the scepter let Loki play with his mind. And then seeing himself work for that murdering, manipulating bastard without question. His eyes had gone from an inquisitive look to completely closed off. But the absolute worst was when he heard what Loki had wanted him to do to Natasha. That was the point when he completely closed off from showing emotion.
And that night, once he fell asleep, the nightmare came. The nightmare of where he carried out Loki's orders to kill Natasha in every way she feared. Of making her feel so helpless. So vulnerable. He tossed and turned during the dream lightly, mumbling slightly before he bolted upright seconds before the killing blow could land in Natasha's heart.
He panted for air, shaking slightly as a cold sweat clung to his skin. Clint bowed his head and let a shaky breath out before turning to look at Natasha in the bed next to him. He started to reach out to brush hair from her face but stopped himself. Pulling his hand away he silently got up and went to the bathroom, half closing the door before turning the sink on. Once the water was warm enough he splashed it on his face and stared at himself in the mirror.
Echoes of Loki's taunting voice sounded in his head and he clenched his fists, glaring at his reflection.