Who: Natasha and Clint Where: An unused room at the prison When: Last night Rating: TBD Status: In progress
Natasha absently moved her fingers through Clint's hair as he slept. She'd grabbed the bedding from both of their beds and piled them on the floor in this secluded room to give him time away from everyone else, and had tried to be there herself as much as possible. At the moment, she was sitting up with her back against the wall, and his head was against her stomach, cheek pressed to her thigh and lips against her shirt. His arms clung tightly to her even as he dreamed, as though he were afraid she'd leave him too, but she wasn't going to. She swore she wasn't.
Shifting her head, Natasha opened her eyes and gazed down at her husband's face. He finally seemed to be resting easier, as though his dreams had gotten better, and she hoped that was the case. While he seemed to be able to help her in the past several months when she'd needed it, Natasha wasn't sure what to do for him except to be there and hold him. She loved him so much that every time a new threat appeared, she worried, something she hadn't done much of back in their active SHIELD days. There was just too much out in the world that could take him from her. Too many ways she could lose him, and right now...she wanted to keep from losing him to his own grief.