Echo of a Regime

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I LEARNED HOW TO READ OUT OF A MARVEL COMIC BOOK BEFORE I WENT TO PRESCHOOL, COME ON, IS THIS A JOKE!?

“Don’t know what I could say.” Clint said honestly, shaking his head. “I mean, she was wonderful, but my words can’t do her justice.” He wasn’t looking at Natasha as he spoke, knowing that she was seeing right through his words and realizing what he was trying to say. She always knew.

Natasha patted him on his back and nodded. "Well... if you do want to... if you find the words... I'm right here" she murmured softly. She stepped into the street and whistled loudly for a taxi, opening the door and slipping in.

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“No, no I know you too well to know when you’re losing your touch or not.” Clint smiled, shaking his head. “Almost being the key word, because you think I’m amazing.”

She smiled "Exactly" she hummed out with a quick glance at him. The elevator doors opened up as they reached the bottom floor. Linking arms with Clint as they walked she looked over at him some, taking his full form in. she could see the tired slump in his shoulders and his whole demeanor seemed off. "Do you.... wanna talk about her?" she asked slowly.

Clint offered to hold the heels, thinking she wouldn’t want to wear them until they were going to go on the jet. He couldn’t help but smirk when he heard her conversation. Natasha could be very persuasive, and he didn’t even need to ask if she got that jet, but he did anyway. “So I’m guessing we have a Stark Industries ride to London in about ten minutes?”

"Of course, did you think I lost my touch?" she intoned with a slight laugh, pulling her cardigan around herself some. She wrapped an arm around Clint's shoulders and gave him another squeeze, "I'm almost insulted" she joked.

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Clint just nodded, because he really would do whatever he could if she was in the same situation. It was that type of friendship. The one where you would do anything and everything to keep the other happy, and if not, break the rules until they were. The elevator stopped at her floor, and Clint leaned against the door to keep them closed as she went to get ready.

Natasha returned in a few moments, heels dangling from her fingers in one hand and her cell phone pressed to her ear with her shoulder as she booked them a flight. "Yes, I work for Stark Industries... yes I need to meet up with him in London for a VERY important meeting" she hissed out as she stepped into the elevator. Dropping her heels onto the ground she slipped into them slowly as she kept talking to the man on the other end of the line.

Clint let Natasha do whatever she wanted, since she was always picky about his tie anyway. He took her hand, smiling at her. “Tasha? Thanks.” He said quietly.

Natasha looked up at Clint some and she gave him a warm smile. "I'm your friend Clint" she told him, giving his hand a squeeze. "And I know that you'd do the same for me" she murmured, looking at him with a faint smile.

Clint never wore many nice things. He had one suit, for SHIELD reasons, and then one tuxedo, also for SHIELD reasons. Still, they were both fitted for him, and wasn’t like they were unwearable. He pulled it on, before going back to join Natasha at the elevator. “Are you going to wear a dress?” He asked curious, wondering which one. Clint knew her wardrobe almost as well as Natasha did. It came with being friends for as long as they have.

"We'll stop by my room on the way down" she said, pressing the number on her elevator for her floor. Turning towards him she fixing his tie some. He never got the damn thing straight.

“The worst is getting arrested by MI6.” Clint smiled, despite his words. “Honestly? Now that I think about it, that’s the best idea I think you’ve ever had.” He joked lightly, but seemed to be lighted up at the idea.

Nat laughed a little at that. "Mmmm it's the best because in theory, we won't get shot at" she said, tapping his nose lightly. "Go get your best tux on Clint" she hummed out once they reached his floor.

Cling sighed, and shook his head. “If I did, don’t you think I would be going to that funeral?” Something about it didn’t make sense, how it was only MI6 agents. He knew security and all that, but even funerals for SHIELD agents didn’t do that.

"England is weird" Natasha said quickly. "Come on? What's the worse that could happen Clint?" she intoned lightly, hugging him tight. "Let's go break into a funeral"

“Yes.” Clint murmured, not looking at Natasha. “What, do you want to break into the funeral?” He chuckled at the thought, because they’ve done a lot of things, but breaking into a funeral was something they’ve never done.

Nat shrugged. "Yeah..." she said slowly, nodding. "You deserve to go to that funeral" she said sharply. "Don't you think? I mean... from what I saw... you meant a lot to her too"

Clint chuckled. “I was a kickass ninja, you remember that.” He said quietly, before shaking his head. “I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. I hate this, hate knowing that she’s gone and I can’t go back to her.” He hated it so much. Natasha probably knew that though. She always did.

Natasha frowned lightly. "Do you... want to go to her funeral Clint?" she asked slowly. "I don't care what MI6 says.... what do you want?" Natasha asked, turning to look at him fully.

“I know.” Clint said quietly, before shaking his head. “It kind of feels like it isn’t going to be I guess.” He wasn’t one to usually talk about his feelings like this, but this was Natasha. She could read him like a book.

Natasha frowned a little, hugging him tight. "I felt the same way when you "died" Clint" she told him softly. "Then you came back as a ninja and I wanted to punch you in that pretty face of yours" she hummed gently. 

“You can bet your assless chaps that I could pull off that combo.” Clint smiled a little. Jamie would have laughed if anyone had said that… The archer groaned, running his hands over his face.

Natasha could read Clint's face like a book and she sighed deeply, rubbing his back as she pressed the elevator button. "It's gunna be alright Clint..." she reassure, patting his back again.