#deadliestspy

he currently rests on the floor, the world silent around him as he holds onto lucky. the good boy merely pants softly, sitting there and letting him hold onto him with her face buried in his neck. the scent of freshly cleaned dog had always been his favorite, today it was bringing him a sense of comfort. soft vibrations reach him from the floor, indicating someone approaching and he knows who it is without even having to look.   “   whatever it is, clint barton is off today. closed sign has been put up.   ”   he mumbles, slowly lifting his head to look up at the spy. points at his ears,   <<   i broke them.   >>

This came as a shock to the brown haired woman, sighing she raised her hands. “Hey, okay.. So what if I was lying?” Gemma smiled “it was a white lie nothing too harmful.” 

     her lips thin as irritation seems to settle across her features. eyes narrow ever so slightly.  “ natalia. ”  she speaks up and it is abrupt. there is no calmness to the word. her attitude pushes forward. it almost sounds scolding in nature.  “ continue tapping your nails against the table and i break your fingers. ”

               a brow arches in surprise before a thoughtful gaze crosses his features as he attempts to look around the widow.   “   okay, either you’re hiding something and trying to cover it up, poorly might i add. or there’s something going on with you so which one is it?   ”   he had never been able to sneak up on natasha. between the two of them she was the sneaky one. so there had to be something more going on here. 

               clint jumped to attention at the sound of natasha’s voice. a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he draws near the bed and chuckles,   “   no you’re not dead, tasha. although you may have come close. but you’re okay.   ”   he says softly, taking a seat as his gaze roams over beat up features.   “   are you feeling okay? i can go get the doc if you’re hurting.   ”

               “    oh y’know, picked the lock. a handy skill if you ask me. has helped out in many situations. especially the ones where my best friend is ignoring me and about to make a rash decision that gets her in some trouble that can be avoided if she just accepts a bit of help.   ”   a brow arches as arms fold over his chest. normally he wasn’t so abrasive with her. hell, he wasn’t abrasive with anyone but he was fairly certain this was an instance that called for the rough tone as he watches her through narrowed hues.   “   wanna tell me what the hell is going on?   ”

               his jaw clenched, pulling his gaze away from the woman that could read him all too easily. ice is raised to his forehead, easing the ache of the current goose egg bruise that had formed there. at least the concussion was no longer making him nauseous. he could deal with the swollen eye and bruises that littered his torso.   “   just leave it, tasha. i’m good now you can head out.   ”   how was he supposed to explain that the adversary had been his brother and he didn’t want to fight back? that he couldn’t bring himself to fight barney when it was clear he was just a bit .... lost, off the path to say. 

               sweat dotted his brow, breaths panting from him as he bent over with hands braced on his knees. this whole mission had gone to shit. one thing after another going wrong and now the whole place was threatening to cave in on itself. didn’t help that his head was swimming, his brow was busted. there was an ache in his side and he’d been out of arrows for a while now. things were looking a bit bleak if you asked him, but what did he know. straightening, he sucks a breath in through his nose to ease his racing heart. nods his head quickly,   “   okay, tasha let’s get out of here then. following your lead.   ”