CLINT BARTON
The sceptre's point touched my chest. I felt a horrible coldness wash over me. My head ached, as images flashed in front of my eyes before disappearing with a flash of white.
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My brother patting my back.
Trickshot firing three arrows at once.
Fury handing me a file.
Coulson pulling my from the edge of the bridge.
Coulson hugging me.
Coulson smiling at me.
Natasha flipping over Ivan.
Natasha wearing a dark dress at the theatre.
Natasha reloading a gun.
Natasha sleeping against a tree.
Natasha speaking.
Natasha killing Ivan.
Natasha clutching her head.
Natasha passed out.
Natasha held against me.
Natasha in hospital.
Natasha opening her eyes.
Natasha hugging me.
Natasha's hair.
Natasha's smile.
Natasha's eyes.
Natasha's...lips.
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A blinding flash of white and they're all
...Gone.
Darkness replaces the white. Just a forever swirling pool of darkness
...and Loki.
Loki's hate.
My hate.
Loki's anger.
My anger.
Loki's rage.
My rage.
Loki's will.
...Loki's will.
My thoughts belong to him. My memories belong to him. My words are not my own. My movements are not my own.
But my hate is my own.
And my skills are my own.
...Loki's will.
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FanfictionBudapest. The start of the butterfly effect. The rock in the pond, forming the ripples. Budapest started a chain of events, that has lead to this moment. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Strike Team Delta. The spy and the agent. The fighters...
