[ She moves closer, and Clint takes a quick step back. Unconsciously, placing space between her waving arms and himself.
God, she just looks so lost. Clint's heart suddenly aches, there behind the cage of his ribs, and he lets the tension in his spine ease, careful, cautious. Once, not too many years ago, he'd been the one cornering a dangerous young woman. She should have died at his hands, the arrow pointed at her the last thing she'd seen. But he'd made a different call all those years ago. Trusting the way his gut told him no. Not Natalia Romanova, not here, not now. It'd been the best damn decision he'd ever made.
Here, now, Clint had planned to get his information and go, keep out of sight of this angry young woman, hoping she wouldn't spill into his mind and rifle through. But something....Something about Kate makes him think of a too young assassin, all sharp angles and dulled eyes, and he pulls back. Inhales, quick, exhales, slow. The lines of his face soften, hands loose at his sides. ]
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God, she just looks so lost. Clint's heart suddenly aches, there behind the cage of his ribs, and he lets the tension in his spine ease, careful, cautious. Once, not too many years ago, he'd been the one cornering a dangerous young woman. She should have died at his hands, the arrow pointed at her the last thing she'd seen. But he'd made a different call all those years ago. Trusting the way his gut told him no. Not Natalia Romanova, not here, not now. It'd been the best damn decision he'd ever made.
Here, now, Clint had planned to get his information and go, keep out of sight of this angry young woman, hoping she wouldn't spill into his mind and rifle through. But something....Something about Kate makes him think of a too young assassin, all sharp angles and dulled eyes, and he pulls back. Inhales, quick, exhales, slow. The lines of his face soften, hands loose at his sides. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Not unkindly, but, what else can he say? ]