“please take me back to when i was yours.”
[ original verse, rescuing from the raft and thereafter ]
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There’s no time at first, only the way her breath leaves to see him again.
She thinks his does too, maybe, both caught in stasis to be in front of each other again. She punches the control pad, tearing out its innards until the door to his cell slides open.
They nod as the other prisoners ask questions. She holds his eyes until it becomes too much and she goes to free the others.
More shouted questions that Clint tries to allay, but Sif finds herself with no room for any of it.
She leads them out of the Raft, over her trail of incapacitated agents; she doesn’t really have a plan from here, but she has Clint and that’s enough for now. She trusts he’ll know something. She can’t trust Coulson with this, and her one Asgardian contact won’t work for long.
Clint and the Falcon find them a safehouse, talk about leaving a signal for Captain Rogers and what they need to do. She learns names and meanings and Clint touches her arm like they’ve never been apart. It sets a chill in her blood.
Later it’s a fire. He comes to her room to ask her something, but it’s finally only them so he gets all of four words out before she’s on him. A hand at cheek and one at waist, pulling him to her lips and pushing him back against the door. It bumps closed and she locks it without looking because she has the taste of him again and it takes only two seconds before he’s returning her fervor.
He’s older and she can see it. He’s older and it makes her want to hold on tight. He’s older and it hurts. She has always known their time together was limited, that was the way of these things, but she keeps getting chances and she’ll take them. Part of her thinks they should be talking with words about this, but they’ve always spoken better with hands.
Right now his hands are telling her they still want her too, and that’s enough. For now that’s enough.
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