Clint/Nat. Because that one you did earlier got my thoughts going in this direction. Pick whichever speaks more to you:
And I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
-OR-
The time for sleep is now
But it's nothing to cry about
'Cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
I wanted this to be good. I did, but it’s alongside the first couple of fics I’ve actually sat down and written so it’s rusty. Thank you for these gems of songs, they made my heart sing in nostalgia. Perfect.
(Warnings for animal injury - but he’s completely fine I promise.)
“Fuck,” Clint groans.
There’s a heave of a breath and sigh on Natasha’s lips as she looks to him and shrugs.
There’s tears in her eyes.
There’s tears in Clint’s too.
“He’s going to be fine,” Clint states.
“He has to be.”
Natasha doesn’t answer. The animal hospital had taken Lucky in for surgery, the car that hit him nowhere to be found.
He’d licked Natasha’s face, Clint driving like a madman as Natasha whispered in quiet, gentle Russian to the golden dog in her lap.
“He’ll be fine,” Clint reiterates, taking her hand as he sits next to her.
There’s nothing really to say as they wait, and hope, and sit together in the silence that Natasha built.
It’s hours.
They get small updates from the vet nurse who tells them things are going well, but Natasha doesn’t believe it. Not until she can see Lucky, not until she can pat him, and hold his goofy head in her lap.
Clint paces.
She tucks her knees under her chin.
Natasha keeps her emotions in check, even though grief pulls at her.
She feels the sorrow within her; it seems dark to her that she’s lived through so much, but the prospect that their dog might die is up there as one of the worst things that’s ever happened.
She doesn’t know how to say this to Clint, it’s not even her dog.
Except, he is.
Lucky sits with her when she has a nightmare, he grounds her by sitting next to her and pushing his furry body near her.
Lucky is the one that sits with her in the early mornings, as she drinks her coffee and he eats his breakfast.
Lucky is the one that stays up with Clint when his insomnia gets bad.
“He can’t die,” she whispers, more to herself than to anyone else.
Clint paces towards her, hearing her soft words.
He sits again and takes her hand.
He doesn’t seem to know what to say.
He just nods and sighs.
Finally, the vet emerges.
Natasha’s heart is in her throat, trying to read the woman’s face before she even says any words.
She knows before she says it.
He’s dead.
She squeezes Clint’s hand hard, wanting him to squeeze it back, instead he just looks to her in sorrow before the woman actually speaks.
“Broken leg and some internal injuries, but he should make a full recovery.”
Clint laughs.
But it’s incongruous to how Natasha feels.
She was so prepared for bad news that she’s sure that she’s heard the woman wrong.
“He’s okay?”
The disbelief in her voice sends it high.
The woman nods.
“You can see him if you want?”
Natasha does, in fact she’s inpatient with the rest of the woman’s explanation and prognosis.
He’s okay.
She has to repeat it, because she’d convinced herself he’d die.
He’s okay, okay, okay.
The fear, grief and sadness that has been holding her for the last couple of hours threatens as she sees him.
He evidently sees her.
A groggy wag of his tail breaks her.
Tears drip down her face as Clint appears next to her.
“He’s going to be fine,” he smiles down at her, kissing the top of her head as she fondles Lucky’s soft ears.
They stay til the vet asks them to leave, Lucky has to stay of course, but they can come back tomorrow; there is a tomorrow for him.
Natasha can’t believe it even as she takes a photo of him, to help her disbelieving brain.
The car ride home is quiet.
Clint thinks she has no words for the emotions she’s feeling, and also that that perhaps is unfair.
It’s the most emotional he’s seen her in a very long time.
The last time… maybe Budapest. Maybe Morocco.
He suggests bed, and she follows him as he turns the lights off, the apartment now black.
The occasional shadow of car lighting up the room.
“It feels quiet without him,” Natasha opens.
She starts to cry again.
“What’s wrong Nat?” he asks quietly, sure that all these tears are not just for Lucky.
When she doesn’t respond, he hugs her close.
“It’s not just Lucky, is it?”
He can feel her shrug against him.
It’s all raw.
Whatever this is, it’s something.
It’ll come, it always does.
“I don’t want him to die,” she admits, fresh tears coming as her voice breaks again, “not him.”
It’s almost pleading.
“He’s not going to die,” he consoles straight away.
“He’s not. They fixed him, and he’s safe there.”
“He’s never allowed to die,” she sobs, silent tears falling.
Clint feels tears in his own eyes at her distress, knowing she’s seen too many deaths of innocent people, children and something he’d never thought of, animals too.
“Nothing to cry about, Nat, he’s not dying.”
He can only think to assure her, hold her close and wait until she cries herself to sleep.
He’s thankful that she finds it, but he’s left awake looking over her in the quiet, dark house.
Clint looks at the photos of Lucky that Natasha took, sending good thoughts and sweet dreams his way, before settling down, holding Natasha and closing his eyes.
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hey! really loving this blog! do you have any hurt/comfort Kawoshin headcanons you'd be willing to share?
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My cone kittie is here for extra fluff (im literally covered in his fur)
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Whenever Shinji has a nightmare about the eva’s, Kaworu will make his face glow softly and hug him and plant kisses all around his face so Shinji can fall asleep again, and won’t have another nightmare.
Anytime Kaworu has nightmares that protaned from memories about his past lives, Shinji will literally wrap him in all the blankets in the house, all of the pillows and will go on a movie marathon until Kaworu falls asleep again.
