( He says this with absolute certainty. It's not that Natasha doesn't have it in her--of course, she does. But there is a balance between him, and if she kills him she'll never be able to even the score. Somewhere, though, Clint is wishing she would just shoot him, would take that over preserving this shadowed half-life. Just do it, Tasha, he thinks desperately, and something flickers in his eyes. End it before I do.
The hesitation lasts only a moment. Still pushing down on her windpipe, he grabs a knife from his belt and presses it against her cheek. )
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( He says this with absolute certainty. It's not that Natasha doesn't have it in her--of course, she does. But there is a balance between him, and if she kills him she'll never be able to even the score. Somewhere, though, Clint is wishing she would just shoot him, would take that over preserving this shadowed half-life. Just do it, Tasha, he thinks desperately, and something flickers in his eyes. End it before I do.
The hesitation lasts only a moment. Still pushing down on her windpipe, he grabs a knife from his belt and presses it against her cheek. )
What are you waiting for?