( He means that in several ways. For one, his leg is all but useless, and he probably couldn't life himself off her even if he'd wanted to. There was the obvious fact that he was being controlled, and he didn't actually have control over anything he was doing. It was his skill, his training, and his connection to Natasha that were winning him this fight--but it was Loki's control that was making it happen.
But maybe there's something else. Maybe there's some small part of Clint Barton left in him, that remembers what it is like to touch her, to hold her, to embrace her. And maybe that part doesn't want to let go, even in this twisted scenario.
Clint Barton kills with arrows, from afar. He takes out his targets before they know that's what they are, and they don't feel pain. An arrow through the heart, through the head, through the throat--no time to think. But this isn't like that, at all.
Because now Clint is taking the knife, already soaked in Ntasha's blood, and lifting it to her throat. This will not be quick and painless, rather-- slowly, intimately. The orders echo through his skull. )
because i love you
( He means that in several ways. For one, his leg is all but useless, and he probably couldn't life himself off her even if he'd wanted to. There was the obvious fact that he was being controlled, and he didn't actually have control over anything he was doing. It was his skill, his training, and his connection to Natasha that were winning him this fight--but it was Loki's control that was making it happen.
But maybe there's something else. Maybe there's some small part of Clint Barton left in him, that remembers what it is like to touch her, to hold her, to embrace her. And maybe that part doesn't want to let go, even in this twisted scenario.
Clint Barton kills with arrows, from afar. He takes out his targets before they know that's what they are, and they don't feel pain. An arrow through the heart, through the head, through the throat--no time to think. But this isn't like that, at all.
Because now Clint is taking the knife, already soaked in Ntasha's blood, and lifting it to her throat. This will not be quick and painless, rather-- slowly, intimately. The orders echo through his skull. )