Here's Chapter 2! Please let me know what you think of this scene! It is a lot shorter than the last one, but I felt that it was an important part missing out of the last one.
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Natasha turned to face Clint as he shrugged on his S.H.I.E.L.D. vest. "You ready?"
Clint grinned at her, but she could tell he had begun to clear his mind, just like she did, and allow his assassin side take over. "Always am." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead as he made his way out of the room, briefly allowing his emotions to show through again. "Nat, be careful out there."
"Always am," she echoed with a tender smile before leading him out of the room and towards the bridge to meet up with Rogers and Stark. When they both arrived, Tony looked over at them solemnly. Apprehension tightened Natasha's stomach for a moment. "What is it?"
"Cap noticed that you didn't have an earpiece in," he murmured, holding out a new one for her. Natasha realized it must've been taken off when she was taken into the medical bay. "What happened to yours? Last we'd heard from you was when you went after Legolas over here."
The pair looked at each other, recognizing the fact that he was stalling for some reason. "The fight got pretty heavy. What happened?" she questioned sharply. "Where is everyone?"
"The Hulk fell after a pilot tried to distract him. Thor went after Loki, and ended up trapped in the cage instead. Phil..." sheer dread filled the assassins at the playboy's hesitation. "Phil tried to help Thor but Loki tricked him. He's...he's dead."
It was easy for Natasha to tell herself that it wasn't true. Tony Stark was not an emotional person...he was snarky and obnoxious. The mixture of grief and rage in his eyes screamed otherwise, though, and she found herself speechless. She looked over to Clint, who looked like he'd been punched in the stomach. "I'm going to put an arrow in that son of a bitch's left eye." His voice was steady, but Natasha could see the storm brewing in his eyes.
"Are we ready to go?" Rogers asked gently, knowing that the best way for all of them to release their anger would be against the demigod at the center if the whole mess.
Natasha nodded. "You two go, we'll be right behind you, Cap." Tony and Steve both nodded and did not question her. As they left the assassins alone, Natasha turned to her partner. "Don't you dare."
Clint glared at her halfheartedly. "Tasha, it is my fault that he's dead. Because of me, Loki was on the carrier to begin with, and had the chance to get the drop on him. Damnit!" Natasha grabbed his arms firmly before he had a chance to turn and punch the wall next to him. The archer glowered at her.
"Loki took control of you, Clint. It took you almost killing me to break his hold. There is nothing that you could have done to save Coulson. He wouldn't want you to blame yourself for this…he would want you to take the bastard truly responsible down for good. You know that."
Clint stared at her for a long moment, his eyes swirling with emotion. Eventually, he nodded, knowing that they didn't have time yet to truly grieve for their fallen handler and friend. Once his arrow found its mark and the son of a bitch was dead or bound so tightly that there was no hope of escape, he and Natasha would be able to properly honor him. Natasha kissed him firmly and then gestured for him to follow her onto the jet. He watched her go for a moment, allowing himself to garner strength from the confidence in her steps. Time to kick some evil demigod ass.