The gun was shaking in her hand. Her whole body trembled vigorously. "Natasha, put the gun down. Please" His hands were raised in surrender. His blue eyes begged for her green ones to come back to him. "Natasha-"
"Don't" she hissed at him. He watched silent tears flow down her face. He's never seen the Widow cry before. He was actually taken back by the sight of it. "Natasha you can fight this" he spoke softly. Hoping to speak to the real Natasha, the one who's trying to break through. "I'm trying!" Her voice was wavering. He noticed her knuckles turn white with her grip on the gun. "Can't you see I'm trying!" He said nothing. What could he say? He heard a muffled static sound. He watched Natasha's moves very carefully as she placed her free hand to the chunk of metal in her ear. Her newly dark eyes widened with something he couldn't quite read. Fear? Anger? Guilt?
but he knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good for him.
Any time now Clint
She shut her eyes tight.
Maybe I should make a move? No. No too risky
When she reopened her eyes, they weren't green. They weren't grey. They were black.
Great three steps backward.
Her whole body stopped shaking.
This doesn't look good.
"Natasha-"
"I'm sorry Steve"

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