ClintTasha - Cyberpunk (for redlionspride)
"You know," he said, eyes focused behind his magnifying goggles and hands far steadier than his voice as he dug around in the gash on her neck, "someone who didn't know you might call the way you fling yourself off of buildings sort of insane - not that I'm saying that, mind, because I'm not suicidal… but some people might."
Natasha just shrugged one shoulder, causing the probe in his hand to touch live wire and spark, throwing a Look over her shoulder while she chastised him with a calm: "that's the beauty of being more machine than human - when I break, you can just go out and find someone to build you another one, a better one - Widow 2.0… now shut up and fix my wiring."
Clint got quiet, then, serious in a way she rarely saw from him, his hands resting more heavily on her skin, as though she couldn’t slip away if he didn’t let go, and his voice was almost too soft to hear his reply - "No one can build another you, Tash… I wouldn't want to try."