[She'd considered not even asking him to come, surely this was something she could handle herself, and she'd worked alone in the past. But Steve had insisted, and Clint was the only person she could think of. That she trusted, and who knew how to keep things quiet.
She has a moment to be extremely glad that she did, before the impact shoves her into the table and all her nerves begin to feel like they're on fire, muscles doused in acid--it's not pleasant. Not in the least.
The scream is an involuntary response, her voice cracks in the middle, and she hits the ground, blacking out as her bones and muscles shift.
She's smaller. Softer. She's young, and still unconscious, when Clint gets the door open.]
yaaaay hawkdad! sorry to give you a conniption fit.
She has a moment to be extremely glad that she did, before the impact shoves her into the table and all her nerves begin to feel like they're on fire, muscles doused in acid--it's not pleasant. Not in the least.
The scream is an involuntary response, her voice cracks in the middle, and she hits the ground, blacking out as her bones and muscles shift.
She's smaller. Softer. She's young, and still unconscious, when Clint gets the door open.]