[ Clint wants to pull his punches. He wants to take her out in a way that will put her in the infirmary and not six feet under. But he's spoken with Loki, he's heard his plans, and he knows what she will do if he fails to stop her. She is his best friend, and if she dies, here, by his hand, he will regret it for the rest of his life.
But he won't let her become a threat to his family. He can't.
He may not be able to draw his bow, but he has other weapons. A knife, for instance, which he pulls out, and leans back in a crouch, waiting for an opening. ]
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But he won't let her become a threat to his family. He can't.
He may not be able to draw his bow, but he has other weapons. A knife, for instance, which he pulls out, and leans back in a crouch, waiting for an opening. ]
Snap out of it, Nat. [ Terse. Cold. Commanding. ]