"Jesus," Clint cursed under his breath, jumping a little at the harsher treatment. There was a quip about safety words on the tip of his tongue when Loki shifted and killed the train of thought. His stomach clenched. There was something wrong with looking at Natasha's form and knowing it wasn't her.
He shivered, but it wasn't from any kind of excitement, it was just as close as his skin could get to actually crawling. Pushing at Loki's shoulders, Clint gripped him hard enough that it would have been painful for a human. "No. Fuck and no. You're not dragging her into this. Ditch the face before I decide to take my ball and go home."
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Date: 2012-03-07 11:26 am (UTC)He shivered, but it wasn't from any kind of excitement, it was just as close as his skin could get to actually crawling. Pushing at Loki's shoulders, Clint gripped him hard enough that it would have been painful for a human. "No. Fuck and no. You're not dragging her into this. Ditch the face before I decide to take my ball and go home."