ever dissever my soul
rating: pg
characters: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff
warnings: injuries, past major character death

author's note: This was meant to be part of a longer piece and never quite got that far, but I feel it stands alone well enough as it is. So here you go! The title is from Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe.

summary: You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. - C.S. Lewis. (He constructs the truth of her, when the rendering algorithms fail to find the heart of Natasha Romanoff, from the history written in her skin.)

The cut on her finger from slicing apples, how it bled as red as the curling peels and she laughed, leaving the knife on the cutting board to take his hand and dance on the tacky white linoleum of the kitchen.
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