Un-breakable

Unexpected sessions

Natasha's POV

"Natasha?"

"Hey Clint"

The shock on his face was priceless. The corners of my mouth twitched up before falling back into an expressionless line. Suddenly my lip began to tremble. My hand flew to my face to hide it.
I looked to Clint and he held his arms open. Quickly I ran into them. My head buried in his chest. His arms rubbed my back.

"Sorry"
I said wiping my face moving away from him

"Don't be sorry Tasha."
He responded smiling beginning to take off his wet jacket.

"What are you doing here anyway?"
He asked
I gulped

"My dad. He got arrested."
I noticed how Clint's face showed a hint of relief but it quickly switched to compassion.

"Oh Tasha"
I looked to my feet.

"Can I stay here for tonight? I'm sorry I know things might still be awkward between us but-"

"Tasha stop. Even though we broke up your still my best friend ok?"
I nodded

"Dinners ready!"

———————

I rolled over opening my eyes a crack. Sighing I pushed the heavy blanket off of me.
My head turned towards the bedroom door as it opened slowly. Eline picked her head in.

"Oh good your up!"
She said clad in a pink apron.
"Breakfast is ready. And after I think you should go see that therapist. "

My lips parted
"How did-"
Her eyes glanced to his card on the bedside table. She left and closed my door giving me my privacy.
Slipping into my now dried clothes I joined breakfast with the Barton's. As I ate Clint stared at me awkwardly and continuously bit his lip, or had his fork in his mouth just a bit too long. Rolling my eyes I said

"If you have something to say to me, say it"
He froze

"What is it?"
I asked

"It's- "

"Don't say nothing because I know it's not nothing"
I crossed my arms now
He put down his fork and ran a hand through his hair.

"Maybe this is a good thing"

"What?"

"Your dad, and his arrest"

"How can you say that? God your just like Steve! What would you do if your mom was arrested?!"

"I get he was all you had- "

"Do you?"

"No. I guess I don't. But Tasha he was-"

"You don't have to tell me"
I scowled taking my plate into the kitchen and placing it in the sink. My elbows rested on the hard counter and I balanced my head on my hands.
I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'm sorry"
Clint's voice said
"I just don't understand how you could want someone like him around, look Tasha he is a terrible man and we had to do something about-"

"You had to do what exactly?"

Shit i heard him mutter
"The boys and I- we called the cops on him"
Tears filled my eyes. I backed away from him, my blood boiled with rage.

"That wasn't your call to make"
I whispered

"What he was doing is wrong! As your friends we had to protect- "

"Enough! This isn't grade four Clint! You can't just tattletale on whoever you want and not expect consequences! If you were really my friend you would have let me deal with this"
Turning around i ran to the door.

"Tash come back! We did it for your own good"
My hand found the doorknob, I yanked it open and slammed it closed.

I now sat in a park. The bench was next to a big tree that Clint and I used to climb, I frowned at that memory now. He broke my trust, fuck he practically tore it up and lit it on fire.

The laughter of children filled my ears, I let out a heavy breath at the fact that I've never had a life like this. Well not one I could remember anyway.
I found myself fumbling around in my pocket and pulling out the business card. I got on a bus.
When I got off the rest of the walk was fairly short. Double checking the address on the card and the building stood in front of I went in. The building itself was amazing. It was mostly all glass in the outside. It wasn't that big maybe 5 stories but it stood out among the others it was surrounded by. Looking on the inside it wasn't much. A vending machine, a pharmacy.
I walked to a big plate on the wall that looked mildly helpful.
Floor 1- dr. Reynolds
Floor 2- dr. Thomas
Floor 3- dr. Coulson
Floor 4- dr. Sinclair
Floor 5- dr. Singh
Heading to the elevator I pressed the third floor.
I was thankful to get out when I arrived on the right floor, the sounds coming from the elevator wasn't exactly calming.
I walked down a hallway, wooden doors lined the walls and confusion wracked my mind.
Suddenly I had to jump out of the way as a door swung open almost hitting me.

"Oh my I'm so sorry!"
A woman said
Exuding herself she walked past me.

"Natasha?"
I looked into the room

"Hey Phil."

"Come on in"
I nodded and closed the door behind me

"Take a seat."

"I'm surprised you came to see me so fast"
He admitted after a moment. I shifted uncomfortably in the red chair.

"It's ok you don't have to respond to that."
He smiled

"I just- I need someone to talk too"

"I see."

"No one understands what I'm going through"

"Well that's what I'm here for. Help me understand what your going through."
He said folding his hands
My hand found the hem of my shirt, I played with it nervously.

"We'll start simple how about that? Do you have any friends?"
I nodded

"Yeah a few and a boyfriend"
I added

"And they're the ones who don't understand?"

"Yeah. I get they're trying to help but they make it worse"

"Why?"

"Well for starters they called the police on my dad!"

"Would you have?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you ever consider it yourself?"

"Maybe once or twice. But I never did it."

"Because?"
I stayed quite.

"Ok. That's ok. It's progress"
He then opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of papers.

"I can see your done talking so how about I talk? We need to start thinking of foster care."

"I can handle myself"
Defensively I crossed my leg over the other.

"Your underage. You can't live on your own"
I slouched in my chair groaning.

"I have some possible candidates if you'd like to take a look?"
He handed me the file.

1. Karen Jeffords