( Natasha gave a low growl as he grabbed her leg, knowing what was coming. This was the problem of fighting Clint. He knew her moves as well as she knew his, and it often ended in a standstill. She knew that, if she really tried, she could take him down easily. But that meant risking permanent damage and she refused to consider that. No, she'd just bide her time until she could manage a good blow to his head. When he moved to punch her, she twisted out of the way, using his grip on her leg to pull herself up and wrap both legs around his throat. The rush of the fight was beginning to hit her, as it always did, but her concern for Clint and her need to bring him back to himself still outweighed anything else. )
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