[She doesn't move, sitting there unnaturally still until her free hand slid up Clint's arm to his shoulder. She squeezed softly, but with a firm strength that she just shouldn't have had. It wasn't often that she wanted to emphasize her spiritual side, but it might be what he needed to feel. A gentler sort of god.]
You aren't like him. You aren't like your brother. If even half of the things you've told me about them are any indication, you never were.
[She pulls him closer, her forehead meeting his.]
He doesn't know everything about you. He only acts like it. It's part of being a trickster. But he has no power over you now. If he tried that again, I swear on my soul I'd free you, and take it out of his hide. There may be wounds there, but with time and a chance they will heal.
[She takes in a long breath, taking in his essence. She spoke once more, her voice ringing with authority and clarity.]
And I mean to give you that chance. I care for you, despite your past. Your friends do too. It might not mean much but, Clint Barton, I name you my Champion. I can think of no-one finer, in all of my days, to take that role.
[Action] January 9th, after Loki
You aren't like him. You aren't like your brother. If even half of the things you've told me about them are any indication, you never were.
[She pulls him closer, her forehead meeting his.]
He doesn't know everything about you. He only acts like it. It's part of being a trickster. But he has no power over you now. If he tried that again, I swear on my soul I'd free you, and take it out of his hide. There may be wounds there, but with time and a chance they will heal.
[She takes in a long breath, taking in his essence. She spoke once more, her voice ringing with authority and clarity.]
And I mean to give you that chance. I care for you, despite your past. Your friends do too. It might not mean much but, Clint Barton, I name you my Champion. I can think of no-one finer, in all of my days, to take that role.