I thought while I was listening to Someone Like You by Adele that l should write this, yay my first Clintasha fanfic! I don't own Adele, her songs, or Marvel, although I want to.
It had been years since Natasha had broken up with Clint, so why did it still hurt. Natasha, thought about this every day, but when she got an invitation to a party for Clint and his wife's anniversary, the pain reappeared like an opened sore, she tore up the envelope, with the letter inside. It hurt her that she had given up him, not that she would ever admit it to him.
"Clint, I love you but, I think we should break up" she said.
"What?" he replied "Natasha I love you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, please".
"No, Clint I just don't feel a spark anymore between us" she said and turned to leave.
"Natasha!" he raised his voice a little, he grabbed her arm "Natasha, I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset you, but please, don't leave me".
"Goodbye Clint" she tried to take her arm away from him, but he wouldn't let go. "Clint, let go of me"
"No, I will not let you go, not ever" he said, angry and through his teeth. He pushed her up against the wall, and had his arm up to her neck, she couldn't breathe.
"Clint, I- I ca-nt bre-athe" she said slowly and trying to breathe, he still stared at her with a very hard death glare, and was fuming only inches from her face.
The rest of the avengers burst open the door, and it fell to the side of the door frame, completely off the hinges.
"We heard shouting is everything..." Tony rushed but stopped when he saw them "CLINT!" he yelled.
Clint did not respond.
"CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON LET GO OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW!" Tony SCREAMED.
Clint stepped away, like as if awakening from a trance, he was shocked after he saw what he had done.
Natasha fell to the ground and propped herself up with one hand against the wall and one to her neck.
"Clint" she said threateningly "we, us, whatever we are, we're done" she said and took a deep breath ,stood up, and stormed out of the room. She gathered her things in a suitcase and left, she never saw him again, and she regretted that.
Natasha picked up her Ipod and started listening to a song. It had started to rain, and her along with it, her eyes, her stormy gray eyes started to pour. If looks could kill, she would have looked in her mirror in an instant, but they don't she knew that. That's why she moved out to New Mexico, so she never had to see herself, in Clint's eyes again.
Then she heard a knock at the door.
ALERT ALERT THIS IS NOT A ONE-SHOT! l promise to post more chapters before Tuesday, but I had to leave a cliffhanger, of course i did right, maybe I'll post one tomorrow