A/N: So, I wanted to write this scene since I saw Natasha's necklace in ca:tws, but I was really worried about them not being in character because I don't know a lot about them and how they interact with each other, but the need to write became too strong, so I had to. I hope they're in character. Anyways, enough of me talking, onto the fic!
disclaimer: I obviously do not own any marvel characters.
Natasha Romanov walked back to her quarters at the S. H. I. E. L. D. Headquarters after her last sparring session for the day ready for a hot shower and a good night's sleep. Two days from now, she and Cap would be heading to save a ship captured by pirates with a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent on board, and Clint would be heading to Germany for a different mission the day after. She threw her towel down next to her bed and was about to hit the shower when she saw an indent in her pillow. Stepping closer, she saw that it was a dark blue box on top of a piece of paper. Gently lifting the box, she flipped open the folded paper underneath. I know you don't care about today, but I do. Happy birthday, Nat. Natasha rolled her eyes. Clint, she thought, a mixture of frustration and fondness accompanying the name. Looking at the note, she heard the door behind her slide open to admit a visitor. Without turning, she said "you know I've never enjoyed my birthday, Clint."
"Did you open the box?"
She sighed at the archer's blatantly ignoring her statement and opened the box. Inside, a delicate silver arrow on a thin chain that glittered in the light sat on a cream pillow.
"Come on, Nat. Not even a little smile?"
She raised her eyebrows. She had never told him why she doesn't celebrate her birthday, and he'd never asked, for which she was grateful. That didn't stop him from trying to force her to celebrate once in a while.
"I wouldn't be able to wear it, Clint. Jewelry is too much of a hazard in the field."
"The chain is shortened, the clasp is breakaway if someone does grab it, and the arrow has a paralyzingly agent in it. Stab that in the shoulder of the nearest attacker, he'll be gone in two seconds."
"Where the hell did you get this? S. H. I. E. L. D. Jared's?"
"I know a guy."
"I'm sure you do," she murmured, fingering the necklace gently.
He put his hand on her shoulder. "May I?"
She nodded and passed the box to him. She turned around, pulling her hair out of the way, and let him clasp the chain around her neck. She turned around to face him.
He smiled. "Beautiful and deadly. Perfect for you."
She smacked his shoulder. "Flatterer."
"I speak nothing but the truth." He pulled her into a hug. This one time, she let him.
"Happy birthday, Natasha Romanov."
A/N: well, I hope y'all enjoyed that! Please remember to review!