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Searing pain shot through me as a crumbled to the ground. It's been a long time since I have felt pain like this.

"Nat!" I heard Clint shout in a distance. Was he really that far away. Black dots began to fill my vision.

Clint kneeled next to. "Come on Nat, stay with me. I need you to stay awake."

"...shot," I managed to mutter. I was so sleepy. I just wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep.

"Left shoulder Tasha. I don't know what to do. What do I do Tasha?" Clint rambled. His panicked face terrified me. Was it really that bad?

I tried to get up. I had to keep on fighting. Shots were still being fired. Clint just pushed me down. "Stay down Nat. You're only going to make it worse. Fury us sending someone."

I was going to last that long. I wasn't stupid. The only reason Clint would be so panicked was if someone took a kill shot. I was going to die right here, next to Clint.

At least I wiped some red off my ledger.

"Clint..." I croaked. "I won't make it. Complete a mission." He had to complete it. Agents die everyday. I'm no exception.

"No," he stated firmly. Even now he's stubborn as a bull. He really needed to learn when to shut up and listen.

"Clint now," I ordered. My dizziness wasn't helping one bit. I'm pretty sure I looked like an overdosed junkie right now.

"Why did you take that bullet for me Nat? It should've been me. It was meant for me." Clint asked angrily.

"You have a life to live," I managed to get out. Why was he making me talk so much? Better yet, why was he still here? He should be at the extraction point right now getting the thumb drive to Fury. Fury ordered that no matter what happened, we had to get the drive to him. Why wasn't Clint listening?

"Clint go!" I ordered.

"Nat, you're in no position to tell me what to do."

"Fury..."

"Fury can wait Nat, you can't."

I could feel my blood reaching my neck. I lifted my hand to touch it. The thick liquid coated my fingertips red.

It wasn't the first time I had seen my own blood, but it was the first time I had seen so much I it. I'm surprised I hadn't blacked out yet. This was too much blood. I shouldn't be able to survive all this blood loss.

I tried pushing Clint away. Instead he just grabbed my hands and held on to them. Bullets were still being fired at us. Clint just ignored them. He just held onto me.

I could feel myself losing everything. My strenght. My life. My love.

After all these years, never once did I ever think that I would go out like this. That I would lose myself to a bullet. Never once did I think that I would die with someone beside me. Holding onto me. Never once did I think that I would value someone else's life over mine. After all, love is for children.

I was so tired. I closed my eyes for a second. Just for a second. That's all I needed.

"No Tasha, stay awake. Please stay awake," he said lightly tapping my cheek. When I opened my eyes, I could see tears in Clint's eyes. Not once, of all these years of working with him, did I ever think that I would see him crying. "Please Tasha, I just need to see your beautiful eyes. Keep them open for me. Please." He was begging. Begging for me to hold on.

But I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep. I closed my eyes again. Clint tapped my cheek again and begged me to open my eyes. My eyes fluttered open once again. I could see all the love he carried around for me. Hoping one day he could prove to me that love was not for children. But, that day was never going to come.

With all the strenght I had left, I managed to get my hand to lay on top of Clint's and I said three words I never thought I would say to anyone: "I love you."

With that I fell into my endless slumber. Never to wake up again.

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