It had been a long day. Natasha had just come in from her flight back from Britain. It seemed as if everything went wrong. The ambassador was on leave so she tried to break into his office and got caught which was annoying because that took five minutes out of her schedule. The her flight back was delayed and then the ambassador got off the plane coming in so she had to kill him in a public place within the ten minutes before her flight took off and not get caught. So yeah she was pretty tired. Walking into her floor on Stark Tower she was basically drifting towards her bed. Her legs felt like leaden block dragging along the floor. Suddenly there was no weight on her legs anymore, she looked up to see Clint standing above her. The warmth from his body was… How should she say it….. perfect. Oh she had missed him, though she would never admit it. Clint and her had a strange relationship. It wasn't love. No, definitely not. Love was for children after all. It was more of a mutual trust affectionate relationship they had between them. Clint carried her through to her bedroom in stark towers.

"So how was the mission?" He asked her.

"Easy. But tiring." She whispered as she desperately tried to keep her eyes open. Carefully, placing her down on the bed he tiptoed away

"Night Tash." He said just as he was closing the door. In return he got a small mumble that vaguely sounded like "Night". Clint smirked to himself and crossed through the living room to his own room.

When Natasha woke up the next morning she was utterly confused for a moment as to where she was. At least, that was before she had remembered what had happened last night. Getting up out of bed was a gruesome task. Every last muscle hurt and her head felt as light as a feather. But she managed and stomped her way into the kitchen.

"Morning" Said Clint who was already seated at the breakfast bar which separated the communal lounge area and the kitchen. As Natasha squinted through the blinding rays of the morning sun she plopped down on the sofa

"Make me a coffee?" She asked as she shielded her eyes from the sun.

"Kay." He said not taking his eyes off the hunting magazine he was reading.

"Please?" She said in her baby voice.

"Fine!" Hawkeye said flinging his magazine at her head, which of course hit bulls-eye, at going to make them both coffees. After making her coffee he came to give to her and flopped down on the sofa beside her.

"So what's the plan?" He asked as he took a slurp of coffee. Natasha just gave a shrug while she drank her coffee.

"We could do some stuff in the shooting range." He listed and She gave a mumble in response.

"Or we could go a few rounds, I'm sure that it will make you a lot better when I win." He smirked but he didn't jump when she slammed her mug down on the glass coffee table in the centre of the room

"Not even if I was on the brink of death could you beat me in a fight!" She exclaimed jabbing her finger at his chest. "I am stronger, faster and better than you will ever be, you insignificant mule." Natasha's face was now only a couple of centimetres from his face, so he did the only natural thing. He leant in and kissed her, full on the lips, before springing up.

"How dare you!" She screamed jumping up as well (although she was secretly feeling all warm and fuzzy)

"If you want revenge, then come get me." He managed to say before he skipped into the dojo that Stark had very kindly installed on their floor.

"You had better hope I'm feeling merciful today." She said bounding after him.

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