This will be part of a longer story but I just wanted to test the waters - most of it is written so expect updates weekly. Hope you like it! I don't own the Avengers but I ship Clint and Natasha so much!
Hold still," she said through gritted teeth as she pulled the thread tight. He shifted as her fingers brushed his side where she was stitching up the wound, "what's the matter, can't handle the pain?"
He looked back at her, green eyes meeting grey, a smile crinkled around them.
"Don't tell me you're ticklish there?"
"So what," He smirked, then added slyly. "I know where you're ticklish."
She looked at him, stopping her movements. "You do, but no one's supposed to know that."
He leaned back, face close to her, "No one's here." He breathed. His lips met hers in a gentle kiss.
Her green eyes met his as she stared intently at him. "What?" He said, turning around, she touched the purple, green bruise blossoming on his upper chest.
"You scared the shit of me today." She said quietly, looking down at the bruise.
"Aw, is that your way of saying that you care about me?" He teased.
Her face remained serious. "You got shot."
"I was wearing Kevlar, so were you."
"You rushed that guy and got shot and he practically split your back open…"
"And you stitched it up. " He craned his neck to examine the wound, "Looks great by the way."
She remained silent.
"You're doubting this thing."
She looked away," What thing?" she huffed.
"This." He swung fingers back and forth pointing at the two of them. " Your magnetic, animal attraction to me."
She scoffed and pushed away from him but he held her back. "I mean, its okay, everyone will understand. I'm pretty irresistible, the hottest piece of ass at SHIELD," she hit him on the shoulder, "OW! "
"You are a pretty hot piece of ass." She said relaxing into him. He brushed a hair away from her face.
"You're not so bad yourself." He whispered leaning in for another kiss. It was longer and deeper this time, leaving both of them breathless, as they pulled apart.
"We should go hotshot, we have an early extraction tomorrow. And you get to explain why the mark is dead instead of taking an arrow wound to the thigh and living to tell us more about the operation."
He groaned. Complicating missions was something of a specialty for him. Complicating his life was new. Falling for Natasha was a complication. Knowing that she was possibly falling for him was an even bigger complication. But he could deal with complications. Being compromised for it would be the bigger problem. Neither one of them had said it yet, but he rushed the target because the man was going for Natasha. She could have put him down, Clint knew this, but in some bullshit, male chauvinist way he felt that he should be the one to do it. He was actually feeling a little tense about when Natasha would bring this fact up.
She didn't bring it up, not until many days later, after a particularly rough sparring session in which he thought he was being a little too brutal with her. She gave as good as he did and just when he thought he could gain an advantage she slammed him onto the mat so hard the breath was knocked out of him. Natasha climbed on top of him, straddling his torso and brought her face close to his, dusting his lips and whispered, "See, I can take of myself." Then she kissed him hard, and stood up, leaving him gasping on the floor. She smiled as she turned and walked away. In that moment Clint knew he was in love with her.