Natasha Romanoff sat by Clint Barton's side. As she thought of the past few days she realised just how different the events had been. Normally all she had to think about was how to kill the bad guy, up until half an hour ago her partner was the bad guy. Then again his mind was taken over by an insane demi-god out for revenge, this was not a normal assignment.
The Black Widow looked upon the unconscious face of Hawkeye. He looked so innocent, as if everything that had just happened had been wiped clean away. She didn't realise how long she had been staring until he started to stir.
At first his eyes moved erratically beneath the lids before bursting open in a panic. It was only a few minutes until Barton knew where his was and at least partially relaxed. He looked around the small room until he saw her, his spider, and relaxed further. He was back. The eerie blue glow in his eyes replaced by the usual stormy grey. She allowed herself to smile. Her hawk was home.
Clint Barton woke with a jolt, on alert. It took him only a short time to realise he was on the Hellicarrier. He looked round the room for danger, Loki could still be around, but stopped as soon as he saw red glistening in the sunlight. Natasha. She was alright, he didn't hurt her. She smiled, the simple act of emotion lit up her entire face, making her look even more beautiful. Now he was ready to take out the evil manipulator who took over his mind. The one who tried to make him kill his own partner. Hawkeye was back.