Ok! First of all, this is my first fanfic about this pair so be gentle guys! Second, I'm from Brazil, therefore my native language is not English so you'll have to bear with me! And third, I'm not familiar with Hawkeye's and Black Widow's backstories so I'm basically making stuff up! I hope you enjoy it! Here we go:

Chapter 1:

Sweat was dripping from his face. Standing in front of a bomb about to explode wasn't exactly the definition of a comfortable situation. But he was used to uncomfortable situations. In fact, he liked them. That was why he did what he did. The idea of imminent death didn't scare him. The idea of death at all never had much effect on him and maybe, for that reason, he was the only one still in the building after he and his team received orders to abort the mission. He hated aborted missions. He was paid to accomplish them, not to abort them. So, there he was, staring at the little device that could end his life in less than two minutes.

For any other NSA agent, facing a time bomb without any sort of protection was a last resource; an extreme measure taken only when everything else had failed. For Clint Barton, however, it was an opportunity to have some fun. In the Agency, they were taught how to disarm all types of explosives and that particular one he knew very well but it was also the complicated type.

The top agents were able to deactivate it in three minutes and if Barton was one of the top agents, he would be dead by now. But he wasn't. He was better than the top agents; he was more prepared, more skilled, more deadly and, of course, faster. He had managed to defuse that kind of bomb in one minute and forty five seconds once, nearly breaking the record still held by a crazy Italian guy who did it in 1:39s. The bomb was still ticking and he had to be fast. The fastest this time around if he wanted to be alive by the end of the day. He was about to give the Italian a run for his money.

- One minute and thirty two seconds? Come on, man! Are you serious?

- No way had you just beaten Rizzo!

- You're so full of shit!

Clint Barton was now back to the NSA headquarters and being interrogated by the members of his team all at once.

- Hol' up, hol' up! Let Barton talk! said Ryan, one of the agents in the team and Clint's best friend.

- I had exactly one minute and thirty five seconds to defuse the bomb so if I hadn't done it in less than that I probably wouldn't be here right now. Besides, I hate aborted missions.

If anybody else had just claimed they had defused a T-47 bomb in one minute and thirty two seconds, the four men standing in the room would've laughed their asses off and call them a big fat liar. But that person just happened to be Clint Barton who, in everybody's eyes, was the closest to a superhero the Agency had ever had.

- I don't know if I ever told you that but you're fucking crazy! You knew that, right? But you're also my hero!

Barton couldn't help but smile a little at that comment as he was being congratulated by the others

- I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Barton! said Torres before heading off to the gym following the rest of the men.

Now that the congratulation session was over the room had been left empty except for Barton himself and Ryan. After a long while without a word from any of them, Ryan decided to break the silence:

- You could've gotten yourself killed.

Clint, who was organizing some papers for the debriefing about his latest mission, just looked up at him:

- I always can get myself killed. That's what we do.

- You know what I meant. said the other agent with a lower tone.

And Barton knew exactly what he meant. Of course, every agent had to put their lives in risk one occasion or the other; when the time really called for it. That was part of the job. Clint Barton, however, was doing it on a daily basis, sometimes just for fun. He couldn't help it though. That was him. Married to the job. Ready to do whatever it took to complete the mission he had been assigned to.

- I prevented a pretty ugly explosion back there, did you know that?

- There was nobody around in at least one mile radius from the location of the bomb! Our men managed to evacuate everybody in time which you probably already knew. Ryan raised his voice as he continued:

- You only did it for the thrill! For a stupid record! That's what you always do! You put yourself in these impossible situations only to get out of them so you can prove just how good you are! You don't care about anything but yourself and the mission!

Barton was just listening at this point. He couldn't say anything against his friend's accusations because they were all true. Finally, before stepping out of the room for good, Ryan said with a calmer voice:

- You know, I just hope one day you can find a better reason to live for.

The agent violently shut the door behind him and left Clint staring at the floor.

This first chapter is short only to see if I have positive reactions from you guys. The whole story is already planned out so if you want me to continue, please review! Tchau!