ONLY FOR YOU- shila 1378
CHAPTER 1
A bowl of chicken soup and a glass of soda.
That was his last meal with Natasha on….he can't remember when they had that meal. Maybe a couple of days ago, 3 days the most. Hawkeye mused as he chewed his energy bar ration while waiting for Coulson and the extraction team to arrive and pick him up. He was sitting amongst a shrouded growth on a small outcropped by low growth and rock formation. In front of him about 100 meters was a small clearing, enough for the quint jet to drop a rope and he could be hoisted up. All around him was rock and trees lining surrounding the extraction site.
He smiled when he remember his conversation with Natasha in SHIELD mess hall that night.
'Come on Nat, let's go out and go get ourselves a real meal. I'm dying for steak'. Natasha 'Black Widow' Romanoff just walked ahead of her partner completely ignoring his whining.
'Are you still angry with me, Nat? I said I was sorry', Hawkeye Clint Barton jogging to catch up with her.
Natasha ignored him and walked into the Mess Hall. There was no one at the moment considering it was well over supper time. The cook looked up from his counter and winced when he saw who had just came in. The two deadliest super spies and super assassins in SHIELD and maybe the world and he didn't have enough ration to give them. So, he just waited and sees what his fate hold for him tonight.
Natasha walked right to the front and gruffly asked for chicken soup. The Cook blinked once and twice and Natasha glared at him which prompted him to scramble to the kitchen and produce two bowls of ordered soup.
'What would you like for drink, Agents?'. Natasha was about to tell him when a voice from beside her chirped, 'Can we have two sodas, please?' She turned to Clint and glared at him. She snatched the bowls and left the counter.
Clint said thanks to the cook who hurriedly when inside the kitchen. Barton chuckled and took the sodas to Natasha who has already digging into her bowl.
'Here you go. Slurp slowly Nat or you might choked on it', Clint teased her while putting the can of soda in front of her. He reached over and grab the bowl and sat down.
He slowly spooned the chicken broth while his eyes scanning his partner. Natasha sat silently eating her soup and totally ignored him.
'Nat?', Clint softly called her and put his spoon down. 'I'm leaving in half an hour. I preferred not leaving this unsolved. I know you are angry with me and I know I've promised you that I'm not going to do a solo mission without checking on you first. It's only a two days recon mission, Nat. I'll be back before you know it'. Clint reached over the table for her hand but flinched when Natasha grab his wrist and twist it.
'Nat! Careful. That's my trigger hand. Ow oww…!' Clint yelped while Natasha held the wrist tightly.
'You remember the promise, Barton? Well, I thought you have forgotten.' Natasha said sweetly while twisting the wrist that caused Clint to stood up from his chair abruptly. The sound of the chair toppled brought the Cook out from his hiding out only to hurriedly return to the safe haven of his kitchen.
'Nat, please..' his fingers had started to tingle and he's pretty sure that the wrist will be sore for a few days.
'What? It's something to remember me by during that long hours lying idly during your recon mission, Barton. Once you get back, we will talk some more', Natasha batted her eyelashes at his pained face. Natasha brought her face closer to him. Clint held his breath and his eyes followed the red luscious lips unblinking. When Natasha was in her seductress mode, no one was safe from her purring, Clint include.
He swallowed hard, the pain in his wrist forgotten. He can only see Natasha smiling and bringing her lips closer and closer, until she released his wrist and slammed his palm on the table that the content of the soup splashed on the table. The pain shot up to his arm and snapped his eyes open. He didn't even realize that he had his eyes closed.
'Oww…', he groaned slowly. It was not the pain that elicited the response and Natasha knew it. She smiled and said, 'You're going to miss your flight, Barton. You had better hurried up'. With that she stood and sauntered out the mess hall without a backward glance to the still gaping Hawkeye.
Clint was still smiling remembering the way Natasha hips swayed and the sweet low laughter that echoed his partner exit. His eyes crinkled at the corner and the warmth feeling flowed to his face.
The comfort and warmth the memory brought were shattered when he felt a jolting and excruciating pain on his chest. The bar ration slipped from his hands. The taste lost to him only to be replaced by a rusted taste that left him breathless.
He looked down to his chest and the red that covered his left chest held so much fascination that reminded him of a one particular red haired tigress that would definitely kicked his ass for being late coming home.
Well, at least I'm going home in one way or the other, he mused while his mind went blank for a while. Hawkeye then realized that he needed to get more coverage. Whoever shot him, had managed to do so from a very small opening.
The guy must be very good or he was very very lucky. Clint let his body slide further down the bushes for cover and trying to breathe.