One kiss was all it took for their walls to come crumbling down. Two of the finest agents in SHIELD at their most vulnerable.
Neither of them expected it to happen quite like this. To be honest it scared the shit out of both of them. Being with SHIELD neither of them had time to go out and find someone, and even then, what could they tell them?
But there in that clearing, with a nuclear war raging around them, not sure whether they would make it out in time, one kiss was the last thing both of them needed to do.
Clint's hand gently cupped her face and wiped the bloody hair out of Natasha's face and she whimpered slightly, the cut on her forehead burning with pain. She in turn wrapped an arm around Clint's neck, helping to keep them both upright. He deepened the kiss slightly, afraid that if he let her go, she'd be gone forever.
Natasha was in pain, but she would never tell him that, instead she let him hold her tighter than before, relishing in his taste and smell. Clint Barton, the man she grew to love, her saviour.
Clint broke the kiss only to see Natasha's eyes still closed.
"Nat? Nat?" he asked with panic in his voice. He looked at his assassins face and terror washed over him.
"Mm" she murmured, her head falling back.
"No! You stay with me! You hear? Stay with me Nat…help is coming" he gently laid her down on the grass and wiped the blood off of her forehead. She went silent. Clint panicked like he had never panicked before. He pulled the red headed assassin into his arms and cried.
Natasha could hear him but couldn't see him. And she wanted to see him. So badly. She wanted to open her eyes and see him smiling, but her body had betrayed her. She heard him sobbing.
"Natasha Romanoff… you weren't supposed to die first remember? That was our deal. I die before you. That's the way it has to be. I don't care if I die right beside you right now. I just want you to know that I died protecting you. God Tash! Come on!" he begged. He could see the shallow rise and fall of her chest and he sought some comfort from that but not much. He wanted to grow old with her. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. How would he survive if she died right now?
Natasha couldn't see anything. Every time she tried to open her eyes or move her arm to caress his face, she was overcome by pain. She needed to see his face. To tell him the three words that she knew were his. I love you. The words ran through her mind thousands of times. And he held her…the way he held her made her feel like she was finally at him. She didn't want to die…but it was inevitable.
Clint dabbed at her bleeding head wound before adding more pressure…she was bleeding out faster than he could stop it. The one thing that kept going around in his head; keep her comfortable. Make it easier for her to go. She knows you've done everything possible. He shook the thought out immediately but moved himself into a position so her head was on his chest, with his arms around her.
She was still breathing.