Got the idea while watching The Last Song during the part where Ronnie and Will are singing in the truck. Pretty OOC, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
"And she will be loved, she will be loved—"
I wake up clutching the sheets, my thoughts murky, my heart beating erratically in my chest. My dream had taken an odd spin.
It had started the same way most of my dreams began—with me torturing Natasha. I spilled her blood across the cold floor, cut blades through her skin...and then suddenly the singing began. Sickly sweet and eerie, distinctly female, and ever so familiar.
I roll over; my legs tangled in sheets, and realize how cold the bed is. With a bolt of awareness, I realize Natasha isn't with me. I glance around quickly, sure that she had crept into my room last night.
"Clint?" Her head peered into my dark room, and I craned my neck to look at her. She stepped inside, showcasing her lack of bedclothes. She just wore a large black t-shirt that hung to the middle of her thighs.
"Come on, Nat," I mumbled, and made room for her beside me. She padded over and sank into the bed, curled her arms around my bare chest and dragged one of her smooth legs over my own.
"G'night," she whispered.
I'm brought back into focus by singing.
"Tap on my window, knock on my door, I, want to make you feel beautiful—"
I creep out of bed and towards the closed bathroom door. Steam is rolling out from the bottom crack, the familiar sound of water rushing. Slowly, I creak open the door, and my guesses are confirmed.
The Black Widow is singing in the shower.
I lean against the sink for a minute, listening to her sing, and watching her curved silhouette on the shower curtain.
"I know I tend to get so insecure, doesn't matter anymore—"
"ANYMORE!" I yell in reply. I watch her outline tense, and her singing cuts off abruptly. Then her head is peeking out from the side of the curtain, red hair dripping water.
"What the hell, Clint?" she demands.
I grin at her, and take a step closer. "It's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along!"
She groans, and disappears behind the shower curtain again.
"My heart is full and my door's always open, you come anytime you want!" I continue.
"Shut up!" is her reply. Laughter escapes me, and I hear her turn off the water.
"SHE WIILLL BE LOVED!" The towel slides into the shower, and she brushes past the curtain. She's charging me now, damp and dripping water, covered only in a blue towel. Under different circumstances, I would've enjoyed this, but as she swung a fist at me, my only concern was getting the hell out of the bathroom. Dodging her first blow, I clutch my stomach with laughter, and run out of the bathroom.
"SHE WILLLL BE LOVED!"
"Wipe that grin off your face!" she hissed.
I make my way to the door and throw it open. She's hot on my trail, but the sight of Bruce and Tony in the hallway stops her. They stare at her in surprise.
"Stay out!" she shrieks and slams the door.
I slide to the ground, wracked with tear-jerking laughter. Tony crosses his arms.
"What the hell were you two doing in there?" he demands.
I snort happily. "Singing,"
He exchanges a confused glance with Bruce.
"SHE WILLLL BE LOVED!" I shout, "SHE WILLL BE LOVED!"
Something crashes against the other side of the door, and Nat's voice yells, "Shut up, Barton, and go make me some coffee!"
I chuckle and get to my feet. As I head down the hall towards the kitchen, I realize that I'm humming under my breath.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while...
Reviews are appreciated! Thanks to everyone who read my other Avengers fanfic "Errands".
- aphroditesgurl