Disclaimer - I do not own Marvel or The Avengers. If I did, Hawkeye and Black Widow would have a movie about Budapest. :)
There were very few things Clint Barton liked more than his bow and arrows. But, he wasn't sure if his fellow agent Natasha Romanoff was one of those things.
Sometimes he wasn't sure how he felt about her. He knew at one point and time he had felt more towards her than just a friend. But now there was the girl at the cafe downtown to think about, as he had developed a crush on her soon after meeting her.
Her auburn curls were similar to his friend's, albeit slightly darker. Unlike Natasha's green ones, her eyes were the color of a stormy sky. Her height was laughable compared to his agent friend's. She stood at 5'1 compared to Natasha's 5'11. But if there was one thing he loved more than anything else in the entire world, it was her innocent personality.
She never pried to why he came for coffee with bruises littering his skin; so in turn he never questioned why she was so quiet and timid. In fact it was almost painful for him to see how trusting she was. Clint had seen her walking to her apartment alone in the dark and had offered her a ride home. She had agreed without any complaints; not even worried in the slightest about her safety.
If it had been Natasha, she might have knocked him unconscious and dragged him to an abandoned warehouse for questioning.
Not only that, but she even dressed differently than his other red headed companion. There was an extreme contrast between Natasha's cat suit and cleavage baring dresses than the floral dresses and cardigans he constantly saw her in.
He didn't know who he liked more though, Natasha was the safe option. She knew what he did and had done. But the girl, Lacey, did not.
She was pure and innocent. He was not. Especially since Loki had gotten a hold of him. She was the one thing that the evil Asgardian hadn't corrupted.
But didn't he still deserve happiness?