A/N: Hey y'all! So, here's a story I wrote over the weekend while I was in Nevada, while four wheeling might I add, anywho, enjoy! Takes place shortly after the battle of manhattan!
Clint found Natasha sitting up on the edge of the balcony in her bedroom, her red hair was blowing in the cool breeze, the full moon illuminated her pale skin. She was clutching the railing as if her life depended on it, her knuckles were more white then they normally were.
"Nat?" Clint asked, coming up right next to her.
The redhead didn't answer him, only stared off into the distance.
"Natasha? Earth to Romanoff?" The archer asked, waving his hand infront of her face, only for the assassin to grab his hand, so hard she could have broken it.
"Why?" She asked, her emerald green eyes boring into Clint's blue ones.
"Well, you were staring off into space, so I figured_" He started, only for her to cut him off.
"No, why didn't you kill me five years ago?" She asked, and for awhile, he didn't know what to say.
"What do you mean?"
"You know full well what I mean Barton. Why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" She asked again, turning around and walking back into the room, Clint hot on her heels.
"I didn't kill you because I saw how beautiful you were. You made a lot of mistakes, but that didn't mean you deserved to die. I saw your fiery spirit, your personality, your attitude, but most importantly..." He trailed off, tilting Natasha's head up, and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her firmly but passionately, before pulling away.
"Most importantly, I fell in love with you." He added.
Natasha said nothing, except for three words Clint had been dying to hear for more than five years.
"I love you"
A/N: Let me know what y'all think! Please review :)