BE THERE FOR ME

Hi guys. I'm back with a new story. It is a continuation from 'Just for Me', so no Avengers yet, but I had great time writing that one. The reviews and favs were so kind and I feel I want to share more with all of you.

Hope you guys enjoyed this one too. As usual reviews were like coffee…the more you drink it the more you love it…well to me at least.

Usual disclaimers still stands. Thank you to Marvels still stands. Mistakes are still mine.

Yup…so lets us go straight to the story….

CHAPTER 1- Return.

Whooshhh….Thwakk..

Whooshhh..Thwakk..

Clint was glad that Medical had cleared him this morning. They certainly hold off quite longer than he had expected. Coulson had been monitoring him like a hawk.

More like a mother hawk..Clint smiled remembering the incident when he tried to get into the archery range last week.

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He was about to punch in the last digit of his code for the range, when he heard a voice behind him.

'What are you doing here?' The low rumble of the tone startled Clint.

'How the hell did he do that? Clint was not amused when someone else other than the Black Widow could jump him like that.

'Hi ,Coulson. Are you on your way to a meeting with the Director', Clint tried to force a smile on his face when he turn around and faced his handler.

Coulson, ever in his suit, had his hand folded on his chest and regarded Clint behind his shades.

Why is he wearing his shades inside? It's not even that bright, Clint thought.

'That does not answer my question, Agent Barton. What are you doing here?' Coulson took a step forward and Clint, surprisingly, took a step back.

'I'm just testing er..whether my clearance code is still working. You know…I haven't visited the range for quite some time.' Clint knew that was lame but he just couldn't lie properly to save his life at the moment, especially when Coulson was standing there looking at him behind his shades. He started to fidget when Coulson didn't say anything.

He took off his shades and stared at Clint. 'So, is it?' Coulson asked him after a pause.

'Huh?' Clint blinked.

'The code, Agent Barton. Does it still works?' His lips quirked when he saw Hawkeye fidgeting like a teenager who got caught climbing out a window for a party …or something.

'Oh…I.. I..have not entered the last digit, Sir.' Clint raised his finger to the keypad while still looking at Coulson. He was unsure whether his finger is safe to punch the last digit. He swallowed and smiled at Coulson.

He pressed the number and the door swooshed open.

This is awkward…Clint dropped his hand and clasped behind him.

'Hey ..It worked. Awesome ' Totally insufferable awkward situation. Bleerrkkk….

Coulson had not even moved or blinked an eye at his awkwardness, so Clint just stood there unsure what his next move is.

'Well in that case, Agent, I think you have nothing to worry about when the next time you punched in your clearance code after Medical had cleared you, right?' Coulson placed his shades back to cover his eyes and stood there waiting for Clint's next move.

'Yeah.. yeah. Absolutely. Well…I better get going, huh? Need to rest my shoulder, right?. Just what the Medical advised.' Clint took several steps backwards from Coulson who was still looking at him intently, behind his shades.

He was just about to walk into the elevator when Coulson said, 'Make sure you do just that, Hawkeye'

Clint heard Coulson's chuckle as the door closed on him.

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Whoosh…Thwakkk

It felt good to finally able to fire up his bow. The shoulder only pulled a little tight when he started but now he felt whole. He stayed in the range until it is time for lunch. He had promised Natasha to meet her at her apartment this evening for a proper dinner in a restaurant this time. And he is going to order that steak with all the dressing and later for the ice cream down the street for good 'ol dessert smacking.

Thwakkkk…..

Natasha looked at the mirror reflecting her image. The person that looked back at her was smiling and happy. She had civilian clothes on and not the cat suit that clung to her and transformed her to the Black Widow. She turned and fingered the emerald earrings that accentuate the color of her eyes.

She found the box containing the earrings on her table in her SHIELD's room before lunch today. She knew it was from Clint. Who else can break into her room and leave the box there. She smiled at The Hawk's attempt to ask her out for dinner that morning. She let him suffered for a few moments before telling him to pick her up at 7 sharp, her place. She wished she had a camera with her to snap his expression of total shock before recovering, stuttering again, saying he'll be there.

His smile was blinding after the awkward moments and he was bouncing on his heels when he walked away.

Natasha thought back the incident that happened 3 weeks ago. She had almost lost Clint to a sniper during his recon mission earlier. She remembered the dinner they had before he left for his mission.

A bowl of chicken soup and a glass of soda.

And he didn't even have the chance to finish his soup…. and it almost became his last meal.

Natasha remembered Coulson's words when she was stopped from seeing Clint who was bleeding on the floor of the quintjet.

'Clint was shot on his chest near the shoulder. The left shoulder. It was a long range calibre. Clint suspected a sniper. He was shot while waiting for evac. He had chosen a secured area for the extraction point, Natasha.'

The days waiting for him to wake up were a torture. But when he did open those eyes, Natasha was relieved and promised herself that whoever responsible for this will pay. Coulson came to Clint's room later that day while he was asleep and informed her that they have found the leak and the information was in the folder in her room. He also told her that Director Fury had allowed her a few days of leave to -'recuperate herself' – Coulson had emphasized on those two words with a hard stare – and then left without saying anything else.

Natasha just stared at Clint, took his hands and kissed his forehead and left the room.

The medical staff didn't see her for another three days. They assumed that she went for a mission and was relieved that Agent Barton was still heavily drugged to be asking for his partner during that time.

Natasha smiled at that. Mission accomplished.

She heard a knock on her apartment's door and turned on her heels to open the door.

All is well and it is time to have a wonderful dinner with a…. friend….

Yeah right. Keep on thinking that Natasha.

She grabbed the handle and opened to door to her …..friend.

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Thank you for reading and stay happy uols!

Shila1378