They say in this business not to get into committed relationships in case one of you get compromised.
But right now that didn't matter, all that mattered was this beautiful red head in bed besides him. His Tasha his lovely Russian assassin who came into his life when Barton brought her in.
Natasha was still resting next to him when he turned and looked at the clock, it read 5oclock in the morning, getting up he walked over to the window and stared out of it images of his nightmare still close to the surface. Hearing movement behind him he turned around, seeing Tasha awake in a pile of covers and pillows her red mane around her like a veil
"Morning," He said in his deep dark voice,
"Good morning love," Tasha voice was quite this time in the morning, "come back to bed we need to get up in a couple of hours, Shield needs there Director Fury," She joked,
"Yes agent Romanoff," Nick Joked back, while getting into the covers.
Natasha moved across the bed to cuddle him, "Whatever you had a nightmare about it wasn't real," she said quietly into his chest,
"Maybe," He whispered closing his eyes and falling asleep,
Tasha would never know he dreamed about her death, like he did most nights but one day his nightmare would come true.