Hallo there, lovely reader! I just had this stuck in my head bothering me, so I had to write it…I saw Avengers and I loved all the UST between Hawkeye and Natasha… they make such a fantastic couple. I ship them so hard :D So if you love Blackhawk, or Blackeye, or Clintasha, or whatever we're calling them, you've come to the right place. It's entirely movieverse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Avengers is the baby of the lovely genius Joss Whedon and a variety of other folks. If I owned it, there would be a lot more Blackhawk action going on ;)
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Natasha stood in her room in Avengers Tower and read once more the familiar words on the note she held.
"You're beautiful," It read. "I think I'd do anything for you."
It wasn't signed, of course. Natasha sighed. She knew who she wanted it to be from, but somehow she doubted that he would be so shy as to write an anonymous letter.
She doubted even more that he had any of the feelings for her that might prompt something like this.
Nonetheless she rubbed the worn note between her fingers again and smiled. It had arrived under her door one night shortly after she had arrived, and she had found it when she woke the next morning. She hadn't tried to figure out who the note was from – yet – simply because she liked the tiny piece of hope she could hold onto as long as she did not know who the true sender was. She folded it once more and tucked it into her shirt (as all women know, a bra is a most convenient pocket). She looked up as someone tapped on her door.
"Come in," she called, already knowing who it was. Only Clint knocked in that exact pattern – 3 hard knocks, a soft one, and hard twice more. She recognized his footsteps, too – they had been partners for so long that they knew everything about each other. Well, mostly.
Clint entered, looking around. "Hey, Tasha." She smiled at the nickname. Anyone else would have been flat out on the floor by now for calling her something other than "Natasha" or "Agent Romanoff," but when Clint used the pet name it made her heart speed up a bit and she had to control her breathing so it didn't give her away.
"What is it?" she asked, curious. Clint didn't usually show up in her room for no reason.
"Stark wants a team meeting. Again. Honestly, the man can't go three days without finding something he has to tell all of us all at once. It's absurd." Clint ran his fingers through his hair, a bit agitated. Actually, that hadn't been why he'd come to see Natasha, although Stark had indeed called the meeting. He'd wanted to talk to Nat about… well, he actually wasn't quite sure himself. He didn't want to tell her he had sent that note, that was definite. In fact, he had no idea if she had even gotten it. But still, he had no idea exactly what he wanted to say.
She sighed. "Why did we agree to all move in here again?" He laughed. They and the other Avengers had agreed to move into the renamed Avengers Tower several months ago, but they had only actually been there for about two and a half weeks.
"Peer pressure?" Clint asked, grinning. She smiled. He had come to be near her, but he didn't know why she had agreed to it. In any case, he was so glad she had.
"We better get going, then." She reached to grab her phone from her bra, but as she did the note fell out with it. It fluttered to the floor between their feet. She stooped down to pick it up quickly, but not before he saw his own scrawl on the outside – her name. His breath caught. It was the note. He had to cover, though.
"What's that?"
"Um, nothing…" A light blush suffused her cheeks, and Clint grinned. He could make the mighty Black Widow blush! He resolved to send her more notes. Maybe some poetry.
"Doesn't look like nothing," he said. "You look like you're pretty fond of that piece of paper."
"Shut it, Clint."
"Ooh, feisty." He grinned. Yes, poetry would be perfect….