A/N: Prompt/oneshot number two is who knows me best? It'll be from Natasha's point of view and hopefully it'll be better than yesterday's xD I'm thinking it will probably only be a drabbleish sort of piece. Hope you enjoy :D
Who Knows Me Best?
Natasha sat in her room, pondering over what Stark had said at dinner. He was talking about how Pepper knew him better than he knew himself. The billionaire could get a little cheesy when it came to Pepper, but she did have to give him props for having a stable relationship with her. Who knew that simple conversation would have this question running through her head hours later? Who knew her best? A much as she hated to admit it, Clint was the obvious answer.
He had been with her through everything. He had been there when she was breaking down from working for the Red Room. He had been there when she had nearly been killed for being brought back to S.H.I.E.L.D. He had been there through every mission, for every tear, and every hardship. Natasha's bright green eyes shifted to a photo on her nightstand. It was of her and Clint.
It was from Budapest and they were posing as tourists. Clint was in a dark red t-shirt and jeans with those silly sunglasses over his eyes. He had an arm slung around Natasha, who was wearing a white blouse and jeans. Both were smiling at the camera. Natasha reached out and picked up the picture, running her hand over the frame and staring at it.
With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes. It was that night that she had told him everything. They each had their own perspectives on that night, which was why they saw it very differently. For her, it was the night she finally let go of her past altogether. Although it occasionally popped up every now and then, she had mostly let it all go. For Clint, it was the night his partner finally trusted him enough with her secrets.
Clint knew what her favorite kind of food was. He knew her shoe size. He knew her favorite color. And above all the frivolous things, he knew all about her past. He knew everything about the Red Room. He knew all about the Hospital Fire. He even knew why she was afraid of falling in love. He knew her better than she knew herself. It was Clinton Francis Barton that knew her best, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
A/N: Definitely a drabble opposed to a oneshot, lol. I've never been really good at writing a long oneshot, so I'm either good at drabbles or stories xD Hopefully this one was better than yesterday's. Hope you liked :D
Mo
