A/n: So it feels so good to be back! It's been a while but here's a Clintasha oneshot based on the theory that Clint's family was formed after his mind couldn't repair the damage Loki had done. Please feel free to review! It would be so helpful 3
As Clint stared into the distance from the roof of the newly founded Avengers facility, he could only think of Laura. Who was she? Everyone said she was his wife but it didn't feel like it. The way she was distant from him disturbed him a little. As far as Clint was concerned, it had been him and Nat for as long as he could remember. And just when he'd finally get over it, he'd bring it back up in his mind again. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and he looked down, imaging the arms to be Tony's or Steve's. He snorted, making the arms squeeze him tighter and the archer smiled.
"What's so funny?" Natasha asked with a smile, resting her head on his back as she held onto him. She loved the feel of the firm Avenger under her arms and she was pretty sure that he loved it too.
"Nothing." He smiled, and laid his hands upon hers, the two of them just staying like that for a while as more lights flared up beautifully in the darkness of the city. Clint watched them in fascination. The ways the lights lit up in the horizon made the world seem less dangerous than it was. Clint Barton may have been an Avenger, someone to protect humanity, but he was still afraid of the dark. 'Only a little' he'd argue anytime someone brought it up. Natasha would argue that it was the unknown he was afraid of, not the dark.
"It's getting cold… you sure you don't want to go inside Clint?" Nat offered, her body not moving from its position of being coiled around her partner's body with her head resting on his shoulder. She was his literal devil on the shoulder. As close as the pair were, it was hard to judge the emotions of the archer from behind. However, the heavy breath that he let out prompted Natasha to move her hands so they were holding hands in the strange position that they were in. "We don't have to." She reminded him, gently pressed her lips to the side of his neck before settling back into their position. Natasha didn't mind the cold, it was a climate she had trained in so much she didn't notice the drop of the temperature as much as other people did. Clint's mind seemed to be turning more than usual and Natasha could sense his discomfort. In a second, she had her arms tighter around him and he seemed to appreciate the comfort she was giving him. That was a start.
"Nope, I'm cold." The archer grumbled, making a smile appear on the redhead's face.
"I can feel you're cold." She muttered into his ear and let go of his body, carefully standing up behind him and moved back, ensuring he had enough room to get himself back onto the roof safely. Of course, safety wasn't the archer's biggest issue. His so called 'family' was at the moment.