Natasha was walking around Clint's bed, too nervous to sit down. She was still wearing her uniform although it was covert in dirt and wet spot from all the snow. She could have changed, but she didn't want to leave Clint. It was their first mission since their honeymoon. Natasha thought that it was the universe's old fashioned way of saying "screw you!"
Because Clint had been shot. He had been back from surgery only an hour ago and was still motionless in the hospital bed. Natasha couldn't stop but to feel guilty about this. Discreetly, she looked at her own face in the bathroom's mirror, visible from Clint's chamber. Poker face. Good. Her body language was already speaking too much for her. As this thought crossed her mind, she notices she'd been twisting her fingers and stopped. She went to sit by Clint's side instead.
She sighed and rested her head in her hand. She should have been able to do something. This feeling was new to her. Maybe it was the whole wedding thing… she just felt that she had failed Clint. Of course, he hadn't take that bullet for her – Clint was well aware that if he had, Natasha would have shot him again –, but she felt that somehow, she should have been able to take that bullet for him.
Her eyes were wet and Natasha wiped her cheeks with impatience. As she did, Clint moved. She raised her head quickly. Clint blinked twice, looking extremely confused; he looked around him, seeming to recognize that he was in a hospital. Natasha remembered the doctor's words "The surgery might cause a memory loss, but it'll only be temporary". She gulped.
"Hi", Natasha said.
Clint looked at her with even more confusion.
"Hi", he said with hesitation, "did the hospital send you?"
Natasha blinked really fast.
"No, no, I'm…"
"Are you a model?" interrupted Clint.
Natasha laughed, maybe a little bit sadly.
"I'm your wife", she said smiling.
Clint's eyes widened. Natasha thought for a second she had scared him but Clint started laughing.
"My wife?" he said. "Oh my god I hit the jackpot!"
Natasha laughed again, with no sadness then, and put her hand on his cheek.
"I'm really glad you said that", she said, "I will never let you forget you've said that."
Clint smiled at her. That good old smile.
"Fine by me", he said.