Clint Barton was a professional, a master at what he did. The publicity of life as an Avenger meant Hawkeye could no longer go out and take on any infiltration missions that required him to talk to targets or interrogate people. Instead he was resigned to black ops and seek and destroy missions, which since Loki had played with his brain, he had lost himself in.
Hence why he looked like total crap, after the fourth consecutive mission in eastern Europe he was burnt out. The Avengers tower had apparently replaced his room on the Hellicarrier, his body on autopilot and moving towards his room. He was nearly through the door when the tell-tale 'whoosh' of the door opposite his own indicated that he was infact, busted.
"We need to talk." The feminine voice he'd been trying to avoid called out behind him. He did not need this.
He groaned, slumping forwards and resting his head on the cold metal of his own door, his hand fumbling over to the lock, he brought his head back up slightly and pressed the button, letting it slide away as he groggily walked inside. Within a couple of steps he was face down on his bed, the sound of bare feet gently tapping the floor as Natasha followed him in.
"You talk, I'll just…" the noise that followed his tired statement was comparable to the noise a snoring gorilla makes, turning his head to look at her. She was gorgeous, as usual, even with her hair pulled back and clad in nothing but a vest and…where those his slacks? He furrowed his brow slightly and put the thought down to sleep deprivation.
"You've been gone for three months you know. The occasional message from Fury to let us know your alive. You've missed five Avengers missions where I- we needed you." Natasha was terrible at honest conversation, normally Clint would've found it adorable, but right now he was too tired for that. She walked over, reaching for his cheek, she hesitated slightly before running her thumb over his stubble. "We'll talk properly tomorrow then I guess." She remained cold, stoic and far too awake for Clint's liking. What threw him off balance the most, just as he was passing out from sheer exhaustion was the feel of a pair incredibly soft and luke warm lips on his cheek. He couldn't be sure if he was imagining it or not as he heard his door close and sleep engulfed him.