"Natasha …. Something Romanoff."
"Clinton Francis Barton?"
"Show off," Clint smirked. "Look, I don't exactly know how to do this." The two assassins were sitting together on a shitty bed in a shitty motel room somewhere in Budapest where they both had just nearly lost their lives. Natasha was laying on her side facing Clint who sat cross legged playing with something in his uniform pocket. "I'm not sure if this is the time or the place that I should do this, it's just I kind of need to. I know there is a bit of an age difference between us, but I feel like our maturity difference evens it out." – Natasha snorted, which made Clint smile and carry on with a tad more confidence – "Look, I made a different call than I was supposed to a while ago and I remember telling you to make sure I made the right decision. Right now, I am one hundred and ten percent sure that you did that."
Nat raised her eye brows and slowly in an attempt of mimicking a seductive voice asked, "Only one hundred and ten percent?"
"Okay, maybe fifteen." Another laugh came from Natasha. "Look what I'm trying to get at is I think Fury and Coulson would agree you've helped a lot. But, from where I sit right now, I can honestly say I didn't think you were going to have this big of an impact – don't you go pushing your eyebrows together like that! I'm not done! – So look… apart from our S.H.I.E.L.D. partnership, you mean a lot to me and you are my best friend and you're also a different kind of friend, too, if you catch my drift – OW! Stop! – ANYWAYS! What I'm trying to say is… Well I know I'm technically supposed to get down on one knee and all, but seeing as we are supposed to technically have actually 'dated' which we technically never have done, I ain't doing that. I, also, know that for this to be proper I'm supposed to have a ring, but technically that's against the rules – well, not the ring… You know, being with someone you work with – so I got you this necklace. Yes, I know it's cheesy. Yes, I know it's an arrow because I shoot arrows and that's kind of like focused on the guy sort of thing, but marriage is supposed to be like sharing or giving part of yourself to the other so I thought it was appropriate. So, yeah, um… What I'm getting at is… uh…"
Nat sat up and cut him off. "Clint?"
"Hmm?"
"Can I have the necklace please?"
"Yeah. Here you go."
The two were silent for a few moments as Natasha looked over the silver necklace and eventually removed it from it's box and placed it around her neck. When she was finished, she looked up a Clint and gave the happiest smile she thinks she has ever given.
"So, is that a yes?" Clint asked her.
"Well, considering there was no actual question, no, it was not a yes. It was more of an agreement that this is the right thing to do."
"The right thing… to do?" That didn't sound very genuine, he thought.
"Yeah, when the person that means the most to you is you by your side every single day risking their life with you, and you have… strong feelings for them, stronger than love, 'til death do us part seems like the right thing to do, right?"
Clint nodded and beamed as he pushed Natasha back on to the bed and leaned forward into a kiss.