MiyukiGainsborough: Yes, I understand there is a Dear Natasha fic already out there and it's quite popular but I, for one, have not even read it so I don't want to recieve any reviews saying that I stole the idea or anything. PS: This does also take place after the movie. Enjoy.
Dear Natasha,
I dreamt of you again last night. The scenes are still blurry but I can always see you and that firey red hair of yours. The dream was more mellow then the last one and also seemed quite short. All I remember was sitting opposite you on a couch, both of us staring intently at a television screen. I actually think what we were watching was in Russian and I was bored out of my skull. I could hear you munch softly on a bag of prepopped popcorn. I looked at you out of the corner of my eye and could see you looking at me, as if you knew how bored I was and wanted to ask if we should watch something else. I could only smile.
- Clint
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"I still don't understand why you have to go by yourself," Natasha grumbled as she walked alongside Clint. Her eyes were straight ahead, focused on the hallway they were walking down and the people they were passing, though she was still paying close attention to her conversation with the archer.
Clint gave an amused chuckle and replied, "Because you're on Stark babysitting duties again for the next month and all I'm going to do is bust up a little lab testing gamma radiation outside of Scotland. Same kind of job I used to take care of easily before we were a team." His hand moved from his side to her back, patting it softly to assure her he would be fine. This was the man who could not be looking and still hit his target.
Natasha still didn't like the idea of Clint going on a mission by himself. Ever since he had been brainwashed by Loki, she never liked for him to leave her sight, as if he would go dark side again. Before, she had been uncomfortable with it but would still allow it, much like when she was first keeping an eye on Tony Stark and he was out in New Mexico, keeping an eye over the mysterious crater.
Their walk was quiet the rest of the way to the flight deck, Natasha just enjoying the simple touch of Clint's hand on her back. Who knew how long it was going to be until she was going to get to feel that touch again. Never once did the thought cross her mind that she might never feel it again.