A romantic drabble about Hawkeye and the Black Widow from the POV of Captain America.

I own nothing. Marvel owns these characters.

I really hope I was able to keep them in character!

The Journey for Shawarma

Every part of me ached. We leaned on each other and wobbled down the streets towards the promise of Shawarma.

"I am…in need of sustenance. This body…so weak." Said Thor groggily, leaning on Ironman.

Natasha looked the most exhausted but she did not complain. As far as I could tell she had no actual powers except her inhuman looks. She leaned on Bruce who was the least tired because 'the other guy' had done all the work that battle. Bruce wore a pair of kaki pants we had 'borrowed' from a store window. She stumbled but did not complain. I had noticed her conviction from the first moment I met her. She was a great addition to the team despite her having no powers. Bruce scooped her up into his arms and continued walking without much sign of stress.

"Hey! I don't appreciate where you're touching her Bruce." I didn't have to look to know it was Clint. From my perspective Bruce's hands offended no part of the Black Widow's body. I walked on, hoping they could settle it themselves and I wouldn't have to break up another argument. I was too tired.

"Clint, I was only trying to help-"

"Hawkeye, its fine. Bruce, put me down. I can walk on my own." I was proud of Natasha for settling it on her own. And so relieved.

"You can lean on me Nat."

"I'm fine. Your leg is hurt."

"How much further to this place of Shawarma?" I asked wearily.

"I think its not too much further. Maybe another block…" replies Tony in a very unconvincing way.

"Why don't you look it up with your fancy suit?" asked Natasha.

"If my suit had power I guarantee I wouldn't be walking with you scruffy heroes."

"I insist I help you Natasha." Persisted Bruce.

"Hey, back off." Said Hawkeye forcefully.

"It's only logical. I just want to help. I'm not exhausted at all and she is."

"You know what Bruce. Back off or I swear I will-"

"Whoa. Do we have a problem here?"

"Yeah we have a problem here. I know all about you going all monster and nearly killing Natasha! So forgive me if I don't trust you!"

"Haykeye." Natasha spoke it as forcefully as she could but her voice cracked. She looked pathetically weak and that only made Hawkeye angrier. Hawkeye punched Bruce square in the jaw and he flew a few yards, crashing in the rubble.

"Now you've done it!" cried Thor. I was exasperated with me team. We all waited cautiously to see if Bruce turned into the Hulk. He sat up as the green monster but quickly shrank to normal size. Natasha slapped Clint across the face hard.

"Asshole." Natasha said coldly. Tony hit Thor. I'm not sure if he was trying to defuse the situation or had quickly lapsed from being a self-sacrificing hero to his normal childish self.

"What was that for?"

"I thought we were all hitting each other."

"No. I deserved that." Said Bruce. I turned around to glare at my team but mostly Clint…and Tony.

"Thor give Bruce your cape for a moment and go with Tony to find him some clothes." I gestured to a strip of stores with smashed in window displays, their alarms whaling, and fire sprinklers going haywire. "Natasha go sit down, rest or something. I need to speak with Clint. Go on if we're not done and we'll catch up."

My orders were followed without much complaint and I was left facing the young brash blonde. He looked me in the eyes defiantly.

"Clint."

"Captain."

"You're not really mad at Bruce. You're mad at the Hulk. You know full well that he can't control himself…as much as you couldn't control yourself when Loki was using you. I think, now this is just a hunch, but I think you're really angry with yourself. If Natasha hadn't been able to stop you, you would have killed her." Clint glared at the street.

"Clint. It wasn't Bruce's fault. It wasn't your fault. And Natasha is alive. Now let's please go get Shawarma." He nodded and we walked towards the others.

I leaned in, put an arm around his shoulder and whispered in his ear "It is your fault that you won't man up and tell the poor girl how you feel instead of being an ass about it to her and everyone else."

It was the first time I had ever seen a superhero blush but it was more of a slight tinge of red that could have been contributed to his tired state. We caught up with the others. Clint said something quietly to Natasha, an apology I assumed.

When we finally reached the miraculously untouched tiny restaurant squeezed in between two trashed buildings the brave heroes of the day nearly wept for joy. We startled the poor owners as we filed in. I pulled two tables together and moved the chairs into place. I fell into a chair and did not speak anymore. They ordered and when I did not respond they ordered something for me. I barely touched it.

Bruce and Thor ate enthusiastically. Natasha lifted Clint's leg onto her chair and he smiled thankfully at her. Bruce asked the manager for a first aide kit and the doctor began patching us up. When he reached Clint we all watched as they exchanged a knowing look before smiling as if they had been buddies their whole lives. Natasha took rabbit bites of her food.

SHIELD cars came to pick us up. Thor lifted me out of my seat and dragged me outside when I wouldn't move. Natasha stood but nearly fainted and Clint caught her. He carried her small form out to the car, limping the whole way but nobody dared to suggest taking the burden from him. We left Fury to pay our enormous bill on a government credit card. I think they owed us that.

I thought we were home free except we, not thinking, allowed Tony to sit in the front of the black glossy car. I was asleep soon after my cheek leaned against the cool leather of my seat when some heavy rock music blared through the speakers.

"Tonny" We all growled. Natasha buried her face in Hawkeye's chest and he stroked her messy red curls.