A/N: This is extremely short, and is definitely not by best work, but its alright. As always, standard disclaimers apply, and please leave a review.

The digits on their clock read 3:05 A.M. It had been a particularly brutal mission, and neither of them were ready for bed. Natasha rolled onto her back.

"You're awake." She stated, familiar enough with his breathing patterns to know weather he was conscious or not.

"So are you." He replied, flipping onto his back as well.

"Lets face it. We're not gonna get any sleep tonight." She said, sitting up and sighing. He mimicked her, then glanced at the door.

"C'mon. I've got a surprise for you." Clint said, standing and taking her hand.

They checked on Viktoriya, making sure she was tucked in well, and then he lead her up to his "nest," a small area on the roof that Stark had been kind enough to dedicate solely to him.

"I was saving this for your birthday, but I guess you can have it now." He said, rummaging around in a small chest. For a moment she was suspicious, as she'd told him numerous times that she hated the prospect of birthdays, but when she saw him produce a bottle of Russian vodka, she smiled.

"Where'd you get this? We haven't been to the mo..." She quickly swallowed the rest of the sentence, finishing it the "proper" way for Americans.

"We haven't been to Russia since the night we rescued Viktoriya."

He smirked and said "I ordered it special and had Coulson pick it up for me while we were in the woods."

She read the label and smiled even bigger. "Stolichnaya Elit. And just how, may i ask, did you know this was my favorite?"

He chuckled and said that he had his ways, and produced two shot glasses from the chest as she opened the bottle. They sat down, looking out over the city.

"How did we get here?" She asked, downing the liquid.

He shook his head. "I don't know. Sometimes our feet take us down paths that, even if they're rough now, eventually get better."

Natasha poured herself some more vodka. "You know, when I worked for the Red Room, I always thought that life had no meaning. That humans were just another life form with no real purpose."

"Now?" He asked, looking intently at her.

"I guess that... there's always something worth living for, even if we can't see them yet."

He nodded, tilting his head back as he finished his second glass.

For awhile they sat outside, talking and drinking. They went back in after they'd finished about half the bottle, Natasha exclaiming that if they weren't genetically altered they'd be so drunk they probably would've walked off the roof. After laughing for a few moments, they finally headed back to bed.

~Fin~