Hey again guys, thanks for all the support it really helps when your new at this!
I've decided to do a Clintasha one shot, hope you all like it!
Chapter 1: They Had Found Them.
Clint turned and saw Natasha peacefully sleeping in there bed, they were on a mission in China.
There were sign's that Red Room related crimes were going on.
Clint put his hand through Natasha's short curly locks and was surprised when a knife was held up to his neck.
"Natasha! It's me Clint"
he explained with terror written all across his face.
Natasha breathed heavily; sweat dripping from here face, she put the knife back under her pillow, where it lived in case of the odd intruder, that decided to visit.
"Clint I'm so sorry, I thought you were"-
she was cut off when a pair of soft lips were placed against hers.
He hugged her stopping the tears that were falling from her eyes.
" It was another nightmare"
she struggled to process her words.
" Can I ask what it was about?"
Clint asked wiping the tears from her eyes.
She nodded
" We got compromised"
she paused for a while and started to cry again, he pulled her close.
" Natasha its fine you don't have to continue"
he kissed her forehead.
He lay there waiting for her breathing to steady, this is when he knew that she was sleeping, he had to hope that she wouldn't have another nightmare.
He was woken by a buzzing noise; in the middle of the night, he wasn't quite sure what it was but it was loud.
He sat up and let his eyes adjust to the darkness.
To his surprise Natasha was sound asleep; hopefully dreaming this time.
He turned to the bedside table and felt around for the light switch, when he had switched it on he had realised that it was his phone that was making all the noise.
He hastily picked it up and accepted the call.
" Agent Barton get out of there NOW"
Phil, his handler shouted down the phone.
" Sir, what'd going on"
He worriedly shouted through the phone; shaking Natasha violently.
" Just get out as quickly as possible, there coming for Nat"
The phone was cut off.
"Natasha I know your having a nice sleep but we really need to go!"
He sighed and jumped out off bed and started packing some basic supplies, he packed money and weapons; they were basic supplies to him.
He heard a groan and turned.
"Nat we need to go!"
She loved it when he called her Nat; she could hear the fear in his voice, she jumped out off bed and helped him pack.
"what's going on?"
she looked into his light blue dazzling eyes.
"we need to go,
I'll tell you on the way"
he finished packing and slung the rucksack over his back and handed one to Natasha, also handing her a pistol and a holster; taking one himself.
They both headed out of there dingy, cheap apartment in a run down hotel.
"who are we running from"
Natasha asked not following Clint; which greatly annoyed him.
"Nat please we need to go... The Red Room... there coming for you"
he whispered trying not to wake anyone.
She turned she knew Clint had also heard the shattering glass, they were here.
He signalled for her to come to him, she walked backwards towards him gun pointing at the door.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain, it shot throughout her body; she wasn't prepared, why didn't Clint warn here she thought to herself.
She was pulled out of her thoughts, as gun held to her head.
"Turn" she recognised the accent, Russian.
She stumbled and turned slowly holding her side, she saw Clint he was being held tightly by a chubby man; clasping his mouth tightly.
Clint didn't look fazed, she could tell that he had something planned.
"Natalia Romanov, traitor" the man spited still holding the gun to her head.
She smirked at the scraggly man, she looked into Clint's eyes; he was warning her, she was ready.
Before the scraggly man could say a word he turned as he heard shouts; his men were down, it was now down to Natasha.
She remembered the gun in her holster, she grabbed it as the gun was lifted from her head and pointed to her partner Clint, she shot the gun before it was to late.
There were three dead men lying on the floor.
Her knees bucked underneath and she fell to the ground; hitting her knees hard.
Clint ran at her dodging the bodies lying on the floor.
"NAT!" he shouted running towards her throwing off his back pack.
He fell to the ground and moved her hand from the wound.
"That's deep" he said worryingly.
"Clint I'm fine" she choked, she never liked admitting that she was hurt.
"Nat don't lie, your clearly not fine" he looked at her, would she admit that she was right.
"Clint, please... I'm fine" she coughed up a load of bright red gooey blood, this was it for Clint.
He took off her back pack and carried her back into there now trashed apartment.
"CLINT PUT ME DOWN! LET ME GO!" she wriggled in his arms, by all means he wasn't putting her down.
He carried her and laid her on the bed lifting up her top up and properly assessing the stab wound.
She laid there giving up on the whole ' I'm fine' act, Clint was running back and forth searching through the bags for the medic kit.
Her brain clouded with thoughts, memories, happiness; at this point she knew that she was drifting to unconsciousness.
She was pulled from her thoughts, it was Clint.
He was violently shaking her, he could see that he was losing her.
"Nat? Natasha? Stay with me yeah, keep those beautiful eyes open" He smiled at her and continued on sifting through the bags that clouded the apartment.
"Clint, it hurts" she coughed violently chucking up more blood.
"Nat I'm coming" he shouted whilst sifting through bags in the main living room.
"ah ha! Got it" a sigh of relief had escaped Clint's mouth, he ran into the bedroom and sat on the double bed and opened the medic kit.
Natasha felt him poking and prodding her wound, she knew she was drifting when Clint's deep voice turned into a mumble ; holding his earpiece, he was probably calling Coulson.
She opened her eyes; she hears propellers, she instantly knew that she was on a quinjet.
She heard mumbles coming from around her; she opened her eyes fully, looking round the quinjet she smiles when she sees the back of her partners head.
"Cl-Clint" she struggled.
He swiftly turned and got out of his seat and went to her side; holding her hand.
"How are you feeling?" he asked smiling; looking into her bright green eyes, her face looked paler than before.
"My side... it kills... how long have I been out?" she replied not taking notice off all the wires attached to her.
"It was pretty deep, 2 hours" he smiled kissing her cheek "I thought I had lost you"
She sighed "Yay so my body's filled with drugs" she laughs then winces in pain.
They hear footsteps.
"Clint, can I talk please" the doctor called from behind the assassins, he turned and walked over to him.
"Yes Doc?" he asked looking back at his partner, friend and lover.
"The landing will be to stressful for Miss Romanoff, do we have permission" Clint paused wondering what he meant; the it clicked.
He nodded and went to Nat's side to distract her, whilst the doctor went to prepare; this was going to be a hard job as she and Clint were S.H.I.E.L.D.s best agents, no one could trick or sneak up on either of them.
He smiled at her, he could see the confusion in her eyes.
"What did the Doctor say?" She turned her body to face him.
"The Doctor said were going to be landing soon" he looked over at the Doctor who had walked in and was behind Natasha he prepared the syringe and leant over to her.
She turned and saw what he was trying to do; she started to panic , all she could think off was defending herself, in any way possible, punching him in the face.
He leant over "Natasha its fine its to calm you!" he stated calmly, she was having none of this, she punched him in the noes; she may be having a fragile moment in her life but she could still fight; she would always fight.
Clint laughed and a stern look was given from the Doctor.
Clint stood "Natasha I'm sorry this is for your own good" he grabbed her wrists and forced them down either side of her body.
He betrayed her; she kicked, screamed and bit Clint's arm until it bled; but he wasn't letting go.
She felt a prick on her arm; pumping throughout her body was a white liquid, she felt it swimming through her veins, Clint's grip stayed tight on her arms which were now either side of her head.
The propellers slowed down; her world started to blur, the noises disappeared.
she was consumed by the darkness; once again.
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Ashley
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