A little idea I've had all day! Written from Natasha's POV, might follow up with one from Clint's POV if you guys like….

I don't own anything and have no money so there's no point suing me ok?

I stare at the ceiling…I wonder if he's back yet. I contemplate asking Jarvis but then I almost don't want to know. If he's back then why hasn't he come to me, if he's not back then where is he? Did something go wrong with the mission? Is he ok?

I sigh and shake my head at these stupid thoughts as I sit up and look out of my window at the New York skyline. It's 3 am and I'm tired but I need him. It's gotten so I can't sleep properly if he's not beside me. I shake my head even more vigorously than before as I admit that to myself.

I get up and stretch knowing that there's only one thing I can do and that is go to his room. Even if he's not there I might sleep better in his bed. So I wander down to the elevator and press the button for his floor. The Star Trek like elevator takes me up 3 floors in the blink of an eye and I step out into the darkness. I'm in his living area and all is dark and quiet. As I move to his bedroom my heart almost leaps out of my chest as I hear the unmistakable sound of his soft snoring (oh please..).

He's back and he's fine and I am relieved. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and they come to rest on his body, curled up on one side of the bed.

I love him. I'm in love with this man. I haven't said it, I've done everything but say it. Somehow I just can't bring myself to - it's like some spell might be broken if I do. He loves me, he's said it and he also says that he doesn't mind if I don't say it. Damn him - why is he so nice to me? Why doesn't he go and get a nice uncomplicated girl who'll tell him all the things I know he desperately wants to hear.

Suddenly the need to be close to him is overwhelming so I carefully crawl into bed beside him so I'm facing his back. I shimmy under the covers trying not to wake him but even being this close to him is intoxicating enough.

I realise I need his gaze, his kiss, his touch like I've never needed anything before in my life. I'm addicted to him and there's no rehab centre on earth that could wean me off Clint Barton. If there was it would be the last place I'd go anyway.

But why does he want me? Why is he so patient with me? I'm damaged goods - that's no secret. Damaged and broken, dark and twisty, all of those kinds of words sum me up. Except recently I've found out that I'm not so broken, so dark. I can love him, I can care about him - I can even care about this motley crew of dysfunctional misfits we call a team.

I thought the Red Room had taken all of those abilities away from me a long time ago but he has drawn them out of me patiently and slowly. I'm brought back to the room abruptly as he stirs in his sleep, turning over to face me. His arm feels around until he finds me and pulls me close to his chest in one move. I gasp softly at the action but smile lightly in the dark. I knew he'd do that eventually.

When we're in bed it seems he needs to be close to me too. He folds me to his side and I tangle my legs through his and sigh as the familiar position takes hold of us both. His arms grip me tightly even in his sleep and I'm facing his shoulder as my own arms stretch around him. I drop a light kiss to his shoulder but the warmth of his skin is too inviting to just leave it there.

I'm wide awake now as I shift slightly to press my lips to his jaw line and his chin. I hesitate before I reach my destination as he sighs softly. I shouldn't wake him, he's exhausted from the mission. It was a long one this time, three long weeks I've been without him. The angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other have a stern conversation with each other whilst I decide to just do it.

I kiss him lightly on his full lips and feel my whole body respond to the sensation. He's not kissing back, he's asleep and yet right now I would be ready to make love to him from the little bodily contact we've had in the last few minutes.

How can he do these things to me? Yes he's hot, muscled and so very fit but he's also kind of a geek with his bow and arrow, his X-Box and his comic books (ahem graphic novels I guess). I certainly never used to think Clint Barton-love god but oh man do I now.

I shiver slightly as I think of the countless orgasms he's given me, each one of them different and amazing. His hands and his tongue have driven me wilder than anything ever has before and that's one of the big reasons why I'm so addicted to him.

As I kiss him again with a little more pressure this time, it's as if he can hear my thoughts as he suddenly flips us over so that I'm pinned to the mattress by his lean body…oh my….

He's awake, he grinds his crotch into me and I can tell he is most definitely awake! He gives me a wry smile that I can just about make out in the darkness.

"Hello Beautiful" he murmurs sleepily as he leans down to kiss me soundly and burn my skin with his hot and wet kisses. I wrap my arms around him tightly and close my eyes to his touch.

As he kisses and caresses me I smile - this is really the only time I let my guard down enough to smile fully. Yes I am an addict and Clint Barton is my drug.

MY drug.

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