A/N: Alternate scene to fight between Hawkeye and Black Widow. I don't own Avengers!

"I need someone down there. He's headed for the detention level." Fury's voice sounded through a barely functioning headset, and Natasha snapped to attention.

"I'll take care of it." she volunteered.

"He's all yours. Good luck." Fury acknowledged to her.

She practically flew the short distance to where Clint was. He saw her, and snapped into autopilot. He drew one arrow, and let it fly. Natasha ducked beneath its path, and hit him low. They battled back and forth for what seemed like ages to Natasha. Her heart was shattering within her. Clint was unchanged. He was still a zombie for Loki.

"Clint." Natasha addressed him. He wrapped an arm around her, and she twisted it backwards. He grunted in pain as she stretched his arm to its limit. "Listen to me."

"Why should I?" he demanded, roughly. He fought against her so hard that she was afraid she was going to break his arm. She released it, and he wrapped it around her neck, cutting off her air supply. She grabbed his arm and pulled it away long enough to speak.

"You're my partner." she gasped.

"I'm not!" he yelled, as she ducked out of his grip and swung around to face him.

"You're Clint Barton. You're my partner. You saved my life, and I'm trying to save yours now." She tried to grab the knife he had trained on her away from him. He pulled on her hair and shoved her against the railing. She bent her chin with great effort, her head straining under his grasp on her hair. She sank her teeth into his wrist, and he cursed.

"No, it's not true!" he protested, but a sliver of hope found its way to Natasha. He wouldn't be fighting it so hard if he didn't know it was true, deep down. She hit him particularly hard, just trying to knock him off his feet long enough to knock some sense into him. He stumbled to one side, grasping for the handrail. She struck his head against it. Then he collapsed onto the deck, and faltered when he tried to get up. He surrendered, and crumpled to the floor. "Tasha..." he whispered, and she strained to hear him. He turned his face towards her as he struggled to his feet. "Please help me."

"How?" she asked. "What can I do?"

"I don't know." Clint shook his head in frustration. "Watch out!" he warned her as the ice inside him took control once more as he stood and drew an arrow on Natasha. He stood mere feet away. The explosion from the arrow would kill both of them.

"Clint, please." she disregarded the weapon in his hands and stepped towards him. She stepped past the arrow point, and wrapped her arms around Clint. "Come back to me."

Clint tried to fight her off, but she just held on tighter. The warmth from her body seemed to melt the ice controlling him, and he finally gave way to himself. He collapsed into her arms, and she lowered herself slowly until they were both sitting on the deck, wrapped up in each other.

"Tasha..." Clint whispered in her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too, you idiot." she kissed him on the cheek, almost shyly, and both smiled. Hawkeye was back, and best of all, Clint was, too.