S.H.I.E.L.D seemed to be sending Natasha and Clint on missions that kept on getting worse. Their missions before hadn't been all that fun, and some were particularly nasty, such as Budapest and Ekaterinburg, but they had been sort of livable. Sure, they had almost died multiple times, but they had survived. It was just one of the side effects of being an assassin, and a spy. But now, they weren't so sure that they could survive the missions anymore.
Clint and Natasha stumbled into their hotel room, looking particularly battered. Natasha had gotten shot in the shoulder, and was ok, but needed medical. Clint was covered in scrapes and bruises, and was feeling sort of dead.
"One of the days we're going to get killed, Tasha."
"It's an occupational hazard, Clint. We have to deal with it." Natasha crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Hey, Tasha, you don't need to glare at me. I'm just worried, that's all" Clint shrugged off his quiver and put his bow away. He was very careful with everything he did, and was moving sort of stiffly.
"I'm worried too, Clint. This job is going to be the death of me, and yet, it's how I survive. Ironic, isn't it?" Natasha wasn't moving her left arm at all, and she grimaced in pain.
"Hey, Nat..." murmured Clint
"What" snapped Natasha.
"You need medical... You're bleeding a lot" Clint walked over to his bag and pulled out a first aid kit. He picked Natasha up and gently laid her on the bed, and then he busied himself with treating her wound properly. Natasha set her face and tried not to show any pain, but Clint could tell it hurt. He knew from experience, and he knew Natasha better than anyone else in the world. She was his everything, and he was sick of almost losing her every other day.
"Thank you, Clint" murmured Natasha. "I really appreciate it." Clint smiled softly.
"Of course. For you, Tasha, I would do anything." Natasha smirked.
"I know. I would return the favor in a heartbeat." Clint grinned.
Natasha groaned and flopped backwards onto the bed. "Ow." she said, sounding annoyed.
"Maybe you shouldn't have done that, Tasha." Clint sat down on the bed next to her and carefully pulled her into his arms. The two sat there like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company. "I could have lost you today, Natasha." Clint buried his face in Natasha's fiery red hair, and kissed the top of her head.
"But you didn't... Clint, we could lose each other any day..."
"I know, Tasha, and I hate it. I'm sick of being in fear of losing you every single time you step out of that door, or out of my sight." Natasha gave Clint a quick kiss on the lips and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I think that's what you do when you love someone."
"I thought you said love was for children" Clint smiled, knowing what Natasha's response to this would be.
"Clint, you may look like a grown man, but you act like a child half the time."
"It's what makes me more fun."Clint shrugged.
"Well, my hawk, I love you for it." Clint looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"You're willing to admit you love me? When did that happen?"
Natasha played with a piece of her hair. "I guess I also realized I didn't ever want to lose you, and I wanted to tell it to your face at least once..." Clint hugged Natasha even closer and whispered into her ear "I love you too... but now I may never let you go."
The two held each other all night, and fell asleep holding each other. The next morning, Clint woke Natasha up and walked over to his bag to get a small box.
"Clint... don't tell me this is what I think it is..." Natasha looked annoyed.
"It is. I never ever want to regret not doing this."
Natasha sat up a little bit more. "Alright then. Go on."
Clint walked over to her and open the box. Inside was 2 simple rings, made of silver.
"Will you, Natalia Alianovna Romanova be my wife?"
Natasha smirked, and replied "Why of course, my Hawk. Of course."