HEY GUYS! So I really want to write some Clintasha and I suddenly had an idea. So yeah, I shall now put them into action.

So these chapters are all just unrelated oneshots based on some of my favorite songs. Some songs will be about Clint and Natasha themselves while the others will be about experiences I just made up.

Disclaimer: I most definitely do not own Clint, Natasha, The Avengers, Even If She Falls by Blink-182 or anything other than the plot.

"Like a ferris wheel, full of blue-green eyes. And a heart of steel, always on her own, almost never real."

"And she was, like a blade of ice, like a lonely road, clear as day, alive. Always sharp and cold, always beautiful. I am such a fool."

-Even If She Falls, Blink-182

He watched over her from his perch as he did every night. Usually they'd talk before either of them fell asleep. She'd say something first and he would answer, merely a voice in the dark of night.

Tonight was one of those nights. After a good deal of training in the closed off little training room on their special little floor on Stark Tower, they both took refreshing showers, ate dinner with the others on the top floor and decided to turn in early.

They had always been like that. They had that unspoken agreement that they'd be each others faithful watchers. When one was angry and blew off steam in the training room, the other was looming right outside in the hall. When one of them was sleeping in, the other would just watch over them and wait, not minding their hunger. When one was asleep, they'd watch them until they fell asleep. The times when neither of them could, they'd just talk.

She was under the blanket of the large bed. It was large enough for them to share without knowing the other was even there. But of course they always knew. Even if it was large, they'd always stay close, always within arms reach, enough distance so they could wake the other during a nightmare.

When they woke up from the nightmare, the other would do something to reassure them. She would whisper words in his ear and he would repeatedly run his hands through her red hair and hold her close. She was better with words than him.

He stayed on his perch until he was tired or when she started thrashing and muttering. She would stare up at his perch until she heard a difference in his breathing patterns or saw him sweating.

He heard her sigh. It didn't worry him. He knew that sigh all too well. She was remembering something. "What are you thinking about?" He asked, voice clear.

Thry both knew that she heard him. "Nat?" He asked, tone gentle yet curious at th same time. He has a way of doing that to her. Making his tone just right so that she says things she wouldn't.

She sighed again. She stayed quiet for a while. Baltimore, he thought to himself. Just like Baltimore.


He remembered a time, just a couple of years back, when he sat at the foot of the bed they shared in a hotel after a mission in Baltimore.

She would sigh, but never speak. Both of them were closed off, but in different ways. He had a certain solemn and thoughtful silence. She had a thoughtful one as well, but it was the kind that you wouldn't dare break.

Anyway, he sat at the foot of the bed in the hotel room in Baltimore. He asked her what was on her mind. She answered back with a sharp cold tone.

He loved that about her. Well, among other things. He loved the way it didn't hurt when she used that tone on him. To him, it was a challenge. It told him to pry.

Eventually, she'd cracked. She told him lots of things that night. Her childhood, her past dreams. When he asked her what her dreams were that time, she just smiled. "Being here with you suits me just fine Barton."


"What's on your mind?" He said and she looked up at his perch. Moonlight seeped in through the curtains and both could not focus on anything obvious, merely those small details.

She looked at him, face blank. "Remember Japan? That time we sat under the cherry blossom tree after the mission?"

Oh yes, that was one of his favorites. He loved to bring up at that memory over and over again. Cherry blossoms falling from above them, making her look like an angel or a bride. She was a fairytale then, something he'd made up in his mind, he had told himself over and over again.

He nodded. "What about it Nat?" He replied and she smiled at him. She looked like a fairytale again with the certain curve of her lips and the beautiful waves of her hair. But he could have gone down and held her, and she would be solid, real. She was still Natasha.

"Nothing." She said. "Just popped up. Cherry blossoms have always been our sign of hope."

These times always surprised him. In front of everyone else, she was a sharp quickwitted woman who only trusted one person in the entire planet. That one person sometimes forgot that all of that was smoke and mirrors. That person in front of him, laying in bed, her, that was the real Natasha.

"Yeah, they have." He said. "If I ever got the chance, I don't think I'd go back to Japan, Tasha."

"Why?" She questioned. The hidden question, "Why not?", hidden in her voice amused him.

He smiled at her. "Because I want to remember Japan that same way forever."

He knew he was in love. The first time he realized it, he was in the middle of releasing an arrow. The only time he ever missed in 5 years. But he had gotten used to knowing it. There wasn't much he could do about it.

Even if she fell in love, which he highly doubted, there would be too many strings attached, too much difficulty. He liked it this way. Loving her from a distance, no matter how short the distance was.

He liked this. Loving her without her even noticing. He was sure she loved him too. Just not the way he loved her.

"Come to bed." She said, voice quiet. She did that sometimes, asked him to be there so that she'd know waking up was worth it.

He jumped down from his perch and climbed in with her. When he was beside her, a small smile graced her lips and he lay, back faced away from her.

As he lay there, eyes closed, he felt a hand on his chin, turning his head. A pair of warm soft lips pressed onto his. A sweet meaningful kiss. Not light, not deep.

He turned and they both layon their sides, facing each other. "What was that for Tasha?" He asked.

She shrugged. "For Japan I guess."

And for once, they slept facing each other.

I was going for something cute and serious at the same time. Did I do it? REVIEW SO I CAN BE INSPIRED TO WRITE MORE. Oh, and listen to Even If She Falls by Blink-182. Everything will make more sense then.