So, I wanted to write a BlackHawk, er, Clintasha one-shot fanfic sorta deal, but I couldn't get their interactions right, and then this idea popped into my head. So, I hope it doesn't suck, I don't think I got Clint quite right but he's just being difficult…I guess.
He hated that they were having him do this. Hated that they wouldn't just let him forget that he had killed those men, and that he had tried to kill his partner. But Fury just kept assigning him therapists even though he refused to talk to him. All they did was ask him how he felt about killing those men. Bunch of idiots they were, he felt what he should feel-shame, regret and anger. And now he sat in front of another therapist, a young woman, who for the last couple minutes just kept staring at him. "So, you are Agent Barton, correct?" she asked.
He raised an eyebrow at her, so she continued, "I am Agent Jameson, commonly a therapist for rehabilitating criminals, but you seem to have been ignoring all the other therapists."
He ignored her. She rifled through the folder, which he could see was marked Barton, Clint. "So," she started again, "I see that in addition to the men you attacked, you also attacked your partner, Agent Romanoff?"
Clint glared at her. "This appears to be a sensitive subject," she decided happily, "So let's talk about it. How long have you two been partners?"
"It should be on the file." He replied.
She sighed, "Yes, yes it is. Have you ever had a romantic relationship with her?"
"No."
Tilting her head to the side, Agent Jameson asked, "You sound disappointed, why is that?"
"It's not disappointment, " he replied, "But I am conflicted to what you would call a 'romantic' relationship."
"A date..?" she offered.
"No."
Leaning back in her chair, Jameson asked as casually as she could, "But have you had a previous physical relationship with her?"
Clint shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "After being partners for so long, a few times. That's normal anyways." He said the last part quickly and Jameson scratched some notes on a paper in the folder with her pen.
"Of course," she agreed, "After a horrible mission, who else are you going to turn to? Now, what would you say are Agent Romanoff's better qualities?"
"Excuse me?"
"What makes her a good partner?" she reworded.
He shrugged, "She's strong."
"In what way?" she inquired.
"Every way." He countered.
Jameson rolled her eyes, "Anything else? I'm sure her beauty comes in handy when she needs to seduce her targets?"
He bit his lip, "Of course, that is a valuable asset."
Jameson wrote another note down and asked, with a bit of nervousness, "When you realized you had tried to kill her, what was your reaction?"
Clint swallowed and looked away from Jameson, "I knew that I wouldn't have been able to kill her."
"But you were still upset."
"Of course I was." He replied, turning to stare at her directly in the eye.
"Do you think she should've killed you?"
He sunk back into his chair, "It would've been the correct assessment of the situation."
Jameson bit the inside of her mouth, hesitating before asking, "What would you have done if you had killed her?"
The reaction was immediate, a look of horror crossed his face, and then he replied, "I would've killed myself."
She smiled, and wrote another note, "That time you didn't avoid my question. Good."
They were both silent for a few moments and then Jameson stood, and said, "I'd say we're done now, Agent Barton."
Clint nodded and stood. Jameson opened the door, and Natasha was outside waiting for him. "Ah, Agent Romanoff," Jameson said, "Can you come in for a moment?"
Natasha nodded, "Wait outside for a moment," she told Clint, "Fury has a new mission for us."
When Clint had closed the door behind him, a wide smile appeared on Jameson's face. "I'd say go for it." She said.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Sarah." Natasha replied.
"Ah, yes." Sarah replied, holding out the folder, "Well, anyways, you didn't get this from me."
Natasha took the folder, and a small smile crossed her face as she headed out the door, to where Clint was waiting.