A/N: This is my very first fanfiction ever posted so please be patient with me. :) Clint and Natasha are my favorite pairing in The Avengers. So This is my A-Z drabbles for them.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. The only things I own are the crazy insane ideas i get in my mind.

Arrows

"Romanoff!" He yelled, pushing his door open.

Natasha smirked as she opened her door, rolling out into the hall in a spinny chair. "Da?" She asked with an innocent smile on her face.

"Where are my arrows?" He asked, stopping her spinning in the chair. "Answer me Ginger."

"Gingers have freckles. I do not." She smirked up at him. "And why do you think I have them?"

"Because last time they went missing, they were in a tree." He said.

"One, it was April fool's Day. Dos, you told me to put them in your nest. And I did." She smiled up at him.

"That is not what I meant!" He yelled, his face getting red.

She shrunk back into the chair. "It was a joke Barton. You of all people should know that on that day, we get to pull pranks."

"Where the fuck are my arrows?" He asked, grabbing her wrist so she couldn't get out of the conversation.

"Where did you last see them?" She asked quietly. "Are you sure you just didn't see them?"

"Yes Tasha." He said. "I checked in the weaponry, which is where they were in the box double-locked. I checked for the second set under my bed. And then the third set, which was in your closet."

"There were some in my closet?" She asked but her voice betrayed her by cracking. "Where?"

"Behind the dresses, under the shoes, hidden in the boxes on the top of the rack. And, um…" He muttered the last part.

"What?" She asked. "I can't hear every little mutter."

"In your underwear drawer." He said quietly, letting go of her wrists.

"They were in my underwear drawer? Why didn't you just ask if I could hide them in my room for you?" She looked up at him and caught his chin in her small, soft, smooth fingers.

"It wouldn't have been an adventure." He said, smirking at her.

"Fine." She let go of his chin. "I'm glad you admitted you raided my panty drawer like a little fifteen year old prick. And yeah, I stole your arrows."

"Give me them back." He said.

"No, you're not getting them back until you apologize to me." She said, crossing her arms.

"That's fine. I'll just keep my blackmail picture of you." He said pulling out his phone.

"Blackmail picture?" She asked, her green eyes wide and searching his face.

"You know the one time that you had to be that "maid" and you kinda had to be a huge slut and weren't wearing much of anything." He said, smirking at her.

"You wouldn't Barton." She said as he pushed her chair against the wall.

"Oh I would. I've already sent it." He raised his eyebrows.

"You didn't." She said. "You wouldn't do that to me."

"Haven't you noticed the way Stark's grin is even bigger than it usually is?" He asked.

Her chin quivered her eyes full of hurt. "I can't believe you." She said, standing up out of the chair. "You want your arrows?"

"What?" He asked a confused look on his face.

"Do you want your damn arrows or not?" She yelled turning down the hall.

He followed after her as she slammed the door open, tears threatening to run down her face. "Tasha?"

She shoved a box into his chest. It was wrapped up in a bright red paper with white ribbon curled around it. They were in curls that she had done for hours

trying to get it perfect. "Happy early birthday."

She sat down on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands.

He opened it carefully, not wanting to rip the paper in half. In the box, a new quiver filled with his arrows filled the inside of the box. He looked over at her as she kicked a longer box out from under the bed, still not looking up at him.

He bent down to open the box. It was long and plastic. He flipped it open and inside were his other two sets of arrows.

"I got them fixed up for you. Cause I know it pisses you off because it takes you so long." She said quietly, her voice small. She got down on her knees, pulling a huge box from under the bed. "Here." She slid it across the floor at him. She sat against the bed, pulling her knees up to her body.

He opened it and inside was a bow, one much better than the one he had been using for a couple of days since he had his bow broken during their last mission.

"I've been saving up for it for three years." She said quietly, not looking up at him. "When you got it snapped in half and you couldn't use it and you were heartbroken about it. And I got it strung so you don't have to bother trying to fix the holding limit." She looked down at her feet. "Cause you always hate it so much."

"Natasha." He said quietly, putting the bow down.

"It's fine Barton. Just get over it." She said into her knees.

He lifted her chin with his large, rough, callused fingers. "I love it Owl."

She shook her head, smacking his hand. "I can't believe you Clint." She said quietly.

"Natash-"

"Don't." She said quietly. "All the respect they had for me, which was literally 0.00000001% is gone now. I've been working for years to get the little respect that I had. I've been at this agency for eleven years, and all but about seven people haven't ever respected me. And that's it Clint."

He opened his mouth but she continued talking. "I can't believe you would ruin me and my reputation. You of all people should know that Stark can't keep his mouth shut for anything." She wiped at tears. "And now I'm crying, and I never cry Clint. Never!"

He grabbed a hold of her and kissed her forehead. "If he says something, I'll let you torture him any way that you want to."

She smiled up at him, tears still running down her face.

He wiped them and held onto her tightly.