"You and I remember Budapest very differently."
When you're someone like Natasha, you've had a gun pointed to your head more times then you're probably willing to count. And she knows that this certainly will not be the time she dies from it.
"There are about half a dozen men outside with guns right now," she drawls. "Did your hawk eyes catch that?"
The man, who is dressed up in some ridiculous army-standard garb, squints at her behind his sunglasses; "Are they yours?"
"No, but we will both be dead if you pull that trigger and we will both be dead if you don't."
So she tackles him to the floor.
"Come with me."
"I owe him a debt."
He tells her that his name is Clint and she tells him that her name is Natalia because that is easier to swallow than the truth.
He proves to be useful in getting rid of their pursuers; picking them off one by one with his bow and arrow. Natasha plans out their next safe houses for them because there's not much she can do with a fucking hole in her side especially when a hospital is out of the question and backup is days away.
So Clint snips and she sits and plans it all out (somehow it's a perfect match).
"Love is for children."
He turns on her once their common enemy has been dealt with, his arrow drawn taught across his bow.
"Who are you?"
"I am Natalia."
"Who are you really?"
She smiles at that question and then she's got him on the ground, straddling his hips, eyes inches from his.
"I am a friend," she says, and on her shoulder sits a S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia and he has to laugh at that because who would ever guess they were working for the same people? "Did your hawk eyes miss that?"
"Are you here to take me out?"
"I'm here to take you home," and the Widow strikes.
