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"Don't worry Clint," She assured him, "Like hell it's going to explode."

He didn't react, but Clint secretly worried that it would blow up, taking out the whole warehouse with them in it.

"Just be careful Tasha," Was all he said.

Natasha snorted, picking up the little nuclear bomb. "See?" She showed him the bomb sitting in her palm and Clint slightly relaxed. "I told you the little nuke wouldn't-"

But she was cut off by a sudden loud bang, and Clint was thrown back away from her.

He wasn't sure exactly how long he was out, but he awoke from his ears filling with an endless ringing noise that droned on and on. Clint forced his eyes open to a fiery scene, wood burning, flames engulfing everything in his sight.

Hawkeye gulped. "Natasha?" He called, blinded by the smoke.

No one answered him.

"NATASHA!" He yelled, springing to his feet. "Nat?!"

Clint ran through the flames, dodging between the falling and burning debris.

"Natasha?!" He screamed again, and accidentally inhaled a large amount of smoke, causing him to cough. "NAT?! Where are-Oh god."

Natasha was lying on the ground, groaning, blood covering her. Half of her face was bloody and charred, her hair singed. Her eyes were closed and she stilled.

"Tasha?" Hawkeye bent down, cradling her head. "Tasha, stay with me!" He urged, but she didn't stir anymore. "Hang on, I'm getting us out of here."

He grabbed her arm, pulled her upper torso up and scooped her legs up, carrying her bridal style.

Clint glanced around, looking for a clear exit. "Crap crap crap crap craaaaap..." The warehouse's roof started groaning and creaking as the fire started swallowing it whole.

He spotted a clear window, but he'd have to run through a wall of flame, literally.

"Hang on, Tasha." He muttered, and charged towards the window, shoulders bracing for impact.

As Clint leaped through the shattering glass, the whole warehouse collapsed, but Clint kept running, going further and deeper into the woods nearby.

Halfway, Hawkeye collapsed, Natasha still in his arms. That's when he noticed noticed his arms and legs covered in third-degree burns, singing his flesh.

It was at this point that he thanked adrenaline for delaying the pain.

"Hawkeye, report!" Fury's voice echoed in his earpiece, but the ringing in Clint's ear kept going. "What the hell is going on?!"

Haweye panted, stating, "Black Widow is down, I repeat, Black Widow, down."

"Shot?" Fury demanded, sounding fully pissed off, "Condition?"

"No, nuke explosion." Clint leant against a tree, catching his breath. "I think critical condition covers it," He says, glancing at Natasha, who lay on the ground, frighteningly still.

"Shit." Fury muttered angrily. "Where are you?"

Hawkeye glanced around. "Outskirts of a wood nearby."

"We'll find you." Fury hissed. "Keep her damn alive. I don't give a shit what you have to fucking do to keep her alive, but don't lose her."

Clint almost rolled his eyes if it weren't for Natasha lying there, unconscious. Fine, so Fury didn't care how he was. "Yes sir, Hawkeye out."

"Fury out." And the line died.

So Clint sat down on the rock, checking his burns idly. They were pretty bad, but didn't compare to the degree of injuries Natasha had. Her hair was matted and most of it was singed off. Her face, half of it was melted away, mixed with her blood and flesh. If it weren't for her special gloves and suit, she probably would have lost complete use of her hands and arms, because they were the first to come into contact when the explosion happened.

He hoped she would be okay. He berated himself for letting her pick up the nuke when Fury had clearly stated that might not be a good idea. Why couldn't it have blown up in his face? Why her?
What scared him the most was how long he was in those woods before they actually got there, and how long he watched Natasha's blood glisten on his fingers and on the ground, helpless.

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