NEW STORY!
This is 100% Clinasha and is set in Barton's Point Of View (POV)
BRIEF IDEA- The storys basicaly about Clint and Natasha getting together and sorting out their promblems. Im not going to say anything else ;) MWHAHAHA
This story by far is 100% completely positivily with no doubt my greatest fanfiction Pride and Joy. My favourite fanfic i have EVER written!
Hope ye enjoy,
Rachel :)
Chapter 1
"Hawkeye to Black Widow" I said over the comms, "what's your status?" "Black Widow to Hawkeye, currently 3 men due north of your position with 4 others coming your way from the south-west" Natasha replied. Notching another arrow, I aimed in at the south-western door, ready to fire. As if on cue, 4 men burst through the door two seconds later, machine guns around their necks. "Like herding sheep" I muttered, pulling back the bow-string and letting loose. As per usual, the explosive arrow hit its target dead on, wedging itself in the door frame above them. 3...2...1...BOOM. The arrow exploded showering the men with dust and rubble, killing them in an instance. Hey I never said I'd play fair. Having my bow at the ready, I slowly stood up, silently making my way through the dust and pushing open the second door. It led down a corridor, deserted and dimly lit. Perfect setting for a horror movie, huh? Walking down to the only other door in the hallway, I kicked it open, revealing the 3 men Nat had spotted. One arrow...check. Two arrows...check. Three arrows... check. Within three seconds I had killed them all. "Hawkeye to Black Widow, Targets eliminated, I repeat, all targets eliminated" I said, lowering my bow. "Well I guess that's us done for today then" the Russian replied, appearing from the same door I just came from. I grinned at her and she smirked back, "Mission Complete"
"Fury's on his way" Natasha said, putting down the phone as we walked down the driveway outside. "Any time?" I asked and she shook her head, "he just said he'd be here soon. And you and I both know when and when not to question him". "Learned that the hard way" I replied grinning and she laughed, "You have to admit, that was quiet funny". I stopped and stared at her bewildered, "He had me pinned to the wall with a gun against my head. It was my first day!". "But you got out of his grip and earned his respect" she argued and I sighed as we began walking again, "yea I guess your right". "And speaking of the devil" Nat said, looking up as a black jeep pulled up the drive. She started making her way towards it but I stopped her. "Hang on" I muttered, reaching for my bow, "something's not right". The passenger side window of the jeep opened and a man turned to us, flashing a badge. "Agents" he said with a nod. "Clint" Nat muttered, low enough so only I could hear, "that's not a SHIELD agent". "You got a gun?" I asked matching her tone. "...Out of ammo. You got any arrows left?". "Just the one". "That's all you need".
Grinning, I loaded the bow and shot the man in the neck before he could react, killing him instantly. "Time to go" I said, grabbing Nat's hand and running towards the forest on the far side of the drive. "AFTER THEM" someone yelled and a split second later a bullet smashed into the tree next to me. "You sure you don't have any bullets left?" I asked, looking at Nat, "Cause now would be a good time to use them". "...I've got a smoke bomb and... A hand grenade", she replied, patting the belt on her black suit. "That'll work" I said, my mind thinking overtime. "Say when" Nat replied, taking out the grenade and pulling the pin. "...NOW" I shouted, and she through it back towards the men chasing us. The explosion was bigger than I had expected and it threw us both off out feet, making us roll along the forest floor. I finally came to a stop, landing painfully on a piece of jagged rock that cut into the side of my leg, tearing a long gash from my knee to my shin. But I was alive. "Hey, Tash? You alright?" I asked, slowly sitting up, trying to ignore the ringing in my ears and the pain searing through my left leg. "Yea I...I think so" came a slightly muffled reply. Pulling myself up, leaning against the rock for support, I quickly spotted my Auburn-Haired partner, getting to her feet. I grinned at her and she grinned back, walking over to me and running her hand through my now-messy hair. "We seriously gotta do that more often" she said, dropping her hand. I smirked in reply, "you hurt?" "Bruised and battered but otherwise all right. You on the other hand" she said, standing back and looking me up and down, her eyes resting on my leg. "Hey, it's nothing that a few stitches can't handle" I shot back and she sighed, wiping her hand against the blood covered rock, "can you walk?" "I can shuffle". "Come on then" she said laughing, turning back the way we came and we slowly began walking back along the path, well, Nat was walking, I was...shuffling.
"So, you think Fury's here yet?" I asked and she shook her head, opening her mouth to say something but suddenly stopped, her eyes locking onto something ahead of us. Slowly I turned and followed her gaze, my eyes locking on the single other man in the forest. The grenade hasn't killed him, and even though he was quiet bloody, he still had his bearings and was currently pointing a gun at Natasha. Then his hand slowly but surely, turned the gun and pointed it at me, his finger on the trigger.
Then everything happened in slow motion. He pulled the trigger and I turned to Natasha just as she turned to me, making a split second decision and pushing me out of the way, jumping across in front of me. We both fell, with me twisting my left ankle in the process, and Nat landing next to me. When the dizziness finally passed, I looked up to find the man had disappeared, and we were alone again.
"Nat?" I asked, my voice hoarse, "Tasha? You ok?" She slowly turned to me, her face stricken with fear as she rolled onto her back, revealing a bullet wound in her side. No...No, she wasn't shot...She couldn't be shot. Raising myself onto my knees, ignoring the pain shooting through my leg, i helped her sit up. "Nat?" I asked again, "Pleas Nat, say something!" "I...I...I g-got shot" she muttered, wincing as she pushed down on the wound. "Come on, we got to get you help" I said, forgetting about my leg as I stood up, and only feeling how bad it actually was when I collapsed down next to her again. Cursing in Russian as I pulled myself up again, this time putting all my weight on my right leg. "Come on" I said, taking Natasha's hand and pulling her up. She stumbled slightly, still not fully realising that she had a bullet in her side. Taking her arm, I quickly helped her up. "Can you walk?" I asked and she smiled slightly, "I can shuffle". Sighing, we began half-stumbling and half-walking back along the path towards the driveway again. "You took a bullet for me" I said quietly, turning to look at her, "why?" "We're partners, you save my hide, I save yours, its how this thing works. Besides, I owe you one from Budapest". "You and I remember Budapest very differently" I replied and she shrugged, wincing as it pulled at the wound. Please be ok.
"Well... Thank you I guess, for not letting me get shot, though I would have preferred it if you didn't get the bullet" I said after another few minutes. "Then, your welcome I guess. But d-". She stopped suddenly, clutching her side and falling onto her knees. "Nat?" I asked warily, bending down next to her. She was biting her lip so hard that it was bleeding. "I'm f-fine" she choked out. "Lier. I've known you long enough to tall when you're telling the truth, even if you are a trained assassin. And right now, 'I'm fine' is not the truth" I shot back and she smiled slightly. "It just hurts, that's all". "You got shot. Of course it's gonna hurt" I replied, helping her to her feet. She took three or four shaky steps forward before falling down again, this time not able to stop the cry from her lips. "Natasha, look at me" I said, kneeling down in front of her, ignoring the complaints from my own wounds, "NATASHA". She looked up at me confused, her eyes fluttering. "C-Clint?" "Yea it's me, what's happening?" I asked quietly. "I g-got...shot" she mumbled and I nodded. "Yes, I know, but you have to stay awake ok?" I said and she nodded, "stay a-awake. G-got it". Taking her arm that wasn't currently putting pressure on the wound; I put it over my shoulder so I was supporting half her weight. It wasn't much but it was the best I could do under the circumstance. "Come on, Fury's on his way" I muttered, trying to hide the fear in my voice. She was gone delusional. And that wasn't good.
"We're here" I said, gritting my teeth as I put more weight on my bad leg. It had taken about 15 minutes to find my way out of the forest and back onto the drive and my leg was in complete agony. "Nat? Come on, Fury will be here soon" I said, slowly sitting down on the ground, Natasha resting her head on my shoulder. "Hey, Tash" I said, shaking her gently. She didn't move. "Nat?" I asked, more urgently now, checking for a pulse. She was breathing, but only barely. "NATASHA" I shouted, snapping my fingers in front of her closed eyes. Nothing. "Jeasus you better not be dead" I muttered, laying her down on the ground, checking her pulse again. It was... It was fading, fast. She was barely breathing, the blood pouring out of the bullet wound. Blood. So much blood. Snapping myself out of it, I quickly took off my shirt, wrapping it around her waist to try and stop the bleeding. It would hold for a while, but she needed proper medical attention, and until Fury arrived, that wasn't going to happen. I couldn't do a thing. I was complete useless now, helpless. Just helpless.