So, I decided that my original blog, Thetorchofalexandria on Tumblr, would be used for original releases. If you want the full, uninterrupted lyrics/poem, go to tumblr. Link should be on my bio. If not, pm me. If you are a vocalist/muscian and want to create a rhythm or record the song yourself? With Youtube, I can't stop you, but I would be interested in hearing it. If you're aware of my moonlighting as a video shooter on Youtube as Marie McIntosh and enjoy my voice, then IF, and only IF there is interest in actually hearing me sing. I have, like, been trained in half a dozen art forms. Singing was not one of them.

Song copyright: held by Jeannine McIntosh, circa 16/12/17

STORY NOTES: This could slot in to after Bobbi Morse was recovered from that ship in outer space... or for the MCUers who were flabbergasted that Laura existed (like me). Since the first is what actually inspired it, it's probably worded funny. Sorry.

Natasha Romanoff was kind of surprised that Clint's wife was being so… nice, for lack of a better word, about him shacking up with her in in the other woman's absence. That is, until you saw the tremble in the other woman's chin. The way her eyes glittered on occasion.

Now, Natasha was not a homewrecker, in that, her partner's wife had been insistent. Natasha had stepped in and held the man she had loved and that Natasha did love through the trials his own wife had not been there for.

And, okay, Nat was a teeny bit suspicious, but come on! The (quite soon to be, actually) ex-wife of her partner was okay with the redhead fucking the mans' brains out. Her suspicions were confirmed when she found the woman seated on a roof in New York, singing a sad song and tapping out the beat by drumming her heels against the wall.

Who we are, baby,

Isn't who we were,

You know, from back

When you were him,

And I was her

Listening to the song itself makes Nat a little sad. After all, Clint is pretty lovable, and it's not his fault he moved on. He thought the other woman was so long gone he'd never find her, and yet… she was there, tangible and looking at him with longing.

Not that the idiot realized what his ex was offering.

If he had, Natasha would've been the one to walk away.

Before we broke,

Before we called it quits,

Oh, baby, please!

Don't forget to remember me.

Because she loved Clint. Adored him and trusted him and walking away would've ripped her to pieces, but she would've done it. Because he deserved that much, for what he'd done for her. But he either remained oblivious or just didn't care that the other woman who loved him still did.

You and your new girl,

You're giving this thing

called romance a whirl

And I'm happy for you,

I am!

But god, please,

Don't forget to remember me.

As Nat said, she didn't blame Clint's ex for being hung up on him. She'd barely had time to think about surviving, let alone whether she still loved the most human hero the Avengers had to offer. So Nat had let it be.

She trusted Clint too much not to.

I'm not asking for

A wall in your home,

A place in your heart

The other woman never intruded, somehow. Anything she asked of Clint was in a group setting that didn't interfere with his Natasha-time, though Natasha herself rarely attended.

Just.

God, please!

Don't forget to remember me.

So intent on watching the other woman sing, was Natasha, that she didn't realize Clint had found a higher vantage point.

Neither did the singer.

Can't you do that?

Love her,

But remember me?

Clint's inaudible sigh was the only indication he gave that he felt anything over this impromptu performance. He then maintained silence, startled when Natasha spoke once his ex was back on sturdy ground.

I loved you,

And you loved me,

So, please

"I almost didn't give in, when he first approached me about this, you know." Eyes unwavering, the woman almost snaps back but you did!

And then Clint drops down from his vantage point, frowning at them.

Please!

"I," He says with quiet intractability

"Could not forget either of you, but…" He pauses, weighing the words.

Remember Me.

"Natasha wasn't my first love, but she'll be my last." Heavy words. A promise to his partner-lover who looks at him with joy so restrained, he only knows it's there because he knows her.

And he would feel bad, saying this to the woman who was his wife, but… he meant what he said. Natasha will be his last love, and his most enduring.

He loved her, deep and true, when they were younger, he was far less tested.

He shelved it because it hurt so bad to hear "Love is for children." So often. He'd moved on, he thought, he hoped.

It took exactly one specific thing to prove him wrong: Loki. But by then… things had changed. And now things had changed again. But. They hadn't changed too late as they had for Steve, almost for Tony, Bruce and Bucky.

No.

He had his woman, and he wasn't letting her go.

REMEMBER ME

While one woman was cradled in the arms of the man she loved, another lay in the dark, vowing to move on, if only to remove the sorrow from Clint's eyes, the concern and slight camaraderie from Natasha's.

Are we ready for some Bucky/OC? She's a Scheherazade, so watch out!