Waiting
Based off 'Waiting on the Day' by John Mayer
Natasha- Waiting on the day, When my thoughts are my own.
Panic rose in the young red heads throat, as a doctor walked towards her with a needle. She needed re-conditioning, that's what she was told. The fear was useful, it wouldn't get her anywhere, but she couldn't stop it. She didn't want to forget him, the gray-eyed assassin that she met in Budapest. She wanted to remember the way it felt when he held her, the way their lips molded together, the way he made the nightmares go away.
They told her she failed, she was supposed to destroy SHIELD by taking out their best agent, Hawkeye or as she knew him, Clint Barton. He was still alive and, despite her failure, she was glad. And now, she was going to forget it all. It would become a dream that came to her in the middle of the night, only to have it be forgotten when she wakes.
Clint- When this house is my home, And plans are made.
He couldn't help but stare at the apartment building that he once called home. They had lived there for almost a year, when he wasn't on mission. Then she disappeared. And he couldn't find her, anywhere. All he had was a note that read Sorry. in her beautiful handwriting. He still had the apartment, he would always have it. It held to many memories for him to get rid of it. He walked to the familiar elevator, the same one where he met her, and smiled a sad little smile. In the end, he could never get rid of the apartment, not because to of the memories but because it was one of the fell things they would always share, no matter if they lived there or not. It was theirs and only theirs.
A/N: What do you think? I might (and plan to) continue this if I get say about twenty comments. I'd settle for more.