A/N- This is my first Avengers fanfic so if you have any constructive criticism that would be pretty cool, let me know what you think. I'm doing it as a little one shot but might turn it into a story so tell me if you think I should continue.
Disclaimer- Sadly I do not own the Avengers or any other things that you might have seen somewhere else because if I did, there would be lots of Clintasha and there would be a film named Budapest.
The mission had gone wrong. She doesn't know how or when, it just did. Now here she was, facing her target as he cocks his gun and aims it at her heart.
Her mind is racing with thoughts of what could have twisted the fate of this mission, and as she looks back at the gun, she allows her thoughts to wander to that one man.
She remembers him helping her, setting her free. She remembers how he holds her in the middle of the night after her past steals her sleep. She remembers the solo missions and fearing for each other's lives. She remembers them both patching each other up and she remembers how no matter what, he always finds her and he always brings her to safety.
So if he always finds her, where is he now as she stands weakly, her legs threatening to drop her, looking down the barrel of a gun.
Slowly, she begins to give up, she begins to think that he'll never find her. She begins to lose herself and she does something in that moment, something they haven't been trained to do. She asks her target to shoot her. She gives up.
Her target agrees without a word, pulling the trigger as her legs crumple beneath her and he hits the ground with an almost silent thump.
As she lay there, her eyes drifting closed, she hears the sound of her target falling to the ground with a large thud and hears footsteps, loud and quick.
Suddenly, she's being rolled over, a slight gasp of pain involuntarily escaping her lips, and she looks up into the eyes of that one man that she trusts so much, that one man that she loves so much, but refuses to admit it.
And as she looks up into the blue eyes that belong to her saviour, Natasha knows she is safe, no matter what her fate may be, she is safe in his arms. One word escapes her lips as she drifts into unconsciousness.
"Clint"