So here is yet another Clintasha fic for you all to enjoy. I dont own them. All reviews are more than appreciated! :D
"So, what would you think if we got married, Nat?"
The question is asked so casually one night, curled up against each other on the couch while watching some nauseatingly cheesy romantic comedy that it almost succeeds in hiding the worlds of meaning that the question holds. Almost.
Natasha had found the ring not too long ago of course; snooping through Clint's stuff had become something of a habit out of boredom.
Not that she would ever tell him, of course. She had to let him keep his pride.
When she looked up he was fumbling to pull a small, velvet box out of his pocket and she almost laughed at his awkward attempt to do so without moving the arm that was casually flung over her shoulder.
"What?" he asked her, ears reddening slightly.
"You're ridiculous, that's what," she responded with a grin, sitting up.
Clint was the first person she had trusted, the first person that she really cared for. She always wondered what he saw in her when he made the call not to kill her. It had to be more than "she's a potential asset," because the "potential" would have had her killed immediately.
She knows now that it was "she's something worth saving."
Clint had now gotten on one knee in front of her, and she clasped a hand over her heart in an overly dramatic fashion.
Clint was the only person she was openly...silly with. The only person she could really let go and joke around with. She relished in ever minute of it, loving the free feeling that came with removing the serious and deadly face she put on for work.
He was really the first person to make her smile, even if at the time it was more of a half-grimace. Soon that smile became a grin, soon that grin became a quiet chuckle, and before she knew it she was laughing along side him. He was really the only person that could make her laugh. Sure the rest of the team-even Stark on a rare occasion- could provoke an upturn of her lips, Clint was the only one who could victoriously claim that he had made the Black Widow laugh.
Committing homicide for a living...it does something to you. Natasha had learned years ago how to bury and squash her feelings to dust. To her that was necessary to survive in this business. Emotions are a liability.
Especially love.
But Clint... there was always something... free about him. He's not as weighed down by his past as the rest of them. There's something about him that's like an overgrown child that Natasha can't help but secretly envy.
It had taken her a long time to begin to open up to him, to open up to the possibility of light in her dark world.
To open up to love.
Their partnership was infamous; no one at S.H.E.I.L.D could honestly say they'd ever seen anything like it. The way they worked together was uncanny; they perfectly balanced each other out and worked together flawlessly. To those in the organization who still believe in fate after all this time, it could not be any more meant to be.
"So…will you?" Hawkeye asked, opening the tiny box to reveal a simple diamond ring. He could hardly meet her eyes, and Natasha thought it was adorable.
She nodded rapidly, frantically, a smile blooming across her face.
He placed the ring on her finger, grinning like a fool.
"But I'm not making you dinner. Or breakfast. Or ironing your clothes."
Clint just laughed.
Ugh, that was so sickeningly sweet it's hurting my teeth. Let me know what you think! :D