A/N: This chapter was written by Sandie Brody for me because we decided one chapter each, so the next chapter will be written by me! The story is on both of our accounts so it doesn't matter which one you read it of. The only thing is, there will be a slight delay in putting up chapters written by the other one as we pass files along.

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Marvel/Avengers or its characters/storylines.

I can't believe she is gone...

She is the other half of me...

I will never forgive myself about what happened about 2 months ago...

It was my fault...

I should have protected her more...

I watched as they took her...

Took her away from me...

I wanted to help...

But I couldn't help...

I still have the scars...

I need to help her...

I need to save her...

All that I need to do is to go after her...

I need to...

I need to..

I have to save her...

Nobody can help me now...

This is all up to me now...

All up to me!

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FLASHBACK:

Guns were blazing and explosions rocked the earth.

Natasha was running and jumping to avoid them.

It was the masked men who were attacking them.

They were after her...

"Hawkeye, a little help over here!" She shouted down the comms.

"I'm I little tied up here give me a moment!" Came the reply.

Sometimes she didn't know who was backing up who?

She ran around a pile of rubble.

She surveyed the scene, she looked up to the roof of a partly destroyed building.

Great her partner wasn't there...

She stood up and was suddenly grabbed from behind, she thought for a moment it was Clint...

But it wasn't, "Don't move or I'll shoot!" Hissed the figure.

The barrel of the gun pressed against her head...

"Walk!" It ordered...

She decided to follow, and walked towards a black van...

Clint had climbed off the roof and was heading towards the spot where he last saw Natasha...

He stood in the middle of all the dust and smoke... He started coughing...

He noticed two figures heading for a black van...

"Natasha!" He croaked. While in a fit of coughing.

But they were gone!

"NATASHA!" He cried.

'SWIPE' Pain ran across Clint's back and he turned around, a masked dude had a knife in his head with blood on it!

He fought back but the fight ended when the butt of the knife and hit him round the back of his head...

S.H.I.E.L.D agents ended the battle and Phil Coulson stood watching the destruction, he walked over to a bruised figure, he gasped quietly as he recognized who it was!

'What happened to you, Clint?" He thought...

So that was what had happened...

He spent only a week recovering but he never recovered from the deep pain in his heart, like he was missing someone important!

Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha,, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha...

That is all he can think of...

All he can think of...

Please R&R!

See you next time

JojotheObsessedFish