Between Facebook, recently joining Tumblr and having a Jeremy Renner marathon...I didn't think I'd EVER finish this chapter, but, here it is FINALLY!

This is HawkWidow! 3 (MY FAVE NON-GAY SHIP((I know, I'm scared too))

So, you might say this takes place after Tasha knocks the shit out of Clint and right before the two have that heartwarming talk :D

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MINOR SPOILERS!

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Avengers

He'll wake long enough to see his good work...and when he screams...

Green eyes shot open as the harsh words faded away with the repeating nightmare. When the words were first spoken, she had only shown "fear" and a "broken" assassin to lure out the truth that Loki was hiding. In all honesty though, those words hurt more than any wound she had ever received through her work. Her sobbing hadn't been faked. Straightening from her resting position in the chair beside the bed, her gaze fell on the still form of her partner laying before her.

After she heard the news about Phil, she quickly rushed after the agents who were left to drag Clint away. They had almost taken him to a holding cell, but Natasha quickly changed their minds with her famous fearful glare. Without a word, they took him to the infirmary, but they still chose to strap him down like a prisoner.

As soon as they left, Natasha slammed and locked the door.

It had only been a few minutes but seeing him so motionless made it feel much longer. She knew that second hit wasn't necessary, but it was either that or continue fighting a fight she never dreamed she'd have to. A few more minutes slowly passed, then the eyes of the assassin saw slight movement in the fingers of the marksman. Her lips twitched as she fought back a smile, but her eyes spilled the truth of happiness.

Nearly hopping to her feet, Natasha took the marksman's hand. She gripped it softly as she leaned forward, putting herself eye to eye with the man. When he'd wake, she'd be the first one he'd see. "...Barton...?" He made no sound, but the return grip was reply enough for her. She let a small smile show as she softly ran her fingers through the man's hair.

"Open your eyes..."

As she spoke, tears fought at her eyes.

"...Please..."

The same tears only Loki was able to bring out.

-HawkWidow-

"You...cried, didn't you?"

His voice was hoarse and soft, but it made Natasha smile even more to hear her friend's voice again. The question seemed wrong though. She lowered her hand to his face and rubbed her thumb softly across his cheek. Clint was still in between conscious and unconscious, his eyes twitching softly as he became aware.

"...Funny..."

When his eyes finally opened, Natasha quickly pulled back seeing frosted blues.

It shouldn't have shocked her as much as it did, but a part of her had hoped that that hit to the head would have knocked some sense into the man. She also should have figured it wouldn't have gone so easily.

Regaining herself, she quickly tightened her grip on his hand, determination fueling her mind. "Barton!"

He glanced over her hand with a raised brow and a small smirk came to his face. It was a cold one...one that took Natasha back to the holding cell with Loki. "...Those threats..." "This is a child's prayer, pathetic." He shrugged chuckling softly, slowly running his gaze up her arm. "...Nothing, and yet..." "You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers." As he tried sitting himself up, he was stopped by the straps holding him down. The smirk grew as he pulled at them, thinking if he should break free or play along. His hand was tight around Natasha's. "But they are part of you and they will never go away."

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but Clint broke out into a fit of laughter. As he laughed he stomped his feet hard on the bed and jerked back on the straps. Muscles and veins struggling hard at the attempt. Natasha couldn't tell if it was him fighting the control Loki still had, or if it was Loki fighting to take back his pawn.

Either way, he wouldn't leave this room...not until cured.

-HawkWidow-

Natasha tightened her grip. "Barton...I need you to listen to me!" She leaned closer, ignoring the squirming and laughter. "You can stop this..." She winced at the grip Clint kept on her hand, but she didn't care. It was proof that this wasn't just a dream. Fear thrown aside, she reached forward and took Clint's face in her hand once more. "Calm down...listen..." Clint jerked his head to the side, biting his lip as he fought more oncoming laughter. Quickly Natasha pulled his gaze back to her. "...Listen to me!" She softly smiled, petting his face once more. "Just...look at me...and do, NOTHING else..."

He did just that, and Natasha couldn't help but let out a relieved smile.

...She wasn't relieved though.

A master negotiator no matter who it came to. Be it master spy or a man who had nothing to live for, thus gave nothing. She had the ability to ALWAYS get what she wanted.

"A lovely lady with a snake's tongue." Phil had often called her that when he read through her reports. Now was different though, for she couldn't get a single word out without it being a repeated one or of her begging.

She was speechless...

Catching the loss in her eyes, his body loosened as he narrowed his eyes. There was silence between them...and Natasha felt hope. Suddenly, Clint jerked forward, pulling HARD on the straps. His eyes and body held all the feelings he carried when ever it came to a death riddled mission. "I won't touch Barton! Not until I make him kill you, slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear!" His words were spoken with venom! Natasha felt she was staring back in fear at Loki once more. She was with him, not Clint.

Just as fast as Clint tensed, his body loosened once more and he dropped back onto the bed so suddenly. His head fell back onto the pillow as he let out a cry. Loki's control was finally slipping and Clint could finally fight back.

Being alone, Natasha wasn't afraid to let emotion cover her face. Her eyes watered as she watched Clint squirm before her...groaning in pain. Tightening her grip hard enough to turn her knuckles white, she let a tear fall.

A tear of fear, sadness, and happiness.

There ya have it! Some beautiful HawkWidow.

This idea came to me in a dream. It was very short and consisted of Clint yelling at Tasha, repeating the whole "I won't touch Barton!" line.

...Was quite traumatic...yet awesome. (I FREAKIN LOVE/FEAR THAT LINE!)

So...if anyone is Ooc that's why...

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