Clint smiled to himself as he watched the red-head next to him sleep peacefully. Her chest rose and fell in a perfect rhythm. Clint was so thankful that the blaster hadn't hit her lungs. Her red hair was sprawled across the pillow and in tangles from a night of sleep. She had her legs tucked up slightly, but not up to her stomach. Her right foot was barely touching Clint's leg, but the small feeling was amazing to him. Her left arm was draped across her stomach and her fingertips barely reached the thick white bandage that was wrapped around her side. After a week and a half in the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier infirmary under intensive watch by the best doctors around, Nat had just been allowed to go home yesterday. She'd been really week though, and had spent all of yesterday lying in bed or on the couch. Clint could tell she was still hurting pretty bad even though she refused to take the hydrocodone and would only take simple Tylenol. It was seven in the morning and Clint had planned to go for a run, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the gorgeous red haired assassin lying next to him. Natasha groaned and opened her eyes. She blinked a few times and grabbed at her side. She groaned and gritted her teeth at the pain.

"Nat?" Clint asked worriedly. She closed her eyes and shook her head slowly, telling him to leave her be for a second. "Nat please take something stronger. At least some Loritab." Clint tried patiently. Natasha shook her head and opened her eyes to look at him again. He could see the pain in them and it broke his heart to see his wife in so much pain.

"I'm fine. Quit worrying so much." She told him, slightly annoyed. Clint smiled and shook his head at her adorable stubbornness. He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She was smiling when he pulled away.

"I'm so glad you're okay Nat." Clint reminded her. Natasha smiled.

"Me too. I just wish the body healed faster. Why can't we have accelerated regeneration like Steve?" She complained and pushed herself up so she was sitting. She grunted as she did so and stopped for a second to hold her side. Clint chuckled and positioned a pillow behind her head and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Can I get you something?" Clint asked. Natasha shook her head.

"I'm fine." She breathed. Clint nodded, but he wasn't convinced.

"Alright, I'm going to get a shower. Yell if you need anything. I better find you in the bed when I get back." Clint warned and kissed her on the cheek before climbing out of bed and wandering into the bathroom. Nat sighed and leaned heavily onto her pillow. She hated feeling so useless, but it really did hurt her immensely. Her spleen had been pretty damaged and they had almost removed it. So she knew she had a long way to go. Patience had never been her strong suit, so the next week of mandatory bed rest was going to kill her. Her hand went instinctively to the small gold arrow on her necklace, and she rubbed her finger tips over it several times. Marrying Clint had been one of the best days of her life, and she hated that they were keeping it a secret from the rest of the team. The less that people knew about it, the less likely they were to use that against them. As assassins, capture was always a possible outcome, and the less personal stuff out in the open the less there was for someone to use as a weak spot. Nat took a deep breath, and winced when the action caused a sharp pain to occur. She was so sick of being injured and dependent on Clint to help her with nearly everything. She wanted to get back into the training room and ultimately the field. Nat was almost asleep again when Clint wandered back into the bedroom with only his boxers on. He smiled at her and walked over to his dresser to get out some clothes.

"You could just wander around in your boxers." Natasha suggested as Clint pulled on some blue jeans. Clint smiled and shook his head.

"I love you." He chuckled. Nat smiled back at him.

"I love you too. It's nice to be able to spend all of my time here with you, and not have to be at the apartment whenever someone wants to find me at an odd time." She told him. Clint smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad Fury told me to watch you while you recover in front of everyone. We get to live like an actual couple for a while." He agreed.

"Will you help me into the tub?" Nat asked him. Clint pulled his shirt on over his head.

"Absolutely. I'll go start the bath water. Hold on." Clint told me and ran off. Nat sighed and pulled her feet slowly out from under the covers. She swung them slowly out of bed and placed her hands on the bed. She took a deep breath and put her feet flat on the bed. She could faintly hear Clint flicking the water on. Nat pushed herself slowly so that she was standing. Incredible pain shot through her side and she cried out loudly before her knees buckled and she started to fall. Clint caught her right before she would have hit the ground. "Nat! What were you thinking?!" He asked, more worried than angry at her. Apparently she was in enough pain that she was crying, and the Black Widow wasn't one to cry.

"I thought I was sick of being dependent on you for everything." Nat told him grimacing. She was grabbing her side and gasping at the pain while a few tears slid out of her eyes and down her cheek.

"Are you okay, why are you in this much pain?" Clint asked.

"I think I ripped some stitches." Nat told him and removed her hand from her side. The previously white bandage was now red.

Hey guys, I really liked this so I'm going to try and make it a multi-chapter story. Let me know what you guys think! Read and Review!