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WARNING: AVENGERS SPOILERS

When they got back, Natasha was put under intense surveillence and care.

For once, the tough master assassin looked frail and small through the smudged viewing glass of the medical bay.

Despite Fury pushing for Clint to treat his wounds, Clint refused, and took to watching over Natasha instead, day and night.

He couldn't sleep, and when he could nightmares flooded every chamber of his mind of the incident. A lot of them were about Natasha not waking up, and dying before him.

He couldn't stand it.

He couldn't be near fire or hear the words 'bomb' or 'warehouse' because he couldn't bear it.

When Natasha did heal up, Clint swore to himself he would never let her get into another accident, even if it meant disobeying every order Fury had commanded.

One year later...

"Clint, you need to get up!" Her voice echoed in his mind. "Get up, hurry!"

He lay still, un-moving. What fate awaited him if he sat up? Surely not a good one. His hand raked his back for his bow and arrows that he knew weren't there.

This was it.

This was the end.

Clint felt the hand grab his leg, and he knew that this was it, this was truly it.

Natasha pulled him up and slammed him back into the mat, laughing all the while.

She looked down at him, lying and groaning on the training mat. "Told you I'd kick your ass at training."

"That's only because you took my arrows away and snapped my bow." He mutters, laying still.

"Would you like to testify?" Natasha grins, then kneeling down to help him up. Her red hair had grown back and was tied back in a ponytail. Her face had healed nicely, but there was no hiding the burn scars the lingered near her ear. Her hands seemed fine and could work just as well, but Clint couldn't look at them without imagining the shiny blood that once glistened in the moonlight.

"There's a reason I use arrows," He said, taking her hand gingerly, "And there's also a reason I disagreed that you couldn't kick my ass."

"You use arrows because you're lame and you suck at using guns." She said, wiping her sweaty hands on her tight white t-shirt. "And you disagreed to the fact that I could kick your ass because... Well actually, I don't know the reason to that one."

"I disagreed because I was going easy on you," He lied, "and I also don't hit girls."

Natasha frowned. "Would you like to say that last part again?"

"I also don't-"

"BLACK WIDOW! HAWKEYE, REPORT!" Fury's voice boomed on the P.A. in the training room.

"Ah, that's Fury," Natasha's grin reappeared. "Always saving your sorry ass."

Clint opened his mouth to protest, but Fury relentlessly called them again.

"Meet me in the meeting room immedietly!" Fury yelled. "AND WHEN I SAY IMMEDIETLY I MEAN RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

"But-" Natasha started, but Fury continued.

"NO QUESTIONS!" He barked. "NOW!"

Natasha groaned. "It better be good," She muttered, looking at her training outfit of black short shorts and white t-shirt.

"Don't worry," Clint commented, looking at his own training clothes, which he found that he looked less impressive in, "You look fine." He was wearing grey shorts and a green t-shirt, which was probably a size too small for him, because it was squeezing his lungs out.

They walked through the halls together to the meeting room, and together, peeked through the slightly ajar door.

There sat Fury wearing his usual pissed off look at the long end of the table, there was a slightly pulled out chair on his left, Thor to his right, Bruce Banner next to the empty chair, and Steve Rogers next to Thor. Clint took a seat next to Steve, and Natasha silently took a seat next to Bruce.

At that moment, the door swung wider open, and Tony Stark stood there, wearing Ray Ban sunglasses, and a leather jacket over his Led Zeppelin t-shirt and jeans.

"Hey, everyone's here!" Tony grinned, but Fury was not amused. "Where's da par-tay at?"

Fury gestured to the seat beside him, and Tony silently obeyed, walking to the chair that was pulled out for him.

"Everyone," Fury began, "Ask Stark why you're all here."

Everyone turned on Tony, but he didn't shy away.

"You're why I'm here in this air-conditioned room in just my shorts and t-shirt?" Natasha's face was knit with annoyance. "I should kill you. Right. Now."

"Please don't, sweetheart." Tony grinned wildly. "Oh Clint, were you always so toned? Because you look good!" He let out a high-pitched gleeful scream.

Clint felt himself flush slightly red, not because of Tony, but because Natasha was staring at him.

"Stark." Clint said, regaining his composure. "Why are we here?"

"Uh..." Tony glanced at Bruce momentarily. "There are god of mischief shaped holes in my floor the last time we were together, so I'm guessing this has something to do with that."

"It wasn't Bruce's fault." Steve proclaims. "It was the-"

"Oh be quiet Capsicle," Tony interrupts. "What do you know?"

Steve looked really offended, but also like he had no idea what just happened.

Thor stayed quiet, slowly pulling over to bowl of nuts that were in the middle of the table.

"You know what, just shut the hell up." Fury said impatiently. "I'll tell you why! Stark here decided that it was going to be fun to make a little time capsule."

"Yeah... So...?" Natasha looked confused, and she shivered in the cold slightly.

"Not just any capsule," Fury adds, "One that will actually cause you to be able to do time travel."

"And then let me guess," Clint said, "Sparky lost it."

"I didn't lose it!" Tony snapped, "I... Misplaced it."

"And now we have to clean up after him." Steve concluded.

"Oh, whoop de fricking doo." Natasha said sarcastically, twirling her finger in the air. "How come it seems everytime something happens, it's always Tony Stark's fault?"

"What? Excuse me, but how was the other thing with the Tessaract my fault?" He retaliated, but no one answered him. "Come on Thor, you gotta be on my side."

Thor's mouth hung slightly open, chewed up nuts inside. He swallowed. "My friend Tony," He said, popping another nut into his mouth. "I wish I could aid you, but I'm afraid our other friends are correct."

"Oh, who needs you?" Tony muttered, turning to Bruce and giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Don't you guys understand?" Bruce suddenly said loudly, standing up. "If Tony lost the object of time-travel, it could fall into the wrong hands! The world could blow up!"

"That's not the worse part." Fury added. "Stark also thought it was a great idea if added your DNA strands into it."

"That's the only way it would work, Captain Hook!" Tony argued against Fury, "It needed 5 DNA strands, and I..." He stopped and hesitantly continued. "Just... So... Happened to have your strands on hand..."

"Wow, that's definitely not creepy at all," Clint commented.

"Shut up, birdbrain!"

"That's better than being a tin-man!"

"Pigeon-head!"

"Metal brain!"

"Ladies please, you're both beautiful," Natasha says dryly, making Bruce smile wryly.

"Y'all ain't making any sense!" Fury hollers, "Now shut the fuck up, and find that stupid capsule that Stark lost!"

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