"This is just like Budapest all over again." -Natasha Romanoff
"You and I remember Budapest very differently." -Clint Barton; The Avengers
"Hey Nat?" Clint called over his shoulder as he fired three arrows in rapid succession.
"What?!" She demanded as she tore her way through the crowd, dodging bullets and kicks.
"I may be wrong, but if I'm not and this is the last chance I have to ask... will you marry me?" he yelled, ducking as a man rushed at him. He quickly took care of him and moved onto another rebel, turning swiftly at the choked, wet sound of someone being stabbed in their throat. Natasha stood before him, dagger dripping with blood.
She locked cool eyes on him and pointedly shook her head.
"I'm sorry Clint," she murmured quietly.
He nodded, giving her a strained smile. "Forget about it, Nat." He fired another arrow. "'s not important."
Her hand reached out. "Wait, Clint-" An explosion cut through the air, halting her words.
"Let's go!" Clint grabbed her hand and pulled her after him, missing the inner turmoil raging in Natasha's eyes.
~Several weeks later.~
"Clint." Turning at the sound of his name, he was unsurprised to see Natasha.
"Hey Nat," he threw her a grin. "What's up?"
She pursed her lips, shrugging her shoulder as she came to sit beside him.
He looked at her for a few more seconds before turning back to lacing up his boots. He froze when he heard her whisper. Spinning back to look at her, Clint asked a quiet "What?"
She locked her eyes on him. "Will you," a pause. "marry me?"
Clint stared at her for a long moment, eyes searching for something. Finally, he opened his mouth to answer when Natasha's phone rang.
Her eyes didn't leave his as she answered, "Romanoff."
She listened and nodded, "We'll be right in."
"Mission?" his voice was strained.
She tore her eyes away and nodded, a lump forming in her throat.
She sprung up from the bed and walked away briskly, barely noticing him call, "Wait, Tasha!"
Halting at the feel of his hand on her arm, she still refused to turn to him. "We have a mission." she stated quietly.
He pulled her into his arms. "Yes."
She tugged away weakly, "So we should go."
He tilted her head up. "No Tasha. Yes."
She stared for a minute before pressing her lips to his. Clint's hand came up to tangle in her hair as she looped her arms around his neck.
Someone cleared their throat behind them. Breaking apart, they turned to see Coulson.
He offered them a smile. "Are congratulations in order?"
Prompt/headcanon:
Budapest is where Clint proposed to Natasha, thinking that they were going to die, only for her to turn him down. Unbeta'd.
