Clint breathed out lightly watching the sun hit her face and make her hair an even more beautiful red.
"Get it together Clint." He mumbled to himself, turning away from her only to glance back and notice she was watching him.
"What?" He asked, blinking at the sun glinting in his eyes.
"You were staring at me." She said, shifting uncomfortably in front of his gaze.
"Was I? I must have zoned out while I was thinking." He said, blushing a brilliant shade of red.
She sighed, "Listen Clint, I like you. But we both know that one of us isn't going to make it out of here."
"You think it's me."
"I think it's which ever one of us doesn't jump high enough, run fast enough... or watch their footing." She said, a look of guilt and fear crossing her expression for a split second.
"I guess we'll just have to watch out for each other." Clint said, stepping to the edge of the roof.
"Why would you trust me enough to watch your back?"
"You have yet to give me a reason to not."
"You've seen my files, you've seen the red I've got in my ledger. Why trust me?"
"You remind me of someone. Someone I trusted."
"That's past tense Barton."
"They trusted me, I let them down. Some blood you can't wash off your hands no matter how long or hard you scrub." Clint said, his breath shuddering slightly.
"I know." Natasha said, trying to look Clint in the eye.
Clint refused to look up, he didn't want Nat to see him cry. Not now.
"I don't guess you have food with you?" She said, looking around so Clint could wipe his eyes.
"Afraid not. I must have eaten all my rations already."
"Well I guess were going to have to find something to eat. Follow me, I found an old, school cafeteria about a block over." Nat said, trying to figure the best way to get off the roof.
(10 minutes later at the cafeteria)
"Well I don't think we'll be finding any food here." Clint said, looking around at what was left of the cafeteria.
"Relax Barton, I've got some stores here. It'll be able to keep us going for about 3 days, but we'll have to move on after we run out."
"It would have lasted you at least a week." Clint said, sounding almost guilty.
"I wouldn't have been here that long anyway."
"Did you hear that?" Clint whispered quickly.
"Of course I did. Be quiet, and head up those stairs to get a better look." Natasha said, silently stepping away from Clint's side.
