Author's Note: Hi there everyone! I am so sorry for the long absence! For a while I was just uninspired and then I lost my password and then I had heavy dental problems and was kind of on the drugged side. But I'm back and you can expect regular chapters from now on. Especially since this chapter had to be cut in two due to length.

You may have noticed the first fic in this 'verse, "Uncompromised" was taken down because the puritanical people who run things around here though an M rating wasn't enough of a warning about it. So I although I re-posted I'm being very, very careful about smut. So fair warning-things get steamy in this chapter.

Also I made up some Asgardian words. I don't know Norse or much about their mythology to be honest. So bear with me please. Now on to the fic!

BlackHawk Down: The year of getting to know us Part one

Hellicarrier: November 2006-Febuary 2007

This new dynamic couldn't be any weirder, she decides.

For one thing her new base of operations (not that she really had an old one-it was more of mobile command center made up of her brain) is a floating air craft carrier. Only it floats in the sky, not on the ocean. Most of the time. Her new boss has one eye and still manages to have the most intimidating stare she's ever seen. She's afraid of him. Even Barton she thinks is afraid of him.

Then there's agent Barton. The oh so congenial and gentlemanly man who helped her kill more than two dozen men to save her life and the life for a teenage boy probably not worth saving and then talked to her over tea and cookies (well, coffee and scotch really) about changing her life like he was a college recruiter.

She doesn't know anything about him at first but she knows he's more of a sniper than a fighter and she knows that means unlimited patience and the ability to make split second life or death decisions.

She is not a sniper which means she isn't patient by any means and the first two days of sitting in a bare cell waiting for the mysterious director of the agency to make a decision as to her fate is nerve-wracking. She's fairly sure that Barton will be ordered to kill her again and then she might have to kill him-something she's prepared to do but will regret seeing as she owes him her life for helping her out in the firefight in Paris.

She's just counted every dot in every panel of the ceiling when her cell door swings open and agent Barton walks in, accompanied by a tall black man wearing an eye patch.

It's like everyone around here thinks they're living in the 17th century she swears. Bows and arrows and eye patches-it's almost laughable.

"I'm Commander Fury" the black man says, his voice deep and she can tell by the inflection-prone to both laughter and heavy swearing. "I run this place."

"Nice to meet you" she says, every inch as polite as the Red Room charm teachers would have wanted.

"Barton here tells me you'd make an incredible asset. That's pretty high praise from him."

"I wouldn't know about that" she says modestly.

In the corner Barton snorts, obviously amused.

"Good. If that's the case then Barton, kill her."

"Sorry sir" Barton says, leaning against the gray cell wall and crossing his arms over his chest, "can't kill a girl for being modest."

"What the hell did you do to my best man Romanov?" Natasha startles momentarily because Fury says her name with the Russian pronunciation.

"Nothing" she says, because honestly she has no idea why Barton decided to save her life. He would have been fine up there in those rafters and she would have been taken down in a 20 to 1 fight. She can tell by Barton's eyes and the way he moves and those ridiculously accurate arrows he shot that he's as good as she is at this business- and you don't get good at being an assassin by sparing people's lives. Much less saving them.

"Well" Fury says, looking highly displeased, "the point is you're here and you're alive and apparently willing to work with us-is that true?"

She nods. She doesn't know exactly why but Barton's clichéd talk about redemption (he knew it was a cliché as he was saying it to she could tell he was a moment away from rolling his eyes at all times) struck a chord with her but it did. The idea of wiping out some of the red in her ledger is an incredibly appealing thought.

"Then I'm sticking the two of you together for the time being" Fury glares and her and then turns his stare on Barton, "that should teach you some lessons about bringing strays home. Both of you are going to go through new agent training before you're let out in the field again."

"Sir I don't really think that's necessary-" Barton looks irritated. It's not a look Natasha would like trained on her.

"You're dam right its necessary! Until two days ago this woman was on our to do list-now you just want me to turn around and throw her out in the field? It's not gonna happen. And you could apparently use a refresher course on agent protocol anyway."

Barton yes sirs with a resigned face. And this is how their partnership starts.

..

One of the first things she does is steal his file and get to know it intimately. It startles her to learn he is the infamous Hawkeye (even if she's never heard of SHEILD-they're too hush-hush apparently for someone on the outskirts of the intelligence community to know about them -though she's sure the red room knew and never bothered to inform her- she's heard of him) apparently the best marksman ever to come out of the US of A. She still doesn't get the thing with the bow (it must be easier to use a gun surely?) but it doesn't seem to affect his performance at all so she mentally lets it go.

He's fourteen years older than her not ten like she initially thought. But then she's young for this game-only twenty one and already killing for seven years. He became partially deaf in an explosion caused by the accidental detonation of one of his explosive arrows but SHEILD fixed him up with an experimental surgery. The hearing loss only lasted three months but he learned to sign and read lips anyway. And his eyesight is amazing-far better than twenty/twenty. It lets him see from far off distances without the use of a sniper scope-which is good she thinks because there's nowhere to put one on a bow. His first name is Clinton but she think he'd probably go by Clint. He never asks her to call her that so she doesn't ask him to call her Natasha. Apparently they're going to be nice and formal with each other.

They go through new agent training together which is like boot camp only there's a chance you might die during it. SHEILD doesn't coddle its agents so its head first in the deep water end of the pool.

Most of what they do Natasha knows already-and it's clear Barton does. She learns from the hushed whispers of the other new agents (most of whom are like Hawkeye groupies-if Barton was so inclined he could have a different young attractive woman for company every night for a week) that Barton is SHEILDS top agent- the go got man for any tough undercover op and the absolute only option for any kind of difficult assassination. It's clear from what she learn that he has never failed to complete to an order (though she learns he doesn't always follow them to the letter) until he came back from Paris with her trailing behind him in handcuffs instead of in a body bag.

It's absolutely, positively, one hundred percent crystal clear that most of SHEILD believes he spared her life because he thought she'd make a good fuck.

She doesn't mind the gossip. She was patently surprised in Paris when it was clear that he didn't expect her to sleep with him and frankly she's been waiting for him to take an opening and suggest that because she owes him her life she could pay the debt back with her body.

It's not something she'd be totally opposed to-he's a nice looking man Barton. Handsome face, the great posture of a military man and a pair of absolutely drool worthy arms that are carved and sculpted from years of archery practice. She could sleep with him and have it be the most amazing experience of his life and consider them squared.

Only she gets the impression from the way Barton acts and moves and talks-that that isn't something he wants.

He wants something from her she knows or he never would have spared her. Snipers always have reason for doing what they do. She just doesn't know what it is.

So they train. Pathetic gun cleaning drills and hand to hand combat maneuvers and running through how to use SHEILDS com systems and computers. There's even a kind of foreign affairs special briefing that keeps them up to date on the most volatile situations in the world that they may be called in to deal with.

It's all a colossal waste of her time but she endures it without complaint until one day a man named Agent Coulson shows up.

Coulson comes back from a six week posting in the Sudan right when new agent training is wrapping up and Natasha and Barton are getting prepared to go into the field for the first time.

Barton knows he should have been bored out of his mind for the last month and a half but he's been spider watching and that is nothing short of fascinating. The Black Widow is an amazing creature that he doesn't understand her at all.

Coulson is his one friend at SHEILD (for some reason he just doesn't get along well with the other agents) and usually it's a little tough on Barton when they're on separate assignments for long periods. He hasn't seen him for six months now, because first he was infiltrating a biological weapons group and then he spent three months tracking down Romanoff.

He doesn't think of her as Natasha. It's too personal. He needs a partner-not a friend. And she's so cold it almost seems like she doesn't have a first name.

Well-not cold exactly. More like she's just never been exposed to how normal people act and think and talk. She's so controlled-so very controlled. He's never met a person who is wound any tighter than she is.

They've just gotten there first assignment when Coulson shows up. He'd been expecting taking down a human trafficking ring or a drug lord or maybe a den of pirates-something violent and brutal that lacked any kind of undercover finesse. The kind of thing that would showcase all of the Black Widow's skills with weaponry without getting into the tricky issues of how they have no clue about her loyalties yet.

Instead they're being sent to suburbia. Two dwellers of just out of town living (a dentists and his homemaker wife) are suspected of smuggling plutonium. The good kind that you could make a backpack nuke with. Something any suicide bomber would die to have (not the best analogy but still…)

Barton is just reading and re-reading his new cover (Jeremy Fusco, carpenter and high end house flipper-which is perfect considering the targets-name of Grant-want work done on their ranch house) when Coulson walks into his office.

Barton's office is small and tiny and doesn't even have a window and he spends no time there if he can help it. But Romanoff has uncovered most of his hiding places around the hellicarrier and now occupies them with the vicious leave me alone vibes she outputs so he has been relegated to hiding in his office.

"You know this is the last place I expected to find you" Coulson says, appearing from somewhere behind Barton by doing his inexplicable ninja thing. For a suit Coulson is surprisingly good at the spy stuff.

"Jesus Phil doesn't do that" Barton exaggerates his surprise by putting his hand over his heart. Phil is the only person in the world who can sneak up on him.

"Sorry" the older man's tone indicated he was not in fact, apologetic. "I'm here to supervise you and the new agent Romanoff in the field.

Barton stood up, knocking over a pile of semi-important documents as he did so. Training reports on new agents mostly as he was acting as de-facto instructor in the new agent course he was forced to take.

"This assignment is no good Phil" he says, struggling to fix the stack of papers, "the age difference is too big for anyone to believe we're a couple."

"It'll work" Coulson says, short on words as always, "she looks older than she is, and you look younger. No one will have a hard time believing it. Besides you saved her life-that's the kind of bond people can see."

"Maybe" Barton broods. Saving Romanoff's life wasn't really a question-not after what he saw in that warehouse. But that doesn't mean he trusts her. And it sure doesn't mean he wants to live in small house (compared to the hellicarrier) in suburbia with her for an untold amount of time.

"Not maybe. It'll work. And frankly we need to know if she's any good for deep cover as opposed to just hits."

"All right" Barton laces his fingers behind his head and sighs. He doesn't like it but he doesn't like half the missions he goes on and he still has to do it. "You meet her yet?"

"No." Barton may be imagining it but even Coulson sounds just a little bit afraid. A 21 year old assassin with a record as good and as long as Barton's when he's fourteen years her senior is a little intimidating. Even for Coulson. "I thought maybe you could make that happen."

….

December 3rd, 2012

Natasha manages to sleep for two hours that night despite the heavy presence of –well-everything weighing on her mind. Clint's memory loss. The baby. Thor's potential cure. The pregnancy must be exhausting her and snapping her strength because normally under this kind of stress she'd be up and pacing until something was resolved. Like the time Clint was almost killed four years ago or during his time with Loki.

Before the sun is up she's sitting in their floors common room, curled up in a large armchair with her feet tucked under her and a cup of (decaf-this no caffeine thing really sucks) tea in her hand. Waiting.

Clint's call sign isn't just a reference to his unusually good sight and accuracy-he also tends to be up with the birds, long before any sane person wants to be awake. Part of it's a throwback to his time with the circus and the military and part of it's just his natural rhythm. On weekdays anyway. Weekends are a different story and then he has to be pried out of bed.

But today is a Monday. She checks her watch. Any minute now.

The door to the room they always used to share (sleeping in the spare bedroom, without his familiar scent and arms surrounding her had been part of the reason for her insomnia the night before) clicks open and Clint walks out, looking more awake and aware than anyone has a right to be at 4:30 in the morning.

He stops at the end of the hallway-the best tactical position near the bedroom, close to the three exits and no way to get behind him- and scans the room. He seems surprised to see her there.

"Wido-I mean Nat. Good morning." The greeting is cautious but a hell of a lot more friendly than it had been the night before.

"Good morning Agent Barton" Natasha says, setting down her tea and standing and gently stretching. She doesn't miss the way his eyes travel up and down her body. The sensation of him watching her, checking for harm or just looking because he loved her is a familiar one and she means to enjoy it when she can.

Clint notices her noticing him staring and blushes slightly. "Sorry: he says, "We're teammates that wasn't appropriate-"

"We're married Clint" she says, using his first name for the first time since this whole mess started, "you can look as much as you like."

And just like that she can literally see the moment when it becomes an iron clad fact in his head that they've had sex.

She supposed he knew it intellectually before but now it's hitting him that their bodies had been together, naked, joined. As physically close to each other as two humans can get.

His stanch changes to something she recognizes as arousal and she feels an answering wave run through her body. Her breasts begin to tingle and she can feel wetness seeping out of her. Stupid pregnancy hormones. Now is not the time.

They stare at each other for what feels like hours, neither one of them making a move towards the other, both of them wanting to. Natasha is just about to buckle down and submit to her baser functions when the elevator door dings open and a demigod bursts through.

Damm. But they had agreed last night to start early.

"My Friends!" Thor booms, reaching for Clint to take him into one of his classic brothers-in-battle-hugs but even though Natasha knows Clint read the file on what has been dubbed the Manhattan incident she can see the look in his eye and before she can blink Thor is on the ground with one arm pinned behind his back and Clint's boot planted firmly on his spine.

Thor may be a hell of a lot stronger than any of the other Avengers (save the Hulk) but it's amazing what the advantage of surprise and a good understanding of physics can do. And all snipers are amateur physicists.

Tony's head pokes out of the elevator "you gonna do that to me if I come out?"

"Or us?" Bruce and Steve ask.

Natasha watches as an expression of intense confusion washes over Clint's face. Something inside of her is breaking for him.

"This is Thor Agent Barton" she says softly, "he came from Asgaurd to help you."

Slowly, reluctantly, Clint let's go of Thor, who bounds back up beaming. "It is fine my friends. I always enjoy a bit of sport before breaking my fast."

"Sorry" Clint says, holding out his hand to the demigod in apology.

"No trouble" Thor grasps Clint's hand and pumps it up and down heartily, "in truth I am most impressed you were able to take me down."

Natasha can't stand the pleasantries. Thor has a possible cure for Clint's problem and she just can't wait.

"Thor" she walks up to him and gently curls her hand around his arm-not failing to notice that Clint is watching her every move like the proverbial hawk he is- "I understand you have some sort of treatment for Agent Barton."

"Yes" The god of thunder frowns. "When Heimdall informed us of what my brother had done my father and I sat up and searched through the lore to discover a way to reverse the memory loss. Unfortunately as it is Loki's spell only Loki can undo it completely-"

Natasha feels something inside her crumple and identical frowns appear on Steve, Tony, Bruce and Clint's faces.

"- but there is something that can be done to make Agent Barton's memories more likely to return on their own-especially if proceeded by what we call the gestat- an emotional connection to people, places and things that will open the mind to what has been hidden from it."

Once again the stupid hormones acted up forcing unwilling tears to the edge of her eyes. Natasha did not want to cry. No one but Pepper knew anything of the assassin's relationship and when she and Clint had laughed in bed about how the big revel would go it was never anything like this. She had to hold it together.

"Thor went over the process with Tony and I as much as he could" Bruce spoke up, looking rumpled and sleepy in a plaid shirt and wrinkled khaki pants, "and as hard as it is translating magic into science that we can understand it seems like a kind of hypnosis combined with some sort of radiation that allows the mind to access memories being held in a fugue state-which is what Agent Barton's amnesia appears to be."

"I wasn't much help here" Tony said, uncharacteristically humble, "but the kind of radiation involved isn't harmful to humans in any dose."

"I don't understand any of it" Steve said, "but seeing as Odin came up with it and Bruce and Tony have rubber stamped it I'm giving it my approval as the official leader of this team."

Natasha dropped her hand from Thor's arm and turned to stare at Clint. It was all on him.

"Ok" Clint said, "I can't believe I'm doing this based on the recommendation of two aliens, the hulk, a frozen soldier and a man who thinks I'm a sociopath. But let's do it."

A grim silence came over the room as the winter dark and the lights from the city that never slept poured in the large glass windows. Then from the one woman in the room:

"You called Barton what Tony?"

….

Barton's day did not start off normally. Usually he awoke in his barracks room aboard the hellicarrier or in whatever dirt cheap motel SHEILD was paying for when he was out on a job. His last memory had been of a particularly crummy hostel in Paris.

This was new. The soft sheets, large firm bed and the smell….

The smell was everywhere. Coconut and Vanilla. It was on the sheets, coating the pillows, in the air and rose up in thick wafts of steam in the shower stall.

Understandable since that's where her shampoo was.

There was evidence of a whole shared life in this bedroom. A dresser filled with two sets of clothing (he hadn't snooped, just looked a little) perfume and makeup and women's hair stuff littered on top of it. The hairbrush contained strands of deep red curled hair.

He couldn't stop thinking of those hairs and he and the other avengers trooped down to medical to get started on the memory induction process (as it was eventually determined to be called.) Those hairs and the realization he had had before anyone else showed up on their floor that morning.

He had had sex with that woman. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Perhaps the most deadly and certainly one of the most beautiful women in the whole world. And he had been with her.

His mind might just be catching up to this fact but his body sure knew it. That moment before any one showed up had been so tense between them and all he had wanted to do was step forward and kiss her-and the expression on her face of total trust and desire hadn't helped at all. Even now walking beside her all he wanted to do was grab her and pull her into a bedroom and show her how much he…

How much he….

Well, he didn't know the end of that sentence. Not how much he loved her-he didn't know her. And not how much he was attracted to her-the feeling was so much stronger than that. He wanted to touch her desperately, wanted to confide in her, wanted to trust her.

He'd never felt this way before. He didn't know exactly what to do about it.

When they finally reached medical Banner strapped him down to some table while Thor produced a shiny looking rock (the source of the radiation) and a swinging crystal pendulum. Stark busied himself behind something that looked like a dishwasher who'd had a baby with one of those x–rays they use at the dentists

While they were getting ready another redhead, much taller than Nat, wandered in.

"Oh you're starting already!" she said, sliding over to Natasha and subtly bumping her hand in what Clint thought was a show of support. Ahh. This woman knew then.

"Oh I'm sorry how rude of me" she said, walking forward to Clint and extending her hand causing an awkward kind of lying down shaking hand situation. "I'm Virginia Potts, Tony's-"

"Everything. Boss, Girlfriend, life organizer." Tony interjected.

"But everyone calls me Pepper" the woman finished.

"Nice to meet you" Barton said. Never let it be said he wasn't polite.

"OK" Banner said, taking the shiny rock from Thor and placing it in front of Stark's machine and taking careful aim at Barton's head. "We're going to get started now."

"This involves some radiation right?" Pepper asked, "Is there any danger?"

"Not unless you happen to be pregnant" Stark said, tweaking something.

"Then just for safety's sake Natasha and I will wait behind that wall" Pepper pointed at a half-length wall that looked like it was usually used as a shelf.

Stark looked up an expression of complete panic on his face. "You trying to tell me something Pep?"

"Just trying to be safe Tony" Pepper said expression stern.

Barton angled his head so he could get a good look at Nat's face. She looked highly troubled and not a little bit hopeful.

"How does this work?" she asked, speaking for the first time since they left their own floor.

"Your science will project the force of the esben star into Barton's head" Thor said cheerfully, pointing to the shiny rock, "and after a moment I will begin to do something friend Bruce has assured me is called hippie-nosis and then the one of us with the strongest emotional connection to Barton will speak to him while he sleeps."

"Speaks to him about what" Rodgers asked.

"Anything- a memory. Something with a strong emotional connection to it."

"And this will do what-make it easier for the memory loss to go away?"

"More like make it easier for the locked away parts of your brain to break through" Banner answered.

"So Nat will be talking to me then?" Barton asked.

"That was fast" Steve muttered, "yesterday you wanted to kill her today you're going by nicknames and know she's the closest one to you."

"We talked" Barton and Natasha said in perfect sync. They looked at each other and the force of the gaze was physically uncomfortable so both looked away."

"All right" Natasha and Pepper stepped behind the wall, "just let me know when to start."

And with that they begin.

….

It was early morning. Sunlight-the cold winter kind-was just beginning to seep through the light white curtains over the floor to ceiling windows in the room. Clint stretched luxuriously, feeling all his muscles elongate and pop back into place.

The woman beside him stirred and rolled over to face him. She was gloriously naked, as was he.

"Good Morning" she purred.

"Morning' Tash" Clint reached out and ran his hand down her cheekbone and threaded his fingers into her hair.

"Mmm" Tasha scooted closer to him and ran a hand down his shoulder to his chest and abdominal muscles.

"Oh" Clint laughed a little, dragging both hands through her hair now and massaging her scalp, "it's that kind of a morning is it?"

"It appears it is" Nat said, moving just close enough to kiss him.

Their mouths dueled lazily. It was Saturday and there were no shield meetings, not Avengers stuff and barring emergency, no need to save the world today. Meaning they could stay in bed and do…what they wished.

Clint wrapped his other hand around Natasha's ribcage and stroked her skin, then used the new position to leverage her so he could roll her over on her back. Then he ran his hands up and down her body respectively and grabbed her hands, holding them above her head with one of his.

"Mumm, what's this?" Her green eyes gleamed.

Clint smiled and tightened his hand just enough so she wouldn't be able to move her arms but not tight enough to hurt. He ran his other hand down her arms stroking her soft skin with two fingertips, down her shoulder, between her breasts and straight to her core.

"Oh" she moaned and arched as his fingers moved into her, "I like this."

Clint laughed a little and moved his head down to kiss her again-his beautiful, amazing wife. But as he kissed and his fingers moved in tandem Tasha started to struggle with his hold over her arms.

"I want to touch you" she moaned breathily, hips starting to move in time with his fingers.

"Not yet." Removing his fingers from her earns Clint a groan of protest. Kissing her stifles it.

Clint loves doing this to her. Drawing out sex to the point where she can barely speak. There's always been a one-upmanship quality to the sex they have. Who can frustrate the other the more, who can make the other come the hardest.

"You are so fucking hot" he says unable to help it, sliding his hand up her torso to her breasts. "You have no idea the things I want to do to you."

"Do them," she moans, eyes half shut and head tilted back as his lips ravish her neck. She tastes so incredibly good. "But first get inside of me or I'll kill you."

Death threats weren't all that uncommon in their sex life either.

It's a lazy morning though and Clint doesn't really feel like dragging it out to the point where her threats get specific. So he obligingly slips his cock inside of her and they both let out a sigh of contentment.

"Oh yes" Tasha moans. "That feels good."

"Mm" Clint groans and sets his head in the hollow between her neck and shoulder and sets to thrusting.

…..

"…And then we found Beacon's head guard huddled in the corner and I took him out-payback for the way he treated me when I was letting them hold me for a few days- and we evaced to this hotel on the bay of Lisbon-pretty nice for SHEILD actually-and we decided to blow off the debrief for two days and had a little vacation…"

"Oh yes, yes!" Natasha was always pretty vocal about her pleasure and Clint gloried in it. The noises she made only spurred him on and he felt his orgasm building…

"…two days ago we got a tip that Loki was seen in the vicinity of the Statue of Liberty. Sitting on the flame if you can believe it. Anyway the mission was only to meet with the one person who said they saw him-a helicopter tour pilot, so we decided that it was a three person job-just in case of ambush- and I'd been tired lately so we-well, mostly me but you argued with me about it-decided that I could sit this one out and then…"

The sun was higher in the sky now, beams running their golden hands over Natasha's skin as she lay totally bare and uncovered on the bed.

"I love you" Clint told her, reaching out and running a hand down her side.

Natasha smiled. It was rare that she said it back, but he knew she felt it and that was all that mattered.

Steve, Bruce, Tony, Pepper and Thor watched as Natasha went over the events of the last month for the sleeping Clint as Thor twirled a purple jeweled pendulum above his head. Clint appeared to be deeply asleep, arms and face relaxed.

The boys and Pepper all exchanged a look.

"Lady Natasha" Thor began tentatively, "perhaps-while the events of the last month are no doubt important to Agent Barton-memories more tied to emotion would no doubt make this process more effective."

Natasha just stared back at them. How could she go through her most intimate memories with this man, her husband, the father of her child, with the whole team in the room? When the team wasn't even aware of their relationship?

Pepper spoke up. "Maybe Tasha needs some privacy for this. Thor do you really need to be doing that with the pendulum?"

"Lady Pepper I could perhaps confine the hippie-nosis to the portion of the treatment when Barton is awake-"

Thor was cut off by the sound of blaring claxons. The built in alarm system for when the Avengers were needed.

"We need to cut this short" Steve stood up, suddenly in leader mode, "Thor, wake up Barton-we might need him."

"But we have to do this" Natasha protested, "Clint needs his memory back-"

"I'm not disputing that Natasha" Steve's voice was compassionate but firm, "but we'll have to do this another time. Right now-Avengers Assemble!"

A/N: alright here we go again! Yes, a cliffhanger-I suck I know. But I love all of you-especially my 96 wonderful reviewers. Let's see if we can raise the number of reviews with this chapter to 120, ok?

And a little bonus for your consideration: I recently learned the term head canon-as in the canon for the fandom that exists in your head. And I think as a BlackHawk community we have established a sort of communal head canon with certain things agreed upon. Here is a list of what I have noticed personally.

Clint and Natasha sleep together for comfort long before they have sex.

Clint can cook, sing, play guitar…

Both Clint and Natasha are polyglots.

Clint is more emotional than Natasha and definitely, definitely says I love you first.

. If you've noticed some I haven't please let me know! Whoever can name the most gets a cookie!