Okay. Here we go. Another fanfic!
Disclaimer note. I don't own these guys!
Clintasha
The rain was pouring down the window. Natasha sat inside reading. It was a Russian book and she loved it very much. Clint was due home anytime soon. The door opened and Clint walked in. Blood gushing out of a gash in his arm. "Милая. Где ты был так долго? сделал неприятный злодеев пытаются заставить вас?*" Said Natasha. Clint didn't know what she meant but walked with her. She put bandages on his arm and asked him (in English) how is mission went. "Well," said Clint "i suppose it went well. I turned the guys in. But my arm hurts." "You know, we should probably get that checked out hun." Said Nat worriedly "i know, i know it's just... i don't wanna sound like a wimp." Said Clint, almost shyly. "You will always be brave to me, my little Ястреб-й пу**" said nat. Again Clint didn't know what it meant but it sounded comforting. Clint smiled. He loved it when Nat spoke Russian. It sounded so natural. They sat together arms around each other on the sofa, the T.V on in the background but neither was watching.
1 week later
Clint was thinking about how dangerous these missions were. I mean (he thought) what if one of us gets killed... and i don't get to propose to her? He then made a decision. He knew what to do...
Later that night Clint took Nat to her favourite restaurant. Nat wore a dress of emerald green, the same as her eyes. Her long red hair fell upon her shoulders. She is breath taking, i am so lucky! Thought Clint. They had finished their meal and were waiting for dessert. "Hey Nat" said Clint. "Yeah hun." She replied. She turned her head from the window of which she was gazing out. She was shocked to see Clint on the floor proposing. "Наташа, я тебя люблю больше, чем слова могу сказать. и я хочу, чтобы ты стала моей женой. Наташа Романова, ты выйдешь за меня?***" He was so pleased. He spent ages learning that in Russian. "Да! Конечно, я буду у ястреба-пу! ****" said Nat! Clint took that as a yes. And they kissed in blissful harmony. Everything was perfect...
(*sweetie. what took you so long? did the nasty baddies try to get you?)
(** hawky-poo)
(***Natasha, i love you more than words can say. and i want you to be my wife. Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me?)
(****yes! of course i will hawk-y poo!)