CHAPTER 6
Two hours later Natasha and I were on the couch back at the mansion, me sitting up normally, with Nat lying down across it, her head on my lap as i played with her hair. After our kiss in the 3am rain storm, and after all the whistles died down, mainly from Stark, we had gone back to the Tower without the others. So because we were both soaked to the skin and freezing, and the obvious fact that we SERIOUSLY needed to sort things out, we went home ahead of the others, leaving them to continue their partying night. "Clint?" Natasha asked suddenly. "Yea?" I asked. "...Where are we exactly? In our relationship I mean". "...No idea". "Well we have to be somewhere... It's not a stupid crush anymore". In smiled at that, "you had a crush on me?". "Ever since you stood up to Fury that first day" she replied quietly. "I had a crush on you the second I laid eyes on your pretty face" i admitted, "I was just too stupid to realise it". "Really?". "Yea. Seriously". "That's...that's actually kind of sweet" she said and I smiled. "What, You didn't think I could be the sentimental type?". She smirked and turned her head to me, her eyes still slightly red from crying. "You're a trained assassin" she pointed out, "and currently work as a spy". I laughed slightly, "Yea, good point". "So...we're past the crush stage" she said turning back and letting me mess around with her hair again. "Yes, we are, but not as far as the dating stage". "We're not very good at this are we?" She asked. "Nope" I replied, before bending down over her, "but I can solve that". "Oh you can, can you?" she asked teasingly, looking up at me, her green eyes staring into my own blue ones. "Yes. I can" i continued smirking, "Are you free this Friday?" "I dunno, I'll have to check me diary" she teased grinning. "I take that as a yes then. But let me rephrase that question; are you free around 7pm?" I asked and she shrugged, "might be. Might not be. Depends whose asking". "I'm asking. I, Clint Barton, are asking you, Natasha Romanov, to go on a date with me this Friday at 7pm" I said, putting on a professional-official-fancy kind of voice and she laughed. "Then yes. I, Natasha Romanov, am accepting, Clint Barton's, request of a date this Friday, at 7pm". "Sooo that's a definite yes then, we're officially going out?" I asked and she yawned, "Let me answer that in the morning. Right now, I'm going to sleep". "...Wanna sleep here?". "Can't think of any other place I'd rather be" she replied smiling. "Night Tash". "Night Clint". And hence the start of our relationship.
"Awww, there so cute" someone gushed. "Shhh, you'll wake them" someone else said. *Click*...*Click*...*Click*. Those were the first things i heard when I woke up. Guess I'd drifted off with Nat. "These are sooo going to be posted on Facebook". That was... That was Tony. And those clicks. "When I open my eyes Stark, those pictures better be deleted" someone warned. Natasha. Guess she woke as well. "Awww but your both so adorable" he whined. "I am NOT adorable" I grumbled, opening my eyes to face Natasha staring back at me. I was after stretching out across the couch and Nat had somehow rolled over on top of me, the same position I had first kissed her in. "Mornin' Tash" I said looking up at her and she smiled, "Morning Clint". "Awww, look, young love" Tony teased. "I swear to God Stark, if you don't stop I will bloody Break. You. Neck" Natasha growled. "Ouch. Angry young love. M'kay, come along Peps, let's leave the two Love-Birds to their chirping" he said and i rolled my eyes, glaring up at him. "Lunch is in an hour" Pepper said smiling at us before disappearing with Stark. "Lunch?" Nat asked confused and I checked my watch. "1:32pm. Guess we slept in". She grinned at me. "Guess we did".
"Mornin guys" I said yawning as Natasha and I entered the kitchen an hour later. "Or rather afternoon" Nat corrected and we started laughing again. "Glad to see your talking again" Bruce commented, and Nat blushed as I put my arm around her, "well...we sorted things out. We're cool now". "That's good I guess" Stark muttered before suddenly perking up and grinning at us, "sooooo...what ye do last night?". Natasha hit him over the back of his head, "nothing like THAT moron". He laughed and shrugged, "only asking". "Well don't" I growled, and he smirked at me, wiping a fake tear from his eye, "Awww look, Nat's personality is rubbing off Legolas. Our little feathers is all grown up". Natasha glared at him for that while the others laughed. I honestly didn't care anymore, Stark was Stark, and even though Tony could be a complete jerk, he was good at heart... Sorta...
"You know, Fury's gonna kill us if he finds out" Natasha said later that night. "About us?" I asked shrugging, "no point". "Well his two best agents going out, might just anger him a little" she replied and I smirked, "he's always angry. And besides, he doesn't control us. We just... Work for him". "He's our boss Clint; of course it'll affect him if we suddenly go all mushy". "Mushy? Really? Can you honestly picture me going all mushy with someone?" I asked trying to keep a straight face and she laughed, "Yea I see your point. So, no Fury then". "Nope". "S only the Avengers know?" She asked. "And Pep of course... And possibly the entire world if Tony gets his way" I replied and she smiled, holding up camera, "fixed that". "Is that?" "Yep". "And you?" "Yea". "You PICK-POCKED TONY STARK?" I asked and she laughed. "I was bored. And besides, i wanted to see the pictures". "...Did you delete them?". "Stark already put them on Twitter... And Google" she admitted and I sighed, "SHIELD knows then...and the public...and Fury". "Yep". "We. Are. So. Dead".
Well, the public took the whole Hawk & Widow thing quiet well, it was the new hit on you tube, and thankfully, Fury couldn't care less. We were officially going out. And the whole world knew. The next few weeks passed in a blur and soon the month was up and then another and then another. It was exactly six months after our first date that things stared to go wrong. Drastically wrong. We were surprised everything ran as smoothly as did for so long, and we held onto every say with each other like it was our last. And now, we were going to pay the price.