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Lost
She sees him before he sees her.
Exiting the infirmary, he stretches his legs, so happy that he has finally been released.
It is a mess of red hair once he steps onto his floor of the tower and he is holding her once more, it makes him even happier that they are back.
She flings herself into his arms, tightly holding him close to her, with no intention of letting go anytime soon.
"I though you were dead." she whispers, and he realizes that she is crying into his shoulder.
It was a particularly horrible mission, they both know. With a dirty battlefield and a high body count. She saw him fall, she ran to him, she must have been knocked unconscious once they were in the plane, both of them, because he hadn't seen her again.
"Shh, I'm here, I'm fine, it's okay." he tells her, pulling his fingers through the long hair she has grown out in the past few months.
"Don't ever do that to me again." she mumbles into his shoulder, her heart pounding loudly in her ears, she wonders if he can hear it.
"I won't." he promises.
"They didn't let me see you, I'm sorry, I-" she desperately tries to explain why they haven't seen each other yet.
"I know." he cuts her off, "It's okay, I know."
"Gosh, I was so scared." she whispers, burying her face in his chest again.
He chuckles, "You? Scared? Pfft, never." he jokes.
She stares at him pointedly, pulling back to look him in the eye, "There aren't many things I'm afraid of," she says, "but losing you is defiantly one of them."
"You will never lose me," he tells her, still holding her tightly to his chest, "I promise."
She shakes her head, the evidence of her tears gone now, she speaks in her normal voice, but softer, vulnerable, "You can't promise me that."
"Yes I can." he insists, "I can't promise that I won't die, and you can't promise that to me either, but I can, and do promise, that you will never lose me."
She is glad they are alone, because with him, she doesn't have to be strong, she doesn't have to be an assassin, she can be Natasha. "I don't believe you." she mumbles, leaning into him again.
"Yes you do." he whispers.
She chuckles dryly, "Maybe a bit." she allows, looking up at him again, "But, only on one condition."
He nods eagerly, smirking at her, "Which is?"
"You're not allowed to ever leave me," she states, "as long as you never let me leave you."
Clint holds out his hand to her, "Deal."
Natasha takes it immediately, knowing the handshake means nothing to either of them, but the words spoken are completely true, she smiles, "Deal."
