Its silent on her floor.
Clint's gone on a mission and Natasha starts to reflect on how different it is when he's gone.
When he's gone, she doesn't wake up in a cheerful mood because her favorite coffee- in her favorite mug- waits for her on the kitchen counter when she wakes up.
She can't see his pout when she playfully denies his request to join her in the shower.
She doesn't roll her eyes at him because he's making funny faces at her in the mirror when she's brushing her teeth.
She misses the bounce in his step as they walk to the conference room side by side.
She can't see his face burn red with blush when she tells him the girl at the counter thinks he's cute.
She can't smirk at the stupid jokes he cracks during a boring meeting.
She can't scold him for forgetting to close his mouth while he chews at lunch.
She doesn't see the twinkle in his eye as the team goes to the shooting range and he gets to try his new arrows out.
She can't collapse on the training room floor with him after an intense workout session.
She can't find his eyes everytime he walks into the same room as her.
She can't pretend to be annoyed when he asks her to go out to the bar with him.
She can't pretend to glare at his disappointed look when she drags him to a club instead.
She can't wait across the crowded room as he brings her her favorite drink without having to ask what it is.
She can't pretend that her heart doesn't skip when he asks her to dance.
She misses the feel of his hands and his hips as they grind against hers to the beat of the loud music.
She misses his breathy laugh on her neck when she announces they've had too much to drink and need to go home.
She misses the warmth of his hand as she drags him into a cab with her and they head back tot he tower.
But most of all, she misses the way his body feels wrapped around hers as they finally stumble into bed to get some sleep.
She can't do all these things when he's gone.
She decides then.
She likes it better when he's here.