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There was silence. The words that Natasha had just spit out spun around in both of their mind's.
... falling in love with you.
Natasha took in a deep breath. "I think you should go." Her voice was barely audible.
"Natasha-"
"No. Just go." She looked down at her feet, regretting every word she had just said. Clint stood up and shoved his chair under the table. He grabbed his things, walked out the door and slammed it behind him. She took in a staggering breath and clenched her fists. She started pacing the length of her living room, only to end up right back where she was. She quickly cleaned up their plates from breakfast and then sat down on the couch. She put her head in her hands and just sat there, focusing on her breathing. She was emotionally stressed out and she didn't like it. She had know idea what to do. She wanted to be with Clint, but she couldn't. It wouldn't work. She kept going to the thought of trying it, but if it didn't work and they broke up, nothing would ever be the same. Things were already going downhill. She should have never told him how she really felt. All she wanted was to be happy, and right now she was the complete opposite. She let a few tears fall from her eyes and onto her hands, quickly wiping them away. She hurried into the bathroom and stood in front of her mirror.
"Don't cry. You're stronger than that." She stared at her own reflection and took another deep breath. She walked into her room and crawled into her bed.
For the rest of the day, she laid around and watched TV. It was the first 'lazy day' she had had in years.
In the following weeks, she avoided talking to Clint about what had happened that morning. They kept things professional as usual, but it was a different kind of professional. It was like they were co-workers and that was it, when everyone else knew that they had a deeper connection than that. Nobody questioned them though, mostly out of sheer fear that one of them would snap. Director Fury, however, was their boss and he noticed that there had been a change between them. It wasn't a bad change, from what he could tell, but they just weren't themselves. On any normal day, they would joke around and banter at each other throughout the day. And lately, they had just been like robots, programmed to what they had to do that day. They went to work, did whatever they needed to, then went home. It had started to be a cycle, one that neither of them particularly liked.
One Friday morning, they were both called into Fury's office. They both knew what it was for, but they would never let Fury know that. A few minutes after they were notified to meet with him, they arrived at his office and went in, sitting down in the two chairs across from Fury.
"Morning agents." He said as he finished typing something on his computer.
"Good morning sir." Natasha said, crossing her right leg over her left.
"Well, I called you two down here because I've noticed a shift between you two lately." He said, turning his attention fully to them. They both stayed silent, expecting to him to continue talking. When he didn't, he rose his eyebrows. "Do either of you have anything to say?"
The two agents shared a quick glance, Clint then taking a deep breath. "We got into an argument a few weeks ago, sir. It was over something stupid, and we haven't had the chance to about it yet." He said, trying to downplay the seriousness of their situation.
"Yeah, we're really sorry Director." Natasha added.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, I just thought that maybe something was going on because you guys were acting different. But as long you still work affectively, there's no problem." He stood up and put his hands behind his back. "Now I've got a meeting to go to, so you two are free to go." They stood up as well. "And as a matter of fact, why don't you guys take the day off. There's nothing left here for you to do, so you can leave." He smiled slightly and they all walked out of his office and back into the hallway. After Fury walked away, the two of them stayed put for a couple minutes, debating what to do.
"Well, I'm gonna head home, so I'll see you Monday." Natasha said, turning to leave.
"Nat, he gave us the day off so we could talk about our argument." He said quietly so only she could hear him.
She turned back around to face him, looking him straight in the eyes. "Alright, well I'm starving so let's go get some lunch." He nodded and they headed for the parking lot. They both got in their separate cars, and Natasha followed Clint to whatever restaurant he was heading to.
Sorry this was so short! I really need to think about where I want this story to go and I want it to be perfect!
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