Sorry I didn't update sooner, we went out of town for a while. anyways, thank you to queenlmno, hopelessromantic 1599, Blonde4ever, and JWolf 28 for reviewing :). hope you like it!

Natasha's POV

She was bound to a table. Both her arms and legs were completely incapacitated with sturdy, metal cuffs. The metal was digging into her skin, it was going to leave red marks. She was in the red room.

" Natalia, why are you here?" Ivan questioned. She remained stubbornly silent, eyes shooting daggers. " Fine, I will answer that question for you. You failed to eliminate your target and now he knows he is on some hit list. You have failed Mother Russia." Ivan's cold eyes pierced through her like knives. He nodded at three other guards, " Dunk her," and with that, he left the room. She felt a needle pierce her skin as they injected her with a tranquilizer that would make her weak, unable to fight back. All her sensed would still be in perfect use though, which was what they counted on. When she as fully injected, they undid the cuffs and recuffed her when she was off the table. She couldn't move anything, much less fight back. Their hands pressed on her shoulders. A searing pain crossed through her left shoulder, she had been shot there. They continued putting pressure on her shoulders and she was finally forced to her knees. In front of her was large bucket containing water. Their cold, meaty hands grabbed her neck. Suddenly, her head was submerged in water. The feeling of complete and utter helplessness overcame her. She couldn't breathe, her lungs were on fire. Finally, they jerked her head up again, none too gentle. One gasp of air and they put her under again. She was going to die this-

Natasha sat up, shivering, from her nightmare. It was 1:57. The answer to her premature awakening was the incessant, unrelenting ringing of her phone. The caller ID read Coulson.

" Hello," Natasha greeted sleepily, it was, after all, 1:58 in the morning. But, Natasha Romanoff was used to these untimely nighttime occurrences.

" Natasha, we found him," Coulson could not have said any other phrase in any known language to get Natasha up faster.

" I'm on my way, I'll be there in 10," Natasha hung up and quickly dawned clothes, a form fitting, green shirt, black jeans, and her black leather jacket. 9 minutes and 12 seconds later, Natasha walked into S.H.I.E.L.D.

" Where is he?" Natasha demanded.

" He's in the OR, some minimal internal bleeding, 2 broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and numerous cuts and what not," Coulson informed her. Nothing he couldn't handle.

" Where was he?"

" We found him trapped under a hunk of metal. Our heat sensors didn't pick him up because the metal covered his body, so there was no heat signature. We found him manually."

" He's going to make it, right?"

" The chances of him making it through are more than 94%, he should be fine," Natasha breathed a sigh of relief. After 18 days, 7 hours, and 48 minutes, Clint was back again. He was Okay. He was going to be okay. He's going to make it through all right; he survived the explosion so he can survive this surgery. D*mmit Clint, why the h*ll did you have to do this to me? Natasha thought. Clint made it through. He had been in surgery for a little less than an hour. Natasha followed the nurse who was rolling him along in his rolly bed. Her ears didn't seem to work anymore. The stark white walls were blinding, but she didn't care, she only focused on Clint's body. Natasha watched him until he woke up.

His breathing skipped a beat, "Clint, I know you're up now, it's just me here, so open you god*mn eyes and tell me you're okay," Natasha said, tears threatening to come.

Clint opened his eyes," Hey Tash, I'm okay, can I have some coffee?" Clint would forever need his coffee. Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and poured Clint his coffee. He had gone 18 days without the substance, that was a new record for him. Clint looked around, " What time's it?

" Almost 5 in the morning," Natasha answered. " Why the h*ll did you have to be on that building?"

" What happened?"

" Kruger knew who we were and was just playing us and-"

" Well, I know that part, " Clint complained, sipping his coffee. He hadn't changed a bit.

" And he set off a bomb in the building you were on. You were missing for 18 DAYS Clint. 18 god*mn DAYS, you could have at least called."

Clint chuckled," Well, I wasn't exactly conscious," he said, "I would have if I could have though," he added hastily upon seeing his girlfriend's expression. " Oh Sh*t, I missed the wedding didn't I?" Natasha nodded mutely in response. Still not saying anything, Natasha climbed into his bed, despite the fact that there was barely any room for her, put her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. It was a sort of tradition for them. Whenever one of them was hospitalized the other refused to leave their side until they could both leave.

"Coulson, you should probably alert the others to let them no he's okay," Fury instructed.

" Yes sir, I will give them a call,"

" Have you seen Natasha?" Steve asked Thor," I wanted to ask her if she wanted to join me at the gym,"

Thor shook his head," NAGHH I HAF NOT SEEEEN HERGH," Thor was busy eating 4 poptarts while he simultaneously answered the question.

" Thanks anyway, I'll check her room,"

" Okay," Thor had finished his poptarts with one, mighty gulp.

" Natasha?" Steve asked, knocking on her door. In her haste to get to S.H.I.E.L.D, Natasha had forgotten to lock her door, Steve cautiously opened it. Previously, when Steve had been in Natasha's room, a total three and a half times (Steve had once stuck half his body in her room), her room had been neat and orderly, bed made and clothes put in their proper place. This time however, clothes were strewn across the floor, carelessly thrown, and her bed was not made. A result of Clint's absence he supposed. Steve had just wandered back in the kitchen when the tower phone rang.

" Hello?" Steve asked.

" Steve, this is agent Coulson, we have found Clint and he's alive and okay. Fury just wanted me to let you guys know,"

" Clint's alive? He's okay?"

" Yes, you can come over,"

"I will do that sir, I'll just go tell Natasha,"

" Natasha is already here, she seems to be asleep with Clint," Coulson said, peering upon the duo of sleeping assassins.

" JARVIS, tell the others that Clint is okay," after a few months, Steve had finally gotten used to the AI. 10 minutes later, they were all piled in Bruce's Mercedes and on their way to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Meanwhile, Tony and Pepper were enjoying Greece's warm beaches and sunny days. Currently, they were both in their villa, consuming a Grecian breakfast.

" Sir, you are getting a phone call from S.H.I.E.L.D," JARVIS informed Tony.

" Unless it's an emergency J, I'm on my honey moon with my wife,"

" Sir, I my system is being overridden,"

" Stark," Coulson's voice came through his Stark phone.

" Coulson, I'm on my honey moon, so leave me alone, get some other person to do your-"

" They found Clint,"

" What!" Pepper exclaimed

" They found Clint," Coulson repeated.

" We're on our way,"

" But Pep," Tony whined.

" Anthony Stark, we are cutting our honeymoon short to go see Clint," Pepper's voice made it clear that this subject was not one to argue over.

" Fine," Tony put on his grumpy face, but he truly did want to see Clint. He just liked to contradict and argue with people.

Hey Legolas, I see we don't need to find another bird," Tony greeted. All the Avengers, Pepper, Jane, and Darcy were present. After being gone for 18 days, Clint was finally back home. Natasha nor Clint couldn't be happier; they were where they belonged, in each other's arms.

Sooo, Clint was found! Natasha is really happy and Tony and Pepper's honeymoon was cut short. Plot ideas are always welcome. as always, please please review :) it really inspires and helps me.