Clint and Natasha are back in Budapest for a mission. While reminiscing their first time there, Clint has an important question for Natasha. One shot. ClintxNatasha. Angst warning.

Before she knows it, she's screaming, and she knows Clint understands / natasha-centric, strong clintasha, mentions of suicide and "dark themes"

You might start with a clean ledger, but everyone ends up with at least one haunting ghost, one drop of red. Yours just happened to drip all over. You can hide and counter-act the red, but you can't erase it. Your ledger is still red and you still leave bloody fingerprints on the history books, even if no know one knows it's you. Or, the life of Natasha Romanov.