plunge, v.
definition: an act of jumping or diving into water
rating: k
A/N: If you can read Russian, this story is rated T due to language. Also, if you want to leave a one-word prompt in the comments or via messages, that would be amazing! I've been having trouble finding inspiration lately and I really want to write things you guys want to read.
"Just do it, Nat," Barton pleaded for the umpteenth time.
"I'm going to," Romanoff grumbled, also for the umpteenth time. "Just give me a sec. I need to prepare." She took a deep breath and peered over the edge. "It's a long way down."
"No, it's not," Barton scoffed.
"Then why don't you go first?" Romanoff challenged, turning to face her partner and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Because if I do, you probably won't follow me."
"I will," Romanoff protested weakly. Barton raised an eyebrow.
Romanoff sighed. "Look, I just really don't want to do this," she admitted at last.
"But you have to," Barton said, alarm creeping into his tone. "We've been through so much together, you just have to trust me when I say I promise you'll be safe. And I am not leaving you behind," he added as she opened her mouth to argue.
"Clint…" Romanoff sighed. "Look, please just go ahead without me, okay?"
"But you're the Black Widow!" Barton tried a different approach. "You're not afraid of anything!"
Romanoff peeked over the edge again, then shuddered and took a step away from it. "Well, turns out that's not true."
"Nat—"
"No, I decided," Romanoff interrupted stubbornly. "I'm not going to do it." She moved to edge past Barton. Before she could take another step, he gripped her arm and shoved her off the edge.
"Пошел на хуй, Barton!" she cursed, screaming as she fell. Moments later, he heard a splash.
Barton chuckled and dove off the high diving platform to join Romanoff in the pool.