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The avengers were waiting, just waiting for Isabella. They had no idea what happened up on the ship only that it saved all their lives, and for that they could only be thankful. They were sat down on a bench, which had somehow, despite all the odds, survived the battle. Clint was inspecting his arrows once more as he looked to see how many were damaged, whilst Tony was already starting to work on his iron man helmet. There was a cold eerie silence that existed among them. No one said anything; everyone just waited for Isabella to arrive.
"But if she doesn't come back?" Natasha kept thinking in her mind – they had no idea what happened on that ship or what that bomb was. The static they had received could have meant the bomb went off for all they knew.
Then, all of a sudden, a voice called out from behind me.
"I thought you lot were playing hide and seek from me. I couldn't find you." A cheery, yet tired sounding voice called out from behind them. Natasha and the others jerked their heads back to look at the source. There, stumbling towards them through all the rumble off the streets, was Isabella. The entire team, jumped to their feet to greet her quickly, but Natasha got there first.
"What happened." She said urgently as soon as she had given her a hug.
"I've just handed the boss of SPM to Fury. It's over now." Was all Isabella could bring herself to say, a little flustered at her welcome.
"But how?" Thor asked in his booming voice
"It's kind of a long story." Isabella said. Then she was off, describing every detail of what happened on the ship. In turn, the avengers told their story afterwards. By the time they had finished, the sun was just beginning to set beyond the horizon. There was nothing special about the sunset – it wasn't red and pretty, but to Isabella, it was the best sunset she had probably ever seen. It meant the day was over and the whole few months of hell they had been living had ended. Most of all however, it was a sunset that just a few short hours ago, she never believed she would see. A new start was beginning, and this time, she had her sister beside her.
"So what happens now?" Isabella asked tiredly, finally feeling the full effects of the battle she had been in
"Shawarma?" Tony asked hopefully, but Natasha cut through him
"No chance. You need to cleared medically Isabella – by the sounds of it we all took a fair few hits out there today." With this, the entire team groaned, but reluctantly agreed. Together, they set off back to the helipad.
The entire evening consisted of med checks, debriefings and more besides. In fact the team were only finished at 2am in the morning so needless to say Natasha wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. Yet, as Natasha turned and turned in bed, she found she couldn't sleep. Her mind was a whirlwind of battle strategies where she hadn't calmed down from the battle, worry for her sister but most of all, the thing that stood out most vividly in her mind was the kiss she shared with Clint. Natasha wasn't used to emotions at all and she most definitely wasn't one to play boyfriends and girlfriends when she was younger, so she didn't have a clue what this peculiar butterfly feeling in her stomach was. Was it love? It was beyond her. She enjoyed Clint's company, but the black widow doesn't fall in love… does she? As she fell into an uneasy sleep, she knew what she would have to do – talk to Clint
The sun rose up nice and early the next day. Natasha knew what she needed to do now, preferably before the press started asking questions about the battle and everything, so she snuck up into their secret room in the ceiling once more. Clint would arrive at some point – he always came up here in the morning. No sooner had this thought entered her mind than Clint crawled up into the room. He paused slightly when he saw Natasha before sitting down next to her.
"Err… about yesterday and the… the kiss." Natasha began hesitantly. This was another first to her – the black widow should be confident – what was this strange emotion inside of her?
"Yeah." Clint asked slowly, but when Natasha didn't reply he continued, "It wasn't an accident, unless you want it to be." He said. It took a while for Natasha to understand this statement fully. Eventually, she came to her conclusion.
"I don't think it was an accident either." She said. With this, Clint's eyes seemed to brighten up.
"Look. We've been going out on dates for a while now, and with this battle going on, I didn't feel like now was the time to ask so…" he trailed off suddenly. "I love you Natasha Romanoff." He proclaimed. "We've risked our lives to save the entire world's life several times now so I think it's time we start living our own." Clint was nervous. His hands felt sticky with sweat but he had planned this moment for years now in the mirror. He loved Natasha, but being assassins, he hadn't realised it until recently… or more importantly hadn't had the courage to ask her out. He got a box out from his pocket and knelt down on one knee. Taking a deep breath, he continued
Natasha Romanoff, will you marry me."