Don't kill me! *Hides behind Thor* I love them, but I thought of this.

Disclaimer: Marvel, don't do this to the pair. Oh, and they aren't mine.

(Clint's POV)

"Ahh!" I wake up screaming. I was told before of what Loki told Natasha. How I'd have to kill her intimately in every way I know she fears. I had warded off the nightmares that came with it. But recent events had brought them back.

I had been taken. I still remember and fear the scientists who took things from me, like my DNA and sanity. "He is deaf," one had said, "That will be a problem." I had struggled to break free, hoping someone would come. But I was in captivity long enough to see him, my clone. I found out later he had my memories. But he was evil, no emotion ever on his face.

"Clint." Then she arrived, my Tasha. She freed me. But my clone intercepted us. I was far too weak to fight. I could only watch as he used my memories to defeat her. Just as Loki said. He had left her scarred. I used what strength I had left to get us out of there. SHIELD had picked us up outside.

That was one week ago. I still have to use a wheelchair from the strain and drugs they put me through. I slip on my hearing aids and manage to sit my self in the stupid chair. I can't wait until I don't need it anymore. I wheel down the hallway, to the far door. It has guards posted at it. I get ready to show my card, like always. But this time, they just move aside. I wheel past, surprised.

This is Tasha's room. I catch my breath when I see the wires and tubes keeping her alive. I stop next to her. I touch her cheek. She never moves, never says anything. She's cold. Her once bright red hair is dull. "Tasha..." I say, "Why are you still so fair when even at the door of death?" I remember little Shakespeare, but I believe that was close to it. "My Tasha, I'm sorry." I did this- no. My clone did this. He's still out there. "I'll get him."

Tasha hasn't woken up. She stays on the fine line between life and death. I never told her. "I know, you can hear me. And, I want to tell you something... I love you, Tasha. Love, love you. It killed me, broke me, to see m-him do that to you." I take her hand between my two. "I died. I need you to bring me back to life, Tasha." I say her name with such, softness. That is how I want to say it for the rest of my life. "You are my other half."

(Natasha's POV)

"...What will I do without you?" He continues. He's right, I can hear him. But I don't know what he means. Who is he? Where am I? Did something happen? Did I get hurt? All I see is darkness. I can't move. Fleeting feelings pass as waves over me. Fear, Joy, pain, lots of pain. Disbelief and, wait- love? Why love? Who is it towards? I am an assassin with issues. I've never loved anyone. No one has ever loved me.

"Tasha..." Except the voice. Tasha, Natasha. That's me. But... "I'm dying with you..." Who's that? I see images of my last memory. A man. Brown hair and eyes. Soft muscle build coated over with a solid tan. Firm chin. But what chokes me is the feeling of closeness, betrayal, hate, and the pressure of his hands around my neck.

Quick Q, should I make a story from this. Cause I think there is some value in it, some potential.

*Hits self repeatedly* Why, did I, write this!