okay, here's the first chapter :) our first prompt came from Hornswaggler, who gave me one that i just couldn't resist :3

Prompt from Hornswaggler

I like it. :3 Seems like a fun idea here. I'll see if I can throw ya a vague
one.

"It's a long way down." She felt her breath hitch a little as he leaned
forward as if trying to confirm that statement.
"Yeah, it is."
"You can't go through with this, Barton. You think I don't get it?"

...very random. Feel free to paraphrase. XD Look forward to updates!

Chapter 1

Natasha had known from the very beginning of the partnership that Clint Barton was a rather reckless and very much so a lucky bastard. She had seen him a hospital bed more times then she could count on her fingers and toes, even if she were to have Banner surgically add another a dozen or two.

She also had known from the very beginning of this mission, that things were a little shady.

Then again, it seems missions always find a way to end badly when it came to them seeming easy and harmless.

"Tasha!" Clint shouts, drawing back another arrow and letting it fly. "Remind me to never come back here. Ever."

Natasha spins around, shooting at someone who got a little too close to Barton.

She was never fond of Brazil and its dense forests. There were too many trees, things to trip on, places where enemies could hide.

And she hates the slimy bugs that seem to crawl from every crack and corner.

"Keep running!" She barks at the archer. He follows her demands without another word from his partner, obviously realizing now wasn't the time for his stupid remarks.

They ran further into the deep forest, trees behind them splintering when bullets grazed them. When they were far enough ahead of their pursuers, Clint screeched to a halt, wildly waving his arms to balance himself as he nearly tipped forward onto his face.

Tasha nearly barreled right into him, barely stopping in time, asking angrily, "Why did you stop?"

Clint merely points down to the hole he almost walked right into.

He grins however, still breathing hard from their run. "Did you ever see Alice in Wonderland?" He asks her.

Nat glances back—the people following after them were having difficulty getting through all the foliage and underbrush. "I hated it. Now let's go." She moves to start running again, but Clint grabs her arm and drags her right back.

"You know as well as I do, we're just going to get caught if we keep running." He starts.

Natasha knows he's trying to butter her up so he can do something stupid.

"You are not jumping, Barton." She says, her voice like ice.

"There's water at the bottom," He argues. "It'll be fine. I think."

"You think!" Nat hisses, swatting his arm. "If that water is only an inch or two deep, you're dead, Clint."

"Well, we don't really have a choice, now do we?" He says simply, pointing back toward the enemies that were clearly gaining on them.

Natasha knows she's been beaten. He's right. There no way they'd be able to get away now, not without doing something crazy to get them to back off.

And this was the sort of crazy they would have to do.

"It's a long way down." She felt her breath hitch a little as he leaned
forward, as if trying to confirm that statement.
"Yeah, it is." He agrees, not seeming at all discouraged
"You can't go through with this, Barton. You think I don't get it?"

"Get what?" He asks curiously, his gray-blue looking bright with excitement.

"Just because we work with the Avengers, does not mean you're invincible." Natasha replies, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Normally that crooked smile would make her heart flutter.

Now it just made Nat want to punch him in the face for being such an insensitive idiot.

Instead she grabs him by the collar and pulls him close, giving him a rough kiss.

He makes a funny sound—the way he always does when she catches him off guard—and stares at her.

"You die, and I'll never talk to you again."

His smile widens. "You got it. I'll yell if it's safe." Clint takes a step back and stares into the deep cave, with what hoped would be about nine feet of water at the bottom.

"Later." He salutes Natasha and graces her with another shit eating grin.

And Clint jumps in.

Nat draws her gun again and fires at the closest of the men, and her heart nearly stops when she hears a large splash, that hopefully meant her partner was safe.

"Jump, Nat!" She hears him shout and she holsters her guns and does just that.

She's free falling for half a second and then she hits the water, and the cold water makes her unable to even think for a second. She swims up to the surface once she looses the initial shock of the freezing water, and gasps.

"Clint!" She shouts, her voice echoing off the walls.

"Right here," He answers, sounding amused. He taps on her shoulder and Natasha flails in the water, almost hitting him through instinct.

He finds this even more amusing. "You don't really like water, do you?"

She snorts, "Not when I don't know what's in the water."

He chuckles but doesn't say anything to make fun of here, instead pointing over to their left, where there seemed to be some source of light. Other than the light provided from the hole they had jumped through, it was rather dark and eerie. "The shore is over there somewhere, I think, so let's go." He dives back under and swims.

"You think." She mutters under her breath. She follows his lead anyways, and is glad to learn he's right as they drag themselves up onto the rocky shore.

Natasha frowns, noting the dark red of blood on his left arm, trailing from his wrist half way up and around his forearm in a jagged line.

"Let me see that." She says, taking his arm before even getting his answer.

"Oh, yeah." He says, looking at the wound indifferently. "I think I might have cut it on one of the rocks when I jumped in…"

Natasha says nothing, but sighs, looking through her now soaked bag for her med kit. It was waterproof, thankfully, and all the supplies were dry and in perfect condition.

"Barton." She says firmly as she dresses the wound.

"What?"

'You're an idiot." She tells him simply.

He smiles again, and her heart skips a beat. "Yes, but I'm your idiot."

Tasha doesn't deny it, and his smile only grows, even though she was being rather rough when it came to his injury. He takes her silence to be that he was correct.

He would always be her idiot.

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love,

gilraenstar :)