AND THE WIDOW DANCED
Newest foray into the Avengervese. Hope to make this a whole collection of one shots, so stay tuned. The Avengers don't belong to me, so don't sue.
Clint came in from his most recent mission to find Tony and the Scooby Gang surrounding a computer screen. "Whats up?"
They parted and he saw what exactly was troubling them. It showed Natasha sitting on the roof, in his usual spot, hugging her knees to her chest. The look on her face was one of sad bitterness, and heartbreak. "She's been like this since you left. Actually, she's been like this since the battle with the Chitauri." Pepper murmured.
Clint felt more than a little guilty. Since the battle, he had been consumed with remorse over the things he had done. He had been so caught up in his own issues that he had failed to notice how his actions had affected others. Especially Nat. He had almost killed her while under Loki's control, not exactly something that was easy to forgive. He had thought that she would come to him when she was ready, but at the same time he knew she never would. She wasnt the kind to make a big deal about her suffering. Oh yeah. He felt like an ass.
The others all turned to look at him expectantly. He had made the mess, and it was his responsibility to clean it up.
It took him a few minutes of thinking before he had his big idea. "Stark, I'm going to have to borrow JARVIS."
AND THE WIDOW CRIED
Natasha blinked back the tears that threatened to overtake her. Clint had been acting as though she didn't exist lately. Excuse her for thinking that almost killing your partner and most trusted confidant was cause for alarm. Or at least merited a private talk somewhere. She rested her forehead on her knees, miserable. Maybe her trainers had been right. Emotions were for the weak. A few tears were slipping down her pale cheeks when she suddenly heard the sound of an electric guitar. She whipped her head up, intent on murdering whoever dared to interrupt her. Probably Stark. The eccentric billionaire was one of the most infuriating men she had ever met. Instead, the sight that met her eyes was one that she would never forget.
AND THE WIDOW SMILED
Clint was on his knees in front of her, his eyes staring into her own, intently.
I never meant to be
so bad to you
One thing I said that I
would never do
A faint smile started to spread across her face. She wondered if he realized how appropriate the words were. He had once promised to never hurt her. It had been right after he had refused to kill her. The one and only time he had ever disobeyed orders.
AND THE WIDOW LAUGHED
A look from you and I would fall from grace And that would wipe the smile right from my face
He punctuated the word "grace" by folding his hands as if in prayer. That had her laughing out loud. God, she had missed him. A smile crossed his own handsome features. Her laughter was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. His Natasha was back.
AND THE WIDOW DANCED
Do remember when we used to danced and incidents arose from circumstance
As her laughter died, he pulled her off the floor and into his arms. Holding her, he began to twirl her about the floor,an infuriating smirk on his face. 'Oh, I know he doesn't think everything is ok.' Her face suddenly darkened. There was no way she was letting him off the hook. His behavior as of late had been unforgivable, and she carried a grudge the same way Pepper carried a purse. It would be a cold day in hell when she forgave him. Clint realized this and decided to bump it up a notch.
One thing led to another
when we were young
and we would scream
together songs unsung
She missed being in his arms. Natasha looked into his stormy grey eyes, so full of pain. Pain that she herself had caused. This fact pricked her conscience. After everything he had been through...surely It couldn't hurt to dance a little...She started to move with him, mesmerize by the feeling, until al her memories came flooding back with enough force to wrest a strangled gasp from her lips. Then an iron curtain fell across her eyes, locking him out. He noticed this and looked at her blank face. Oh yeah. He had messed up bad.
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes
A single memory rose to the surface of her mind, beating its way past the curtain. The memory of their first kiss. They had both survived what they had been told was a suicide mission. In their arrogance, they had believed that they could beat the odds. At least, untill the bullets started to fall like rain. Then, their thoughts had been consumed with thoughts of survival, and each other. Their first kiss had been a celebration life. the result of too much adrenaline and no sleep. A kiss shared out of love.
And now you find yourself in 82
The disco hotspots hold no charm for you
You can't concern yourself with bigger things
You catch the pearl and ride the dragon's wings
He silently pleaded with he forgive him, to remember Budapest. Yes, their memories were different. She remembered the battles and blood, he however, remembered her in white silk , her hair put up, and fiery emeralds at her throat. The silk would later be stained with blood, her hair singed, and the jewels lost. Of course their memories we different.
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes
He remembered their first kiss. The mission had been a suicide one. He had been so terrified, tha he had spent the entire time praying for her to survive. Silently pleading that he didn't care if h lived or died, just as long as she made. After too many agonizing minutes, they had been loaded onto a S.H.E.I.L.D helicopter, and she had curled up next to him. In the safety and shelter of his arms, she had confessed that she too, had been praying. that she honestly didn't care if she survived, as long as he did. He had kissed her, choking back tears. That was the closest thing to her saying that she loved him.
And when your looks are gone and you're alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambition you remember well
Those lines struck a nerve in her. How many times, after the Battle for New York, had he gone on a mission without saying a word to her. How many times she sat in her room, waiting for Hill or Fury to knock on her door to say that he wasnt coming back. Not to S.H.E.I.L.D, not to her, not ever. She swallowed her tears. Did he understand how much she was affected? How badly hs negligence hurt her?
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes
Clint saw the bright, unshed tears in her eyes. He knew that he only had one shot at making it right. Tilting her head back, he looked her straight in the eye. "Nat, I'm not really good with words, so I'm just going to say it." Her breath hitched slightly as he let his words sink in. Please Clint, she thought, don't break my heart. I only have one to give and I already gave it to you. "Nat, I love you. I've loved you since our first kiss. You are my greatest strength, but also my greatest weakness. Please, Natasha..."
AND THE WIDOW FORGAVE
It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes
She felt chills run down her spine as he whispered her name. The silent plea that begged her to understand. Without thinking she brushed her lips against his, wanting to take his pain away. He took this as a good sign and deepened the kiss. When they finally separated, she could only throw her head back and laugh. They both knew that all was forgiven. He kissed her again and again until they were both breathless.
"You know were going to have to figure out a way to keep this from the others. especially Tony."
Oh don't worry. I have a sneaky suspicion that they already know."
He snuck a glance at the camera, and knew in his heart that they were still watching.
It the Stark tower common room, the others watched the assasins' dance, smiling, except for Tony who was smirking.
"Alright everybody, you remember the bet. Pay up."