'Tasha, please wake up…please…..'
Clint jerked awake, soaked in a cold sweat. All he remembered was staring helplessly at Natasha and the small hole leaking red onto his fingers. Clint stared at his fingers, only to realize he was awake and that Natasha was right there and she was fine. He gasped when he felt Natasha's slim, cool hand rest against his forehead for a minute only to be replaced by a cool washcloth.
'Tasha, Tasha I-I-I-' Clint whimpered, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.
'Shhhh…its okay Clint' Natasha soothed him, lacing her fingers through Clint's. Their relationship did not depend on contact, and it was usually avoided. They knew Fury wouldn't like it if his two master assassins spent their time kissing instead of working.
Clint's head lolled against her shoulder as he moaned in his sleep, obviously haunted by yet another nightmare. Natasha smoothed his hair, checking her watch. Coulson would be back in a few hours. He would know how to deal with this. She let her mind wander to the events that had occurred in the past few years. Natasha remembered when Clint had found her. She had been on the run, hiding, trying not to care when she met the man who made her rethink everything and start to care.
Natasha had never let anyone stay this close to her before. Everyone she loved had been killed or she had murdered them. She was used to people being taken away from her, used to not being in the same place for more than a month. But now Natasha had been at SHIELD for almost six years with no doubt.
Clint had known she was broken, but he had fixed her. Natasha didn't even think this was possible. Not with all she had been through and done.
"Я хочу улететь
Чтобы высоко и вниз не смотреть
И за руку тебя милый мой
Заберу я с собой…." She whispered to Clint as he slept, trailing her fingers through his short hair. He shifted slightly in his sleep, his fingers curling around her hand. Natasha sighed shifting slightly, taking care not to jostle Clint. She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand; there was only about two hours until Coulson would be back. Clint moaned again and turned, his body shifting against Natasha's. She managed to quiet him, and carefully wiped the sweat off Clint's forehead.
'I need you to come-Whoa!' Clint ducked yet another roundhouse kick that was aimed at his head. The fiery red-headed girl merely snarled at him and launched another barrage of kicks and punches. Clint neatly avoided all of them, sighing in frustration. He couldn't get enough room to shoot a tranquilizer arrow and the Black Widow was moving so fast, Clint knew he probably couldn't get perfect aim. There was a spray of red blood in the air, which was weird because Clint knew he wasn't bleeding.
Clint was thrashing again, tangled in the sheets. Natasha sighed. Only an hour and a half until Coulson was back. Natasha tilted her head back against the wall, threading her fingers through Clint's. She sighed, positioning herself against the pillows, settling Clint more comfortably against her shoulder.
Sorry this chapter is so short guys! I also apologize for the delay in posting! Just homework takes precedence over fanfics. Unfortunately. Oh and the italics are where Clint is dreaming, in case you didn't already know! ;-)