sorry again its short!
"Nat?" Clint called out softly to her.
"Yes?" She replied through gritted teeth, remembering not to call him by his name.
Natasha used her good arm and leg to move herself to the wall so she could sit up against it.
"Let me see your arm..." Clint requested gently. Natasha moved over closer to him and laid her injured arming his lap. After a minute or so Clint said "are you alright?"
Natasha didn't look alright. She looked like she had been shattered into a million pieces and now she was unable to get back together again. "I'm... fine" she replies shortly. Obviously in pain
"you look tired" Clint tells her.
Natasha nods in response. "Is been a long day" she adds evenly.
Slowly Natasha lowers her head into Clint's shoulder, slowly to give herself minimum pain. "We're gonna be okay" Clint reassures her.
She closes her eyes and eventually falls asleep, blood seeping out of her arm and onto his Hawkeye uniform.
Clint stayed awake for a while sorting out his thoughts. He and Natasha had known each other for years, they were more than just companions, she was his best friend, his only real friend.
But thinking back to when he had watched Natasha being tortured, how many times he struggled against the bonds that still chained him. He remembers calling out her name and the sharp pain he felt when she had screamed. And Clint wondered if she was more than his best friend. They had been through so much together and he cared about her a lot. He would die for her any day. Maybe we...-
Clint cut off his thought trail right there, he couldn't get emotionally involved... in anything.
Clint then lays his chin on Natasha's head and closes his eyes.