A/N: The moment has come. Any Whovians here that get that reference? Well unfortunately this story has nothing to do with Doctor Who but it does involve our favourite heroes. I hope you enjoy this chapter, I wont give too much away, but you all wanted some Clintasha and here it is. If you love it, then make sure to read, review and enjoy. Btw I know practically nothing about archery.

Natasha walked slowly down the hallways of Stark Tower. She felt regret, regret for Phoenix. The girl had been tortured all her life, and everyone sees her as nothing. Legally on paper she doesn't even exist, not as what she is. Long ago she might have been an ordinary little girl, not anymore.

Natasha came to the lift and thought for a minute before walking inside. She pressed the button for the Training Room.

It wasn't just Phoenix though, it was her as well. Natasha knew exactly what Phoenix was dealing with, she had experienced it herself first-hand. She wanted to be able to give Phoenix a second chance, if she didn't get killed first. There was also a likely chance that SHIELD would interrogate her. The law doesn't apply towards Phoenix so they can do whatever they want to her, if they manage to catch her without killing her first.

Phoenix was ruthless and willing to do anything Doctor Blake told her. She wouldn't hesitate to attack and kill anyone that threatened her. Natasha was trying to work on something she could say to Phoenix to convince her of the truth. She could think of as many sentences as possible but none of them would be able to convince Phoenix.

The lift opened up onto the Training Room she heard the familiar thud of an arrow hitting a target. She hesitated, and then walked in. Clint was there with his bow firing arrows at the target in front of him like clockwork. Pause, draw, aim, pull and shoot, over and over again.

He saw her enter and stopped. They watched each other for a while. "Hey Nat," he greeted.

"Hi."

He shot an arrow while still watching her. "What are you doing?"

"Teach me how to fire an arrow."

He was about to fire an arrow and stopped. The words escaped Natasha's mouth before she could stop them. Never before had she ever wanted to learn archery, now she had nothing better to do. She wouldn't be able to save Phoenix, she needed a distraction, and this was the most viable option.

"You want to learn how to shoot an arrow?" he sounded sceptical.

"That's right."

He threw her his bow suddenly and without warning, she caught it, barely having to move. Natasha walked over and stood in front of the target. There were about 20 arrows lodged into the bullseye. Clint walked forward and yanked them all out and reloaded his quiver.

"By the way don't expect to get anywhere close to the target on the first try, this is harder than it looks," he said as he handed her an arrow and stood behind her. When she gave him a confused look he smirked. "I want to see you try and shoot an arrow before I show you how to do it properly."

Natasha grimaced. This shouldn't be too hard, she'd seen Clint fire an arrow many times before, but normally whenever he did she wasn't paying attention. She held up the bow with her left hand then she placed the arrow against the string. She tried to pull it back, but it nearly flicked her in the face. Clint snickered from behind her. She tried again and this time the arrow stayed put. She pulled back the string and tried to shoot; the arrow left the bow and went through the air lazily. It hit the target and lodged itself a little way outside the bullseye.

"Not bad for a first try," Clint commented from behind her. "You just need to hit the bullseye."

Natasha turned around and threw the bow back to Clint. "Show me."

He walked forward and stood in front of the target with his feet firmly planted. Slowly he drew an arrow from the quiver. He placed it against the bow and gripped the butt of the arrow as he pulled the string back. Natasha noticed how his muscles flexed as his grip tightened on the bow and a shiver unsuspectingly creeped up her spine. He released the arrow and it flew out of the bow and landed in the direct centre of the target.

He turned around, faced Natasha and bowed. "That is how you do it."

Clint passed the bow back to her and she took it. He stood close to her as she moved so she was directly in front of the target. Natasha put an arrow against the string and held the bow firm while she pulled it back. She hesitated and allowed Clint to correct her.

"Make sure you hold the bow firmly but relax as well," he put a hand to her right arm which was pulling back on the string. He moved to stand behind her. He put a hand on her stomach. "Take a deep breath in." She did, feeling his hand on her body the entire time.

He moved in closer and put his left hand over Natasha's and held the bow with her. He did the same with her right hand, which was pulling back on the string. She felt his body against her's and she suddenly regretted everything she had ever said about archery. The last thing she needed was Clint so close to her that she could feel his breath tickling down her neck. It sent another more violent shiver down her spine. Her heart was fluttering in her chest. What were the three signs of attraction again? Elevated pulse, pupils dilated, heart rate fast. Obviously Natasha couldn't see her own eyes, nor could she stop to take her pulse, but she knew, right at that moment, that she was showing all three signs.

"Make sure you shoot straight at the red," he whispered into her ear. Was it just her imagination or did it sound like he was trying to seduce her? It was probably her imagination. God dammit Natasha get a grip, she thought to herself. "When you release the arrow, breathe out," He whispered into her ear again.

She nodded and felt his hands guide hers into the correct position. She focused on the red and let go of the arrow, exhaling the deep breath she was holding in. The arrow shot out of the bow and lodged itself straight in the centre of the target.

Natasha felt triumphant but she knew the only reason she hit the target was because of Clint's help. Clint removed his hands away and let them drop at his side while Natasha let her shoulders relax and held the bow close to her. Natasha turned around to face her partner and suddenly noticed that Clint was still standing very close to her. In fact he hadn't even taken one step back. Apparently there was no such thing as personal space anymore. The worst thing was that Natasha didn't even care, in fact she wanted him even closer to her. Was that even possible considering there was only about an inch of space left between them.

She pushed the bow into his hands when she managed to stop staring at him. "Thank you Agent Barton," she said with the smallest hint of a seductive smirk. She cursed herself silently.

Clint happily took the bow and grabbed his quiver off his back. Natasha watched as he walked away towards the target to out the two arrows Natasha had fired. She followed him as he walked towards the seats. She sat down and watched him put his bow down and pack his quiver and arrows away into a bag. Once he finished packing up he took a seat next to Natasha.

"So," he began sounding far too serious for the following conversation to be a good one. "What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?"

"I honestly have no idea," Natasha responded truthfully. "I know how I want this to go down, but being realistic we have to look at the most likely possibility for what is going to happen. Tomorrow we're going to have to make some hard decisions and play some difficult cards."

"Honestly going up against teenagers is relatively easy, but I doubt many of our agents are going to have the guts to point their guns at a bunch of kids," Clint sighed. "I don't even know what the aim to their plan is. They know that if they want to go up against us they'll need more firepower then what they've got."

"They've got plenty of firepower," Natasha muttered angrily.

Clint looked at her curiously. It was very unlike the master spy to get so overemotional over a single person, especially an enemy. At first Clint had been ok with Natasha trying to help Phoenix, but now that the death toll was past a hundred, Phoenix had reached the point of no return. Clint felt that Natasha was fighting a losing battle.

So Clint did the stupid thing and opened his mouth.

"Nat," the tone of voice he used on her was soft and comforting, she looked up at him. "You can't let Phoenix effect you this much. I understand that what happened to her is tragic but she's not exactly innocent. She might look like a kid but she's not one, her mind is twisted and that makes her a threat. You can't really go around making friends with psychopaths. It ends badly Natasha you know that."

"No, don't you even try that with me," Natasha threatened. "Am I the only one that can see any hope in that girl? You all abandoned any efforts to help her long ago. Whatever happened to a second chance? Weren't you the one who told me to always have hope? What the hell happened to that? You're just a hypocrite and I'm not going to sit here and listen to your crap," she stood up from her seat and faced Clint with a menacing stare, he stood up as well to counter her and she jabbed a finger at him.

"You don't get to tell me anything. How many times do I need to stand up and defend myself because you all expect me to sit there and take everything you throw at me? I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and if that means saving Phoenix then you can be dammed well sure I'm going to do it and none of you are going to stand in my way. "

Natasha spun on her heels furiously and began to storm away in a violent rage. "Nat!" Clint shouted after her and chased her to try and stop her from walking away. "Nat! Natasha!" He caught up to her and grabbed her left wrist. This was an incredibly bad move.

The Black Widow twirled and elbowed him in the chest with her free arm while Clint held on desperately to her left wrist as he took a beating. She raised her right arm to strike and he grabbed her right wrist as well. Now they were facing each other, Clint holding her arms up in the air above their heads. Clint however had put himself in a very vulnerable position because Natasha was completely free to do whatever she wanted to him with her legs. Clint looked down at Natasha's knee, then back up at her. She was narrowing her eyes at him. That was never a good sign.

Clint made a good call by jumping back out of the firing line as Natasha's knee aimed upwards just missing Clint's most sensitive area. He winced at how close she had been to actually getting him. "Natasha! Will you just stop for one second?" he begged her desperately.

She said nothing and began storming away again. So Clint decided to make another idiotic move and chased after her again, but this time he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her backwards. It was possibly one of the stupidest things ever to occur in the history of mankind.

He realised his mistake at the last minute and let go of her waist but it was too late. She grabbed his hands in a death grip and jumped off the ground, lunging her legs back towards him and kicking him squarely in the stomach. She let go of his hands at the very last minute and glared at him as he fell backwards and hit the ground.

He picked himself up off the ground and went after Natasha again, but he didn't grab her this time, which was pretty much the only half intelligent thing he had done all day. "Natasha come on," he begged her again. "You know I didn't mean it like that. You're overreacting"

"Overreacting?" she repeated his words angrily.

"Wait no, I mean you're taking this the wrong way," Clint made a lame attempt to cover up his mistakes.

"So then I'm just crazy?" she demanded as she jabbed the button to the lift.

"I never said that!" Clint shouted as he started to get incredibly frustrated. Natasha was impossible to argue with.

The lift opened and Natasha stepped inside. Clint ran after her and got into the lift just before the doors closed. "Natasha just listen," Clint reasoned with her. She refused to look at him and faced the other direction with her arms crossed. "I never said you couldn't save her. I just said that Phoenix isn't who you think she is. Convincing her to switch sides would be nearly impossible."

"What about me?" Natasha demanded whirling her head around to face him with an angry glare. "I was just like Phoenix, I was brainwashed to kill people and I did exactly that. Why are you telling me that it's not worth the effort to convince her otherwise? You convinced me didn't you? You saved me all those years ago. So what made me different? Why me and why not Phoenix?"

"Nat I," Clint started.

"Answer the question."

Natasha was standing directly in front of them, Clint could nearly see the anger radiating off her. Somehow, even when angry, she still looked beautiful. Natasha Romanoff, the master spy who does things her way and doesn't let anyone mess with her. The genius, the spy, the Black Widow. Clint Barton was an idiot, he knew that. He was a fool. He had fallen for Natasha Romanoff. Of all the stupid things he had done in the past half an hour, what he did next was worthy of a freaking trophy.

He pulled Natasha forward and kissed her.

He was kissing Natasha Romanoff.

And she was kissing him back.

Both of their eyes were closed and no matter how much they knew what they were doing was wrong, they had to smile because it felt exactly right. Neither of them had ever wanted anyone more. Pressed up against each other, they could feel each other's hearts thudding in their chests. They went on kissing, they didn't even have any idea that they were smiling.

As he got caught up in the moment he slowly moved his arms down her back and wrapped them around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They were kissing a lot more fiercely now. Clint stepped backwards and hit the wall of the lift while both assassins were pressed up against each other.

Heat radiated between their bodies and a rush of adrenaline climbed through Natasha's body as she felt the burn of his lips. They'd kissed before of course, but never with so much passion. Natasha loved every minute of it. Even if it was just a simple kiss, there was a hidden ferocity behind.

Who knows how long that kiss lasted for? With both assassins lost in the moment they lost all control of their moral compasses and forgot their boundaries.

Neither of them wanted to break the kiss, but they did need to breathe. They snapped apart at exactly the same time, gasping for air. The door to the lift opened and they stood, on either side of the lift, far apart, watching each other with unblinking and shocked stares.

The realisation dawned on them. What they had just done was so far against the rules if anyone found out the consequences would get them both thrown out of SHIELD without a second thought. With the buzz of the kiss still playing across their lips the assassins couldn't even form words.

Natasha stepped out of the lift first and walked fast down the hallway towards her room. She practically yanked the door open and then slammed it closed behind her. Clint cursed himself angrily as he got out of the lift and looked at the wall in front of him like he wanted to punch it.

"Trouble in paradise?" Tony asked as he appeared around the corner and walked towards him with a drink in hand.

"Go to hell Stark," Clint muttered as he stalked off towards his own room, leaving Tony behind him laughing.