One more chapter. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Chapter 4: Unintended
Song by Muse, from Showbiz, 1999
Friday
"Hey…" Clint very sluggishly greeted Natasha as he opened the door, keeping a smile on his face despite how tired he was. He was always happy to see her.
Clint wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her inside. It was Friday and it had been a long week. All they needed was some rest. They took a seat on the couch, resting their feet on the coffee table and turning the TV on, but none of them were watching it. They were just sitting next to each, enjoying each other's company, quietly lost in they own thoughts. Clint kept his arm around her so that Natasha was slightly nestled in his embrace. With the tip of his fingers he caressed her bare arm and in no time her eyes were shut. There was no place she'd rather be than right here. In his embrace, she felt at home.
He was everything Natasha never could have hoped for. He made a different choice when he was supposed to kill her. He was the one who always saw more in her than anyone else. No one else had ever bothered trying to know her. He was the only one who always listened to her, even when she didn't make sense or was beyond pissed. Clint was the only one who dared to challenge her fearlessly. Throughout all that time, Natasha had been too busy mending pieces of a heart that she never knew she had instead of giving him the attention he deserved. All her doubts dissipated and in that moment, Natasha was sure about what she had to do because she belonged with him.