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Chapter 6

Natasha Romanoff associated memories with feelings and contrary to popular belief, and the rumors around SHIELD, the Black Widow did have feelings.

Her feelings of joy was tied in with ballet, the only times in life when she stopped thinking and just let her body go.

Sadness was also tied in with ballet as it was ripped away from her by the Red Room.

Do not get attached, little Natalia.

Love was tied with memories of Bucky. The way that he held her, kissed her, made love to her. The way she missed him, wanted him, knew him.

"Natalia," Bucky's voice called her out from her thoughts as his robotic had stroked her back. "What are you thinking about?"

Natasha shook her head in embarrassment, much like she would have if she when she was fourteen. Before she was the Widow and was able to control her emotions.

"Come on, Natalia. Tell me."

"I was thinking of the mission in Argentina."

"Ah, where we killed fifty American agents," Bucky replied with a smile. "Took us what? Half an hour."

"Tops," Natasha said leaning into his embrace.

"You remember the Room, Natalia? The time where I was introduced to you as your trainer?"

"I do. I thought you were the most handsome man I had laid eyes on."

"Well you had only seen Ivan and those funny little boys running around with their tails between their legs in those times," Bucky pointed out staring at the patterns on the ceiling curiously. "Is it different now?"

He wondered if Natasha knew that those patterns had been what they used to sooth her before a reprogramming session.

"I've seen a million different men in the world, and what I thought then still stand."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I thought that when we were at Budapest, when I was riding behind you on that God-awful motorcycle that was at least fifteen years older than me," Natasha stated. "And that time... we were in Hawaii, you got us leave and you looked at me with the sun behind you..."

Natasha felt Bucky's drip on her body tighten, his body tense.

She turned to meet his eyes, "That wasn't you, was it?"

Bucky shook his head. Natasha buried hers in the crook his neck embarrassed she couldn't get her memories between Bucky and a man who was nothing but her partner, apart.

Natasha was confused.

Those were two memories she held on dearly when she felt love.

"I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Natalia. It is a flaw in your programming."

Natasha nodded her head closing her eyes and willing herself to fall asleep. After two hours of lying there trying to figure out the mess that was her head, her feelings, she slowly slipped away from the bed and walked out of the room to clear her head.

She wandered around the building, stepping into the elevator without a destination.

Before she knew it, she was standing at Clint's floor.

"Natasha?" Clint asked, turning around from the table, surprised to see her. He thought that his mind was playing tricks on him. He hasn't seen her in about eight months and yet he could still sense her; know when she's around. "What's wrong?"

Natasha walked towards Clint and sat at the barstool where there was a divider that opened up to the kitchen. "I can't sleep."

Clint nodded walking over to the pot and pouring Natasha some tea. "Something bothering you?"

Natasha took a sip of the tea that Clint had given her surprised that he still remembered her favorite. He was the only one who could make tea the way she liked it, even she didn't know how and had always relied on Clint to be there when she wanted some tea.

She inhaled the aroma before taking sip.

"I don't know," Natasha admitted meeting Clint's green eyes. Clint nodded his head with a small smile, much like he had done in the past. She responded with a small smile on her own.

"I haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, it's been a while hasn't it?"

"Bucky working out for you?" Clint asked her getting a look from her that meant surprise and confusion. He realized where he had gone wrong there and back tracked. He didn't want to know about her and Bucky's personal lives as much as she didn't want to share it. "I meant, as a partner. I hear you guys doing well together."

"Keeping tabs on me, Barton?"

"You were my partner, Natasha. I want to make sure you're safe."

Natasha nodded pushing the mug away. "Do you remember Budapest? When we took that ancient motorcycle and -"

"And drove off into a gun fight and out of it, intact?" Clint smirked remembering those days. "I remember. You and I, we were like Batman and Robin."

"You were Robin."

Clint pouted playfully, "Just 'coz I was from a circus..."

For hours, the two assassins looked out into the city reminiscing about the highs and lows of their partnership. The pranks, the adventures, the way that Clint would find the weirdest thing to eat in every city and force Natasha to try it.

The sun was rising on New York City, it's streets a little more busier.

"I miss this, Clint," Natasha blurted out, turning to look at him. "I miss my best friend."

Clint placed his hands on top of hers and gave it a squeeze. "I'm still here whenever you need me, I promise."

Natasha smiled at him nodding her head. "And you never break promises."

"No, I never do," Clint returned her smile, his eyes wrinkling at the side.

Once upon a time, there was a Russian spy who wanted more out of life besides killing people who may or may not have deserved to die.

Once upon a time, there was an ex-carnie turned spy who promised her that there was another way. That there was always another way.

She shook his hand, taking him up on his promise for a better life.

Love is for children, Natalia.

Young Natalia Romanova had loved James "Bucky" Barnes. The man who taught her a thousand ways to kill a man with only her body.

Natasha Romanoff fell in love with Clint Barton. The man who taught her that while she had kill thousands with only her body, that although her ledger was dripping red, it was never too late to right the wrongs and fix her life.

Clint draped his arm around Natasha's shoulders pulling her close. Natasha snuggled to him, shut her eyes and breathed him in.

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