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I jumped out of the car as quickly as I could. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, just enough to get a close spot to the door. I ran through the door and looked for Natasha. I couldn't find her, so I started making my way to the only set of the doors in the room. I had only made it halfway there before a short receptionist placed herself in front of me.
"Excuse me sir, I don't believe you are a woman, I may be wrong, but please wait until your name is called."
"No I am not a woman, but this is serious. My girlfriend needs to be picked up, and I don't know where she is."
"Well sir, I don't have a list of all the relationships in New York, so if you could be a bit more descriptive that would help."
"Oh, well, her name is Natasha Romanov, and she has red hair, and she is beautiful, and can you please help me find her?"
"Fair enough, sir. Follow me." She took me through the doors, and it's probably a good thing she stopped me because it was like a labyrinth back there. After three lefts and four rights I found myself face to face with Natasha in this dismal looking little room with two of the three lights working.
"Natasha" I smiled
"Clint" She responded looking to the floor. I lifted her chin, and she was looking me right in the eyes. I found myself wondering how many more times she would be able to see my eyes and I brought her in closer.
Our lips were connected, like a lock that couldn't be broken, and I tongues were dancing. Her hands found themselves intertwined with mine. In that moment it was just a beautiful girl that I couldn't believe was mine, and me. I would've been happy if that moment never ended, but the receptionist wasn't too thrilled with the whole ordeal. After about the fifth time we stopped, and just smiled.
As the woman showed us out from the maze, Natasha and I held hands. I was terrified, but I couldn't let Natasha know that. She was probably scared beyond belief, and she could read me too well to not recognize my false smile.
We left and started making our way to the car, and Natasha stopped. She looked at me, then at the ground and whispered:
"What do we do now?" I could have sworn that I saw a single tear fall from her eyes, one singular tear.
"We keep going" I told her as I wrapped my arms around her.