Lost in translation

A/N: Hey everyone! Darn it's been a while hasn't it? I was having a difficult time figuring out where I wanted this story to go but now I have SOME sort of idea.

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Natasha and Clint stared at each other locked in an intense staring matched directly following his anything but little declaration. He could feel the tension radiating off of her rigid body underneath him as she narrowed her sharp green eyes. He sighed as he rested his elbows on either side of her head and let his bangs fall into his eyes. He watched he get tenser and tenser- she wasn't taking his words well at all.

"You don't have to say it back Tasha – I just needed you to know," he said softly trying to calm the storm that was about to explode. He knew she literally couldn't say it back even if she did want to – not that he really expected her to admit anything any time soon. The depth of her denial was something no one but her partner could comprehend. Natasha was one of those people who were such good liars she could even manage to fool herself.

And so here they were 10 years later.

Natasha stared at her partner for a long moment before he finally saw her right eye twitched – it was his only warning.

BAM!

The next thing Clint knew he had blacked out for a second as he roughly hit the ground. He groaned as he fell onto his back and painfully cracked his eyes open to look up at the blazing eyes of his silently fuming partner staring down at him. She was beautiful in her rage – deadly and utterly violent – but still beautiful.

"Ugh…you…really…never…change…Tasha…" Clint muttered as he gingerly rubbed his abused jaw. He can't say he didn't see that one coming. He was only surprised that she even let him hold her down long enough to say it at all. He's not stupid – he knew she could have easily thrown him off if she had truly wanted to. His partner was a crazy eccentric Russian for sure. Sometimes he just couldn't guess what she was going to be in these types of moments - annoyingly stubborn or just plain ridiculous. Natasha huffed and angrily tugged at her hair. She mouthed progressively more offensive looking words at him before she gestured wildly in his general direction and he thinks he finally got what she was trying to say.

"I drive you crazy? You drive me crazy!" he scoffed as he eyed her little silent rant warily. He watched her grit her teeth before she finally stopped freaking out and just glared at him fiercely. Clint held his ground and glared back.

"You know what? I said what I wanted to say and you're just going to have to deal with it Tasha!" he said heatedly. He watched something in his partner's eyes snap before she instantly shot forward and had him shoved up against alley wall within seconds. Clint barely winced as he felt his back hit to wall – he was too distracted by the seething assassin growling in his face. He fed off her anger – if she was angry at him it meant she actually cared he had feelings at all. So many men have fallen all over themselves trying to capture the widow's attention – all have perished. He was the only one who ever got away with anything. He was the only one who ever truly got to her.

FYI – telling a girl like Natasha Romanoff you're in love with her is the equivalent to a death sentence. If your name is not Clint Barton she would have killed you long before you even got all the words out. Instead of killing him for being unimaginably compromised she simply gripped his shirt tighter in her two fists and slammed him back against the wall as she stared at him with a dangerous gaze. Clint wasn't afraid – he wasn't even worried. They've always been dangerous people – he knew exactly how dangerous his partner could be. He's watched her in action for years. He's been silent for years. He was sick of silence. He didn't realize how little he was able to say until he was the only one who could do the talking.

"What are you going to do Tasha? What can you possibly do? You can't change how I feel and deep down we both know you feel something too," he whispered staring back her at her angry eyes. Otherwise she wouldn't be this pissed at some flimsy confession she could have easily brushed off and walked away from. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to see the flickers of fear flash across her usually blank eyes. The only reason this would be a problem for her was if there was even a slightest chance, the tiniest possibility that the cold unmoving widow wanted him too.

Natasha had a million thoughts flying through her head and the frustration behind not being able to voice any of them was driving her insane. She couldn't deal with her partner like this. She has always been able to ward off his advances before this voiceless crisis started. She had always managed to keep this problem under control. Now she was definitely not in control and she needed it back desperately. He watched her eyes harden as an icy unmoving determination took over her face and he knew she was mentally running from him again.

It takes two to tango. Natasha knows the dance moves – she just doesn't want to dance. Not with him. Never with him. She roughly grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at her dead in the eye – as if he ever looked away in the first place.

"Partners," she mouthed firmly. He shook his head and chuckled. It was always the same thing.

"We're so much more then partners Tasha," he whispered reaching up and brushing his fingers against her cheek and trailing a haphazard pattern down her face. He felt her desperately try and hold back a shiver and smiled knowingly. She instantly gritted her teeth and roughly yanked at his hair.

"Partners," she repeated with more force behind her harsh look. He winced from the pain but simply shot her a careless grin.

"Why can't we be both? I have your loyalty Tasha. I have your trust. I have your grace and your strength and your support in the field. I have more of you then any other man in the world – but why I can't I have your heart?" he asked quietly placing his hand over her chest. Natasha froze as they both stared at his warm hand resting against her frantically beating heart. Their eyes shot up and he felt something start to burn in his own chest. He was done with waiting.

"It's mine you know?" he said calmly as he gripped her shirt in his own fist and finally decided to take control of the situation. She suddenly backed away from him and forcefully shook her head. A determined look melted over his expression.

"Think about it Natasha. Stop throwing up your damn walls and actually think about it. No one else makes you react the way you react to me. No one affects you the way I affect you. No one makes you feel what I make you feel," he said firmly taking several confident steps towards her tense form. He watched with sharp sniper eyes as she spun away from him and speedily stalked out of the alley. She needed to get out. She needed to get away from him before he did something stupid.

Natasha tensed as she felt him instantly wrap his strong archery-enhanced arms around her waist and drag her back flush against his chest. She felt her control start to slip because for once in her life she had no idea what to do. She felt him breathe hot warm breath against her ear and it started messing with her head and clouded her thoughts with images of them and what he said they should be. She never let herself think about them in the past – those kinds of thoughts were always off-limits. He was off limits. It was wrong. It was wrong. It was wrong!

"And now you're scared," he whispered in her ear as she slammed her eyes shut and tried to ignore every dormant feeling he was evoking in her body. The Black Widow was not supposed to have damn feelings. Hawkeye might – but she was never supposed to. She was supposed to be stronger than that. She was supposed to be able to take anything someone could throw at her. She was trained to never feel anything. Where did all her years of training go? Why was this one man getting to her? She couldn't handle the fact that her own partner was doing this to her. How dare he?

She wasn't going to let him get to her.

She steeled her resolve roughly ripped herself out of his arms and he let her go because he knew the best way to breaking the Black Widow was not by force. She wasn't the only clever one on their team. She wasn't the only one who could plan and get people to say the things they don't want to say. They've never used their own agent skill sets against each other – before today.

"You're going to admit it one day Tasha," he said firmly without moving an inch closer to her - for now he was going let her go. Natasha backed away as she furiously shook her head.

"No!" she silently growled. He gave her an intense look.

"One day is going to be really soon," he said firmly. He's never actively pursued her before – that was going to change really fast. Waiting for her to realize that they were it for each other was obviously not going to happen. He watched her angrily glare at him for several tense seconds before she ripped her eyes away from his and bolted around the corner. She didn't know what exactly he just started but she wasn't going to let him get what he wanted. She gritted her teeth and angrily flew down the alley. She needed to get her damn voice back. She really needed to get him to shut up.

"You're running away again Tasha – but I'm going to catch you," he said determinedly, before he spun around and stalked down the alley in the opposite direction. It was only a matter of time. Natasha Romanoff was his – she has always been his. They have been partners for too long for him to ever want anyone else. There was never anyone else.

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A/N: Well isn't someone a possessive assassin? And the other is a seriously in denial assassin.

Haha that was basically the Clintasha version of: "You know want me,"/ "NO I DON'T!" LMAO

So, what is it going to take to get Natasha Romanoff to crack?

Messed up mission.

Drunk or drugged Natasha.

Avengers meddling.

All of the above?

Next chapter we'll start figuring out why she can't use her vocal cords. How many days does it take for our resident geniuses to get to the bottom of this crisis right?