Natasha's Pov

I finally couldn't take it anymore. I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I felt dead tired but I couldn't sleep. I walked across the room and looked in the mirror above my dresser. I looked like a mess. My hair was in a tangled blob and my eyes had deep dark circles around them. I'd be the first one to say I looked like a zombie. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. Coffee I needed coffee. I started to lurch to the kitchen in search of the caffeinated goodness when someone knocked on my door. I quickly located my hidden gun from a covert. I was fully awake now. Not many knew where I lived and I sure as hell wasn't about to get attacked in my own home.

"Tash? You there?" Yelled Clint.

I moved to the door aiming my gun at it. I doubted it was really Clint, as he usually calls first.

My cell phone started ringing and I answered, holding it up on my shoulder as I moved closer to the door.

"Hey Nat. Can you open the door. It's freezing out here!" I sighed and held my gun to my side as I opened the front door. There stood clint holding two cups of coffee, he smirked a little as I opened the door. "Hey I got you some." He stopped mid sentence and looked me over with a raised eyebrow. "Wow did you suddenly get hooked on the walking dead or are you hungover?"

I rolled my eyes and took one of the coffee cups from him. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." I took a sip. "Good stuff. And not all of us wake up beautiful."

"I know it is because, that is my coffee." Replied Clint stepping inside, I closed the door behind him.

"Mine now." I took another sip and shrugged. "So what brings you so early?" I asked while returning the gun to its hiding spot.

"Well I did call you about an hour ago, but you didn't answer. So I decided being the great friend I am to tell you in person." He walked with me taking in what I assumed were the new paintings I put around the kitchen. I realized Clint hasn't been to my house in a while.

"Tell me what?" I turned to him now curious. I wondered what was so important that he had to come to my house considering we were going to lunch together later.

"Thor called me earlier saying that the avengers were basically re-assembling, and that he couldn't get to you on your phone." I nodded as he spoke, swallowing a big gulp of coffee before answering.

"Well then why are we still standing here?" I turned for the door as a cool hand placed itself on my shoulder, Clint turned me around smirking. We were close. As in almost nose touching close. I was a bit startled by this but I didn't mind. I've never really been a huge fan of "chick flicks" but I had seen a few. And what I've learned from the four I've seen is that this would be the perfect kiss scene. He moved closer, so close that our lips almost touched.

Clint stumbled back with a certain amount of clumsiness that wasn't usual for him at all, bringing his arm back to his side."You know you're still in your pjs' right Tasha?"

Why didn't he kiss me? Wait, why do I care. I don't care. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly then opened them. "Give me about five minutes and I'll be ready." I almost ran up the stairs feeling a bit dizzy.

Clint's Pov

I watched her jog up the steps and after she was out of earshot, I sighed. Whats' wrong with me! Why did I get so close to her? If I wasn't in my right mind I probably would've kissed her. And if I was stupid enough to actually do it... I'd probably be dead. Who was I kidding. From the moment I met Natasha Romanoff I was on borrowed time.

A/N: Ok I litterly just checked my email and I saw all the lovelys who are now following my story. (You all just made my day just FYI) So I decided to update again today. Special thanks to AvengerRedHuntress for being my first reviewer! And of course the lovely ms. Iamtheblaze for being my second, and not just anyone can do a kick ass story on jex, so I stuck with what I know. HA! Anyways Hosta la vista peoples of the interwebs! I have to actually post this now.

-CCGG