AN: I'm just gonna leave this here. I'll fix it later.
"Where are you going?"
Hot, angry tears streamed down Natasha's face as she stomped down the hall.
"I'm going to kill him."
"Kill him? I don't even know where he is." I grabbed her wrist, spinning her around and she blinked at me.
"Loki has been here for days."
Impossible.
"That can't be. I just saw him. He told me to kill you!"
"Mind control," she muttered, her eyes averting mine, "It's a beautiful thing."
"Natasha look at me." She refused.
"Look at me!" My tone was more assertive this time and it must have gotten threw to her because cautiously her gaze met mine. Her procline skin was stained from her tears; tears she had cried for me. Or at least thats what I thought.
"Why are you crying?" I asked softly.
"I'm not crying," she snapped, "I'm simply leaking saltwater."
"It's the same thing."
Her eyes narrowed at me as she pulled her wrist from my grasp. "I'm crying because I care about you Clint. I owe you my life."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, my heart feeling as if it was on fire. Okay, what the hell? I am an assassin. According to Webster an assassin is a person who commits murder. Do murderers and assassins have hearts? I've been asked that a lot and I've come to the conflusion that, yes, we have hearts, just not all of us use them.
"I have never seen you cry and you choose now to do so?" I kept my face blank. "I may be a close friend and colleague Natasha, but you be over reacting."
"Over reacting?" Her eyes blassed with anger, "Over reacting? You have no idea how wrong you are!" she hissed.
"Enlighten me."
"You want the truth? Fine. I have irrashinal and umcomprehendable feelings toward you that only exist in children's stories."
I blinked at her, trying to comprehend exactly what she had said. Surly she didn't mean...
"English, please, Natasha."
She sighed her expression becoming lax.
"Love Clint."
There is no way I heard that right.
"Are you attempting to tell me you love me?"
A faint smile graced her face that contradicted the sad look in her eyes.
"I do believe I am."