This is chapter 13! Wow this has gone quickly! I only started a week ago exactly! Hope you like this! x

We began walking back towards the tower together through the deserted streets. People were focusing on helping others and not the city just yet.

"We should probably call Coulson. I know that he'll be worried about us like usual."

Oh God. The other Avengers turned round to look at me with confused expressions. They thought that I told him.

"Clint..." I began, but he interrupted me.

"Have you guys met him? Captain, he would be freaking out right now. He does not stop talking about these trading cards of his!"

"Clint."

"Yeah?" He turned to face me, the rest of the team behind him looking at us.

"There is something that I need to tell you. About Coulson."

"What? What is it?" he asked looking between me and the others.

Suddenly, his curious face turned into that of shock.

"No." he said, voice cracking slightly from the emotion.

"You're lying." His face now portrayed no emotion at all and I knew that he would later take it out on a punch bag.

"I wish I was." I said.

He looked at me, his blank face unmoving, and just turned around to begin walking back to the tower again.

"What was that about?" Steve asked.

"Just stay out of his way for a while and we should be fine."

Realising what I said I corrected myself.

"Sorry, he should be fine."

The other Avengers accepted it for now and we caught up to Clint.

I went beside him whilst the others were talking about some kind of flexible pants for Bruce.

"Hey, please don't do this."

"You're one to talk you bottle emotions up for a living."

"This is different and you know it. Coulson wasn't like a target."

"It's not just targets. You do it with everyone."

"Not everyone." I said looking straight at him.

"You and Coulson were the exceptions." I said gritting my teeth. It's been a long day. I've gotta let some emotion slip out at some point.

"Were? Were? So what am i to you now?" He practically shouted.

"You know that I was only talking about Coulson. You're the only person I have left in the world. Do you understand that?" I screamed in his face.

I paused and looked at the Avengers behind me.

They all looked like I was going to cut all their limbs off apart from Tony who was smirking as usual.

They begin to talk again once I had brought a throwing knife out of my shoe and said a stern "Carry on."

Putting the knife back in it's place, I said "I'm sorry."

He mulled over my words and for a moment I couldn't get a read on him.

"The Black Widow apologising. Today really is a significant day." he said smiling slightly, but then his face went to one of sadness.

"But you have nothing to apologise for. It was all my fault." He started walking ahead of me at a quick pace and I knew he wanted to be left alone.

I hung back with the other Avengers. They stared at me and after a while I asked "What is it?"

"What's wrong with him?" Rogers asked.

"Is it your fault? Couples argument? Bad in bed?" Stark commented. Ass. I knew that was coming.

"We are not a couple and we certainly aren't sleeping together."

"Whatever you say read head." he said holding his hands up.

We continued to walk down to Stark Tower. We were nearly there.

"He doesn't cope brilliantly with stuff like this. When it's someone close to him, then he bottles it in and usually punches it out. If it's anything else that just depresses him, then he goes shooting."

"Why does the archer do this?" Thor asked.

"He doesn't want to admit that Coulson is gone, because he meant so much to us. Too much to us. And shooting arrows relaxes him."

"What was he to you? A colleague?" Bruce asked.

"He was their handler for 6 years. Well Spidey's for 6 and Barton's for 8."

"You hacked my file." I said, not really surprised.

"Honey, I hack everyone's files."

I pulled out a knife and held it to his neck holding him in an inescapable grip now being grateful for him taking his helmet off instead of annoyed that I had to look at his face.

"Now you listen to me Stark, if you spill any confidential information from that file, then I will kill you."

His eyes widened as I held the grip on his neck tighter and he said "Yep. Fine. No one. LET GO!"

With that I dropped him on the floor.

Getting up, he said hoarsely "Man, will you stop hurting me."

"You hacked my files. What did you expect?" Bruce asked.

Once we arrived at the tower, Barton was outside.

"JARVIS won't let me in."

"Dammit! I forgot to input your hand print on the system. You were Loki's puppet earlier, so I didn't have a chance to change it."

Stark walked up to the front entrance and placed his hand on the scanner.

"Welcome home, Sir." a British voice said.

"What sorcery is this?" Thor said raising his Mjolnir in his hand. Stark rolled his eyes.

"He's my A.I. He looks after the tower."

Thor still looked confused.

"An artificial intelligence."

Still confused.

"A talking machine Thor."

Thor look excited.

"What the damage, J?" he said as we walked into the elevator.

"All floors inside are not damaged. The building's exterior has broken glass and some areas have scratches on. The living room has holes in the floor."

"I know. I know. Don't make me think about it. Just take us up to the living room floor."

"Of course, Sir."

Once the elevator reached the floor, we got out and Stark offered us drinks.

We walked towards the kitchen and I turned around to ask what Barton wanted to drink, but the elevator door was shutting.

"Clint!" I shouted running after him, but the elevator had already shut before I got there.

"Dammit! JARVIS, where is Barton going?"

"Mr. Barton is on his way to the gym."

"Thank you." I said before sprinting down the stairs nearly tripping over most of them.

"JARVIS, what floor is the gym on?"

"Floor 60, Miss Romanoff. One more floor down."

"Thanks."

From all of Starks faults, JARVIS is brilliant.

The doors opened and I saw Clint beating the life out of a punchbag.

"Clint." I said softly.

He stopped and I walked over to him, put my hands on his shoulders and forced him to face me.

He looked lifeless.

He refused to direct his eye contact at me.

"Clint, look at me."

No response.

"Look at me!" I said a bit louder, which made him look up.

My heart ached when I saw his tired frustrated eyes barely able to stare at mine.

I moved my hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face.

"You're gonna be okay. We'll get through this just like we always do. Alright?" I said.

His eyes filled with tears and his knees collapsed from under him.

I quickly caught him and helped him over to the wall.

We slid down it, to lie on the floor, and he put his head on my stomach.

I stroked his head as he sobbed.

"We're gonna be okay. I promise." I whispered and kissed his head.

He looked up at me. Shit.

Why did I do that?

I was surprised when he pulled himself up to wrap me in a warm comforting hug.

"Thank you." he whispered in my ear.

"For what?"

"Being there for me."

"It's what partners do for each other." I replied.

"Whatever you say Tasha." he said in a rather sad tone.

We stayed like this for a minute until he moved round to my side and put his head against my shoulder.

What am I doing?

If anyone saw me now, they would think I was anybody but the Black Widow.

Don't you...don't you even think about...oh crap.

Before I knew what I was doing, I put my head against his like it was a second nature.

I love him.

What would I do without...wait...I'm guessing this is what love feels like...what did I just...No...that was just a passing phrase like a friend saying it to a friend...God you're lying to yourself and you know it. Great. What am I going to do?

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