October 2nd: It's been 25 years

(rated K+, Clintasha)

He was looking at nothing in particular – his greyish-blue eyes gazing over the rooftops of New York City. The clouds were mixing with the smog covering everything in layers and layers of black and white. Goosebumps covered the visible skin on his neck and arms since he had no coat with him. He didn't seem to care, however, because he kept sitting still on the edge of the concrete roof leaning onto the metal handrail.

His eyes wandered down onto the streets.

A young man carrying a toddler on his shoulders accompanied by a woman holding an older child's hand;

A woman in her 40s wearing a dark grey suit carrying a Prada-purse walking fastly and checking her wristwatch way too often;

A group of young people strolling along the shop windows laughing and chatting excessively;

An old man sitting on a bench feeding birds with a piece of lemon cake he was holding in one hand;

All those people living ordinary lives, thinking about ordinary problems; What was it like to be ordinary? Would it be better? Of course, it would be easier, but he would never know anyway.

Small footsteps suddenly joined the howling of the autumn-wind and he immediately turned around relaxing immediately when he spotted the person who had joined him: „What are you doing here, Nat?"

Natasha walked over to the edge and placed two cups of coffee next to him. Carefully she wrapped a woolen blanket around his shoulders: „I've been looking for you all day. Jarvis told me you were up here." He sighed and nodded slightly. Natasha rolled her eyes and sat down on his other side: „Come one, talk to me, Clint!"

Clint started chewing on his bottom lip: „I… I walked the streets of the city all day long. The roof seemed to be the right place to be for me now."

Natasha took one mug and placed it in his hands while grabbing the other one herself: „Do you… want to tell me about it?"

Hesitantly Clint shifted back and forth almost spilling his coffee: „I guess, it's ridiculous and you wouldn't think it's worth thinking about."

Nat shrugged and took a sip from her own mug: „Even if so – you shouldn't be sitting in the cold all alone. I like keeping you company."

Clint looked her in the eye for a moment before taking a swing from the coffee and nodding: „It's been 25 years since my parents have died. Not that I'm sad about my drunk abusive father, but he took mum with him, he killed both of them in that car. Barney and I were too young. It's just – Sometimes I think about the life I might have had if we hadn't left the orphanage to join the circus or if they had never died in the first place."

Nat didn't look at him and instead faced the city in silence. When he had finished she ran one hand through her hair and quietly spoke up: „I don't think that's ridiculous at all. The day the KGB targeted my family, the day they killed both my parents and burned our house down… Sometimes I want nothing more than wipe that day out of existence."

Clint looked down briefly before looking at Nat again: „On the other hand, if we were just ordinary people I would have never met you."

Natasha furrowed her brow and looked at him again: „Am I really worth such a number of complicated years and more to come?"

The corners of Clint's mouth twitched upwards: „Nat, don't even ask that. Of course you are! I wouldn't know what to do without you."

A while they both sat in silence drinking coffee. Clint emptied his mug first and looked at it intently before returning his eyes to Nat: „You make great coffee. It's way better than the gross brew Stark makes."

Grinning Nat emptied her coffee too: „It is quite simple. I turn the regulator next to the power button down to slow."

Clint let a small laugh escape his mouth: „Easy indeed. Thanks for the tip. Now I won't have to run on terrible coffee for the rest of my life."

Natasha gazed down on the busy streets of New York once again and mumbled: „Did you mean it?"

Clint looked at her quizzically: „That you make good coffee?" Natasha smiled and gave him a pinch: „No, idiot. That you wouldn't know what to do without me."

Clint sighed and gently touched her chin to make her face him: „Nat… I really mean it. I need you in all that madness that is our life. Sometimes I feel like you are the only one who understands me, I feel like you belong with me in some way… thank you anyway – for the great coffee." He grinned and Natasha pinched him once again.

Slowly Natasha rose from the edge of the rooftop: „Come on… it's getting dark and even colder." Clint grabbed the mugs and stood up as well: „Right…" Nat already started walking towards the door when Clint spoke up again: „Wait… one more thing."

Natasha stopped and turned around about to answer him when his lips met hers. Too surprised to react at first she just stood there but returned the kiss after a few moments. Clint slowly parted from her and smiled: „Sorry for that…"

Natasha grinned slightly: „Didn't know, you could actually kiss, Barton."

Clint started grinning again too: „What made you think I couldn't?"

Smirking Nat took the blanket from him: „You as a smartass should know everything already."

Clint held onto the blanket and pulled her closer with it: „Is that so? In that case…"

He kissed her once again while wrapping the blanket around the both of them.