Time for Chapter 4.
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Thought you might need a recap of the cliff hanger I left you in:
"I think I'm in love with you."
Everything was silent until Stark spoke "Awkward." earning himself a light punch from the recently turned Bruce, who was stood there awkwardly naked. Steve threw him his spare clothes.
"Is this really the time to tell me that?" Natasha finally spoke.
"Possibly not." He admitted.
"I'm cutting the black wire."
Natasha cut threw the black wire carefully then quickly set the bomb down back into the draw. Then she heard the dreaded words in a dark monotone voice "Detonation in thirty seconds."
"Shit."
She ran out of the room and down the first flight of stairs as fast as she could, hearing the words "Detonation in fifteen seconds." echo through the halls. She carried on running across the second floor and headed to the last staircase, she knew she didn't have much time. "five." she stormed down the stairs "Four" She reached the end "Three" she made her way towards the door "Two" She stumbled. "One." She got back up and ran. "Zero." She ran out of the door, just as the building was engulfed in flames. She felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her from the flames that kept growing closer, the mystery hero pulled her behind a stay car until the fire dyed down and returned to just the warehouse.
She pulled away from her hero and was met with the blue/grey eyes of Clint Barton. "you okay?" he asked her, she could see the concern in his face.
"Thanks to you, I should've cut the red wire." She replied gratefully.
"You're welcome." He smiled weakly, both of them startled by the fact that Natasha nearly lost her life.
"What would I do without you?" She asked casually.
"Well for starters you'd be dead."
They laughed. "Did you mean what you said?" She asked.
"What did I say?" He retorted.
"That you think you love me."
"Oh that." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "What would you do if I told you that I did?"
"Well you would have to tell me to find out." she smirked.
"I love you."
"You guys having a girl scout meeting over there?" Tony interrupted, taking the mask off of his iron man suit. Natasha stood straight up, leaving Clint looking annoyed.
"In case you didn't realise Stark, I just nearly died, sorry for needing a few minuets to get my head straight." The five avengers laughed, an odd occurrence baring in mind the situation they were in. They started to make their way back to the helicopter when a storm appeared out of nowhere in the hot city.
"I think we have company." Steve spoke aloud.
There was a loud thump and like the God he is, Thor stood tall with the burning warehouse in the background. "Did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Nothing of any importance." Natasha spoke loudly "It's good to have you here but you could have come a little earlier."
"I apologise, I do love a good brawl."
They made their way back to Avenger tower to show Thor where he would be staying.
"Then Natasha came running out followed by a HUGE explosion!" Tony was telling Thor and Pepper about the mission, he was drunk and it was obvious it the way he slurred his words together and kept stumbling into the coffee table. "Then..." Clint tuned him out.
"Can we talk?" Clint whispered to Natasha as she laughed next to him at Tony falling again. She turned her head to her partner.
"Sure, lets go into the kitchen." Natasha got up and headed for the kitchen door with Clint hot on her heals. They remained stood up at opposite ends of the large white room. "What's up?" She asked, knowing what he wanted to talk about but trying to prevent the inevitable.
"You know exactly what." He spoke as she faked a confused look. "My confession of love from earlier." He clarified.
"Oh right, that!" She laughed. The only sound was their hearts pounding against their chests and the laughter from the other room. "Clint, I ..." She stalled.
"Nat just answer me this...Do you love me?"
"Yes."
That was all he needed to hear, he closed the space between the two of them and leant in to kiss her, their lips were centimetres apart when she shoved hard on his chest, catching him off guard and making him stumble backwards slightly. "I love you, but I can't be with you." She ran out of the kitchen and took the elevator straight to her room, where she lay on her bed and let memories of her and Clint flood her memory, good and bad, recent and old, love and hate:
"I think I'm in love with you."
"Slowly, intimately and in every way he knows you fear."
"I don't want to kill you Nat."
"Please don't leave me."
"I don't think we should be partners anymore."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I can't be with you."
She let the memories lull her to sleep. For once - without nightmares.