Chapter Five
"Just stay with me." I hear Clint say like he's in pain. I, however, am actually in pain. My back is killing me. I think I must have blacked out because I am on the floor, Clint crouching beside me.
"Are you two together?" Tony asks and I guess Clint must have said that he loved me. That was idiotic, especially in front of Stark, let alone everyone else. Clint begins to talk to me with his eyes saying "You, me upstairs now. We need to talk." We do this quite often and the others get really annoyed by it. Today, though, no one seems to have noticed.
"Looks like I'm pretty tired," I say out loud, "I know I've been out for a week but yeah, I'm tired." I go to make my way upstairs and have no idea how Clint's going to get out if there. Five seconds later, however, he is by my side. We go up to the second to top floor, which is Clint's but I normally stay there too, and sit on his bed. I ask him,
"Please don't say you said you loved me in front of Stark." He replies.
"Won't say it then."
"You, Sir, then get the title of complete idiot." I pause for a second, weighing my options, "I need to let off some steam. Wanna spar?" I ask. He accepts and we make our way down to the gym.
One intense sparring match later, which I won, we are resting when Steve walks into the room. "Knew I'd find you two here," he says, "I don't think the others did but I saw your eyes thingy earlier. Do you want some food? Jane's making some Mac 'n' chesse."
"Yeah we'll be up after a shower." Clint says and Steve leaves. I give Clint daggers. "J.A.R.V.I.S tell Stark that if he makes even one innuendo about Natasha and I, we will both personally kill him."
"Of course sir." J.A.R.V.I.S. says in his cute British accent.
"I forget how handy that little guy is." I tell Clint. He nods.
Two showers and a lift ride later, we are sitting round the massive kitchen table. All eight of us, as the baby is asleep ain a crib in in the corner. "Clint, Natasha, Thanks for joining us!" Stark says as we sit down.
"Just remember what J.A.R.V.I.S said Stark," I reply, "And the death threats."
"Wasn't that what J.A.R.V.I.S said?" Stark mutters but is half drowned out by Pepper who growls, just like I would, I suppose,
"Lilliana is not growing up without a father." We all eat in silence after that.
"Movie Night!" Stark declares, something he does around about every month, "To celebrate Lilliana's birth and Natasha's coming back to humanity."
"I think I'll pass." Clint and I say at the same time. The lift door opens and Mitchell, our new handler after Coulson 'Kicked the bucket', steps in and says, "Barton, I'm afraid you're gonna have to. Good to see you alive, Romanoff."
"Quite fun to live." I then digest what he's just said, "What? Clint's not going on another mission without me. No I'm coming too." I say, afraid for Clint. I know he's Hawkeye and everything but, I still worry for him. Plus, I haven't seen any action for almost two weeks, I think.
"Stay here, Tasha, you just came back. I can't lose you again." Clint says, his voice full of worry.
"Fine, both of you come to base, Fury will decide if Romanoff can help. I don't even know if it's a mission, Fury just told me that he wanted Barton. And the rest of you are gonna be needed in a week. Minus you, Stark. You're on baby leave." We enter the lift a zoom up to the top. We get onto another mini jet, something I've been on far too many times. When we land at S.H.I.E.L.D base, around half an hour later, and exit the jet. Fury greets us on the landing deck and just looks at me.
"Couldn't miss the action, could you Romanoff. Barton's only here because I need his report on the mission earlier and I know he won't do it when you're around so I brought him here. Though, while you're here I may as well get you looked over. I've got an Avengers mission scheduled for next week, you're blowing up a new version of HYDRA base. I know Stark can't go so I need the rest of you performing to your best standards. Come with me, Natasha. Go to your office, Clint." Clint and I shared an office. We had never appreciated all the paperwork Coulson did for us until he died and we had to do it ourselves. Clint's 'in tray' was normally overflowing, mine normally empty. When the guy checking me over had deemed me completely Ok and I was given the all clear for next week's mission, I was told to do whatever I wanted, except to go into my office, the Black Widow was never one to follow orders though. I open the door and find it empty. "Gosh, Clint. Where are you? I Love you. I know that we've been apart only a few hours but Clint, I do miss you."