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Trigger warning for this chapter? Mentions of rape so...yep.

Late at night was usually when he would find out more and more about her haunting past. This rarely happened, and only when she had a few too many drinks. These were the times she let her guard down and was able to be herself. The real Natasha Romanoff. And boy did Clint love that.

It was during these times that he found out that she always wanted to be a dancer, and sometimes when she was sure nobody was around in the tower, she'd lock herself away and dance till she couldn't feel her toes any longer. Those were her favorite days.

It was also during this time they had they had their first kiss.

It was spontaneous. Just an idea of a certain drunk archer who was head over heals in love with a certain red-headed spy. What made it even better was he found that she shared the same feelings towards him.

But now it was after a successful, but hard mission. Successful because they killed the enemy and destroyed everything, and hard because while Natasha was working her 'magic' on the mark, he took everything way too far with her. He told her what his plans were, like they all would. But then he drugged and raped her, and that ended up bringing back memories of her days at the Red Room which were memories she didn't want to remember.

Now she was crying and drunk, something she doesn't usually do. The crying part at least; the drunk part happened more than she was willing to admit.

This was definitely a night Clint would remember. He would remember how her hair was still wet from the shower she took moments earlier, which added to the moisture on his shirt (the other coming from her tears.) He'd remember how this was the first time he ever saw her just uncontrollably break down right in front of him.

"Everything's going to be okay Tash, I promise it will. The worst is over." Clint reassured, kissing the top of her head.

"They used to do that to me in the Red Room. Once I got old enough and wouldn't follow the rules. I never thought that would happen to me again." Natasha mumbled, her head buried in the crook of his shoulder. It seemed like the tears were finally stopping, and now she had a hard time keeping her eyes open. "Thank you Clint." she yawned, letting her eyes flutter closed.

"For what?" He asked, confusion easily heard in his voice.

"For staying with me."

"I'd never leave you. Even if my life depended on it." He replied, falling back against the pillows on the bed. He noticed how tired she seemed, but he wasn't quite ready to let her go yet.

"I know." she responded, her lips twitching upwards into a smile. Moments after she was sound asleep. Unaware of the days events. Oblivious to it all.

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