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They were sprinting through an unsuspecting village in Florence, Italy. Natasha and Clint up against, at least, two dozen gunmen who were firing shots at them.

"This way." Clint said quietly to Natasha, turning down a dark alleyway. They stood against the wall, blending in with the darkness that surrounded them. It wasn't long until they saw the gang that was previously chasing them run right past they alleyway.

Both of them sighed a sigh of relief, their breathing heavy from all the running they had done.

"Where do we go? They're bound to divide into groups and go looking for us." Natasha whispered, looking between both exits of the alley to make sure nobody was coming. Looking around they noticed that there weren't many things useful for hiding. Some trash cans and fire escapes mainly.

"I've got an idea." Clint said, pulling down the ladder on one of the fire escapes.

"You have an idea? This won't end well." Natasha joked, walking over to him.

"Oh ha ha very funny. But maybe we could hide up on the roof? I don't think they'd look up there." Clint suggested, climbing up the fire escape.

"And for once your idea is useful." She said as she started the climb up to the roof.

After the short climb and looking around to gather where they were, they sat down to rest.

"Look, you can see some of them over there." Clint said, pointing out into the distance where they could see a few figures, obviously holding guns.

"Let's just hope they aren't smart enough to find us." Natasha murmured as she scoped out the surrounding roofs next to them.

While Natasha looked around, keeping an eye on the men looking for them, Clint was standing in awe while looking up at the night sky.

"Okay, I think we're safe...Clint?" She asked, puzzled as to why he was so memorized by the sky. They saw it all the time so why should it be anything special?

"Look up."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"You're an idiot."

"Just look."

"I don't see why bu-" She stopped mid sentence, looking like she was told to.

They'd seen stars, but not quite like this.

"Don't see this in New York now do we?" Clint mumbled, a big grin stretching out across his lips.

"When I was little, way before the Red Room, I'd sit out with my father and we'd look at the stars. He would always tell me where the constellations were and I never paid attention to what he'd say the first time." She said, a hint of laughter in her voice. Посмотрите дорогой he would say to me, pointing to all the different ones. I've never looked at the stars since."

They stood in silence for a while longer. She leaned up against him, her head on his shoulder and his hand around her waist. It was a position they were both very used to.

They were feeling peaceful before they heard the shouts of "There they are!" and gun shots rang out into the air.

And they were off to the races once more.

So this was a fun chapter to write!

Just to clear some things up:

Посмотрите дорогой means look darling. I'm not sure if it's right, but that's what google translate told me so i'm good with that.

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