A/N- Thank you for all the kind reviews! They really make my day. By the way, I can't post the lyrics to the song because they're not mine, so this will make a lot more sense if you know the lyrics to the song. Sorry for any confusion!
"Clint, stop trying to woo me," Natasha said wearily as she saw the bouquet of flowers sitting on their kitchen table. "It's not going to work."
"I beg to differ. I can see you slowly falling for me, even if you won't admit it to yourself." Clint flashed her the boyish grin that he knew she secretly liked.
Natasha sighed in annoyance. Would his pointless, immature advances never stop? "If you don't stop annoying me, I'm going to push you off the Helicarrier and shoot you to pieces as you fall."
Clint smirked. "You wouldn't do that, you would miss me too much. "
"No, I wouldn't," she deadpanned.
Wow. Harsh. "Come on, Tasha, give me a chance."
"I'm giving you a chance at learning how to not piss me off, and you're not doing very well," Natasha said, trying valiantly to keep her temper in check.
"Don't make this about me, Tasha. What's wrong? Why won't you say yes to me?"
"Oh, see, now you're desperate," she said, rolling her eyes and walking away.
"The fact is, Natasha, that you could have any man you wanted, and yet you refuse to let anyone get that close. Why?" Clint asked, ignoring her comment at his desperation, which really wasn't that bad. He just didn't want anyone but her.
Natasha whipped around, tired of his persistence. Maybe if she just told him the truth, he would shut up and give her some space. "Fine! You want to know why I don't let anyone get too close to me? It's because no one would want me, Clint! I'm a monster, I've killed thousands of people since I was ten! I've had to sleep with more men than should be healthy! I'm too far gone to love anyone back! The Red Room destroyed me, it took out love and anything remotely similar and replaced it with a killing machine! I can't love anyone!" Natasha was breathing heavily after her explosive rant, staring at Clint with all the anger in the world in her eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she calmed herself down. "Sorry, I-"
Whatever she was going to say was cut off by Clint suddenly wrapping his strong arms around her and holding her close to him. She stiffened instinctively, but slowly relaxed her body when she realized he meant no harm. He pulled back slightly to look at her while still holding her.
"I want you, Natasha," Clint said softly, allowing some of his walls to come down. "I don't know everything about your past, but I want to know. I want to know everything about you, good or bad, because I accept you as you are. I love who you are, even if you don't. You're not the only messed up one, you know." He gave Natasha a soft but genuine smile as he saw the sea of usually hidden emotions swirling in her eyes. She took a deep breath and buried her head in his shoulder, allowing for once him to hold her in her weakness.
"Thank you," she whispered, still holding on to him tightly. For one, she allowed herself to just be held by someone else.
I love Coulson. He's such a fatherly figure for Clint and Natasha. They're such a great messed-up family:)