Hello everyone! First things first: I am so sorry this came so late. I was planning on posting this on Tuesday, but then school happened and life got in the was and writers' block and drama and all that jazz. So please accept my dearest apologies. Also, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has stuck around! It means so much to me, I honestly had no idea that people would even like this story.

Anyway, get your tissue boxes ready! This is the last chapter of JGMAR. Cue the crying. Well, not really. Whatever. Just read.

Clint stuck his tongue out at his partner, getting nothing but an impatient eye roll out of her. He was so immature, it was constantly getting on the Russian's nerves. Clint pouted at her. He just wanted a laugh, was that too much to ask? She was always so closed up and hidden behind her walls, Clint sometimes didn't have a clue how she was feeling.

"Do you love me, Natasha?" Clint asked out of the blue, leaning into her and taking her hand.

"Love is for children," she answered automatically, turning her face away from his burning gaze.

"Maybe that's why I act so childish around you," he countered softly.

"I-" Natasha's voice caught, realizing she didn't know what to say. Memories and images hit her like a brick wall: Clint making goofy faces and trying to get her to laugh, Clint calling people stupid nicknames behind their backs, Clint acting like a twelve-year-old and annoying the crap out of her, Clint, Clint, Clint. That's all there ever was, she had just never realized it. She stood there, mouth slightly agape, taking it all in.

Clint.

"It's okay, Tasha" he said quietly, taking her chin in his hand and gently forcing her to look up at him, breaking her out of her trance. "You don't have to say anything." He leaning in more and gently pressed his lips to hers. He held her loosely, effectively relaying the message that she could leave if she wanted to, he wouldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

She rested her hands lightly on his chest. She could feel his firm, toned muscles through his thin shirt. Clint brushed his rough thumb against her cheek and buried his hand in his hair, sending shivers that she couldn't repress down her spine.

Natasha pulled back, an odd look on her face.

"I'm-" Clint started, but she cut him off before he could finish.

"No," she insisted. "That was good." She smiled a genuine smile at him, and he could feel his knees grow weak. He loved that smile, it always managed to light up his world when it was used.

She opened her mouth to say something. "I… Well… It's just… I…" Once again, Natasha didn't know how to say what she felt.

"Tasha," Clint asked slowly. "Are you trying to say what I think you're trying to say?" She gave him a look that only he would understand as a yes. He broke into a grin. "I love you too, Tasha." He pulled her close to him, enveloping her in his arms and resting his chin on her head. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his much broader waist.

She did love him. Her definition of love wasn't the same as his, but they each knew how the other felt. He would remind her what it meant to love and be loved, and she would learn again. They were both broken people with dark stories, but they would love each other better because of the pain. Their love went deeper than words could ever express. The phrase "I love you" would never be enough to describe their feelings, but would suffice nonetheless. They needed each other, and they knew it. She needed him to remind her that the world wasn't all bad, and he needed her to keep him sane. They needed each other to be there when the nightmares came and the demons were relentless and the scars hurt too much to ignore.

Clint Barton would always be there for Natasha Romanoff, and she for him.

Partners until the end.

*bursts out crying* It's over what am I supposed to do with my life now? Besides school, drama club, and everything else... Well thank you guys so much for reading! It has been an honor. Feel free to leave a review about what you thought of the story!

Well, I'm not sure when I'll post again. School is gonna get busy, and I'm gonna have even less time to write. If that's possible. But I do have ideas for more stories that I'm going to write. I started a Hunger Games fic, and I'm planning a Supernatural one. I have ideas for Spiderman 3, Doctor Who, Harry Potter... I'm not sure what I'll write and what will stay in the labyrinth of my mind, so review or PM me of there's anything you might want to read. Thank you all for reading, and I'll see you later!