The next thing she knew she was running through the S.H.I.E.L.D. Heli-carrier searching for Clint.
As she was frantically searching for the archer she was calling his name, well his code name that everyone knew him by. "Hawkeye! Where are you?! I need you! We need to talk!" Clint had heard Natasha calling for him but he couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth, but he had to see her one last time, one last goodbye.
After almost searching for Clint all day she couldn't believe how stupid she was for not looking in his room first. On her way to his room she couldn't help but wonder about what she was going to say to him, wondering what would happen if she messed up. Once she reached the archer's room she didn't know what to do, for once she didn't have a plan. So without thinking she opened the door.
The moment she entered the room Clint her pushed her up against the wall, kissing her desperately, like his life depended on it. Tilting his head to gain more access into her mouth, his tongue violently pushing against her own, and his hands holding down Natasha's arms pushing her harder against the wall the longer they kissed. After a minute the archer rested his forehead against the Widow's forehead as they were both gasping for air. Clint, still holding Natasha, voice croaky whispered in her ear "I had to see you one last time" But before Nat could say a word he put her in a sleeping hold, knowing that he had caught her off guard.
Once he knew that she was out he then tied her up to a chair knowing that he would be the first thing on her mind. If they had been alone he would have tied her up in her room, but he couldn't since they were on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Heli-carrier, which was filled with highly trained agents who would suspect that something was wrong instantly, and report it to Fury immediately.
Clint knew that should stay, stay for her but it was too much pain, besides he had no time for second thoughts as she would soon wake up in a few minutes not an hour, like it was for the average human being. Nobody at S.H.I.E.L.D. knew that he was depressed. Not even Nat, not anyone, not even Barney knew about it. Not that it even mattered anymore since they weren't close, not since the circus. In fact who would even miss him, no one even noticed him. As a matter of fact no one appreciates him or what he does.
It was as if they hired him because they felt sorry for him, plus it meant there was one less assassin to kill. Just thinking about this made Clint want to leave even more than he already did.
Enough was enough he just wanted to get this over and done with, and with that he plugged the bath tub and turned on the tap to let the bath fill with water. As the bath was filling up Clint started to remove his clothes starting with his top and ending with his socks until it was just him standing there alone naked with nothing but the scars that covered his defined, muscular body. He folded his clothes neatly in the corner of the bathroom floor, he then turned the tap off in the bath once the water was the perfect amount to accompany his body.
After taking one last look at Nat who was fast asleep he closed the door softly and picked up his steel throwing knife, that he had when he was an assassin for hire, and began to press the knife deep into the vein on his left wrist.
After cutting into the vein blood started to drip out of his wrist and in pain he instantly shouted "Ow! Shit! This hurts!" he then immediately shut up remembering that Natasha was still in his room. He now had to act faster knowing that the Widow would be up in minute as hearing Clint's voice in pain was a sixth sense to her (since Clint was always getting them into trouble on missions and so she always had to find a way to get them out of it). He then stepped into the bathtub and picked the bloody knife with his left hand that was violently shaking in pain and began to align the knife with the centre of his vein.
There he was standing there, Clint at their wedding, while she was walking down the aisle in an ivory dress that perfectly complemented her pale complexion. Until out of nowhere he was shouting in pain and from which Natasha began to stir from her slumber as she began to immediately recall the events of today.
Clint, he was in pain but how? She thought he had left S.H.I.E.L.D. not wanting to be tracked down by her. Until she remember how croaky his voice was. He had been upset almost as if he was about to put himself in a hole that she wouldn't be able to get him out of.
With that her eyes began to open adjusting to the darkness of the room, she tried taking a step forward but wasn't able to move. Her whole body was tied with rope to a chair in Clint's room, soon she was feeling for her knife that was attached to her suit at her wrists. Once widow had a grip of the knife she began cutting through the rope it took her longer than expected but then again we are talking about Clint whom knew her very well, especially when it came to the number of weapons in her inventory at one time.
The instant her hands were free she began to untie the rest of herself from the chair. The moment she was completely untied she scanned the room for any clues to which may help her find him.
She saw that the archer's bathroom door was closed, Hawkeye never closed his bathroom door even before going on a mission or holiday since he always had to pee and has no time for doors except for his bedroom door that was always closed no matter what the circumstance was.
After aligning the shaking knife carefully he began to press the knife into the vein on his right wrist. He made a small puncture before immediately moving the knife away from his wrist, hissing at the pain.
He knew he had to drag the blade deeply and quickly down his wrist for him to bleed out fully, but it was so painful. Despite all the pain he had to do it. He had to free himself from his sorrows, he then began to lower his heart rate and regain control of his left hand.
Realigning the blade he moved the away from his wrist still maintaining the position of both the knife and his wrist as he took a final glance around at his surroundings.
He took a deep breath and began to move the knife towards his wrist but before the knife was even able to puncture the skin a black titanium knife cut through the bathroom door and pinned the Archer's knife to the bathroom tiles. Clint flinched when the knife flew out of his hand to which was followed with the door being kicked down by the Widow who had tears streaming down her face the instant she saw what he was doing.
Everything had happened so fast that Clint just stood there completely motionless as he began to realise how much he meant to Natasha and how much pain he would have caused her. "Cl..Clint?!" She whispered, her voice barely audible from crying, His emotions then began to come into play and as she reached out for him he collapsed in her arm crying, with blood dripping down his arms and onto the widow's clothes as well as dropping in the bath as she was embracing him as he was apologising for what he had done.