Here's chapter 3… Sorry it took so long to update…Hope you like it… R&R
Clint's POV:
As soon as the door of the cell slammed shut he was on his feet moving towards her, collecting her into his chest. She immediately buried her head into the crook of his neck.
Clint saw as the team stood by awkwardly feeling as if they were intruding on a very private moment between the two spies. He knew they didn't want to be away from Natasha for too long though. They were all worried sick about her when Ivan took her and they were so relieved to see her stumble into the cell alive. She was like all of theirs little sister, no matter how much she denied it she looked at them like big brothers too.
However, they had nowhere else to go to so they just stood as far away as they could to give the pair privacy, which were only a few feet.
"Shh, Nat, calm down you're ok. I've got you, you're ok." Clint whispered in to her ear. Trying to get her to stop trembling. As her trembling body calmed she slowly relaxed in to his chest.
"Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been anyone else?" She whispered back burying her head farther in to his chest.
"I don't know Nat. I'm sorry." He said out loud. Natasha started quietly crying into his chest. Clint's arms wrapped tighter around her.
No one's POV:
The team was surprised by her show of emotion. They gathered around the couple lending Natasha their strength. As her sobs faded to whimpers then dwindling down to shuddering breaths. She reluctantly retreated from her refuge in Clint's chest facing her team.
The team quickly took in her appearance. The cuts and bruises marring her usually gorgeous face.
"Natasha, you don't need to answer if you don't want to, but we were wondering what all of this was about." Steve spoke up gently trying not to push her too hard. Even in her fragile state they all knew that she could still do some serious damage.
Natasha looked hesitantly at Clint who gave her the most subtle nod. She took a shaky breath before replying. "Ivan was one of my trainers in the red room. He was harsh and tough. He always saw the potential in me though and I was his star pupil. When I defected he was furious, I had made him look bad. He would never forgive me and his life goal now is to get his revenge on me."
The team was stunned into silence. They all knew everyone had a rough past, especially Natasha, although they didn't know the details. The whole team when they had first started working together as a team had exchanged there back stories. They thought it would help them in situations like this. However, Natasha had refused to participate. They all knew that she had it rough.
"It's ok Nat; you don't have to say any more if you don't want to." Tony said sensing her discomfort.
"No, I want to tell you. You guys deserve to know." She replied. "When I was a young girl my house caught fire, killing my parents. I was pulled from the house by Ivan. He brought me to the red room. A Secret government program that trained girls how to seduce, fight, and kill. I was trained and eventually named the Black Widow. After that is when I went on my killing spree earning me my reputation. That's how I got on S.H.E.I.L.D's radar, and how I meet Clint." She concluded.
The team gave her sympathetic looks. They could tell that her brief summary of the red room wasn't even scratching the surface of its horrors. They didn't push though. They were surprised that they had gotten as much as they had out of her. She would tell them when she was ready.
Bruce suddenly noticed her torn tattered and bloodied cat suit. "Natasha I need to take a look at your injuries." Bruce said. She started to refuse but Bruce cut her off. "No, I'm going to take a look at your injuries and then you're going to get some rest." He said shooting her a no nonsense look.
"Fine." She said angrily. Clint took off his jacket and handed it to her helping her take off the top half of her cat suit, while the rest of her team averted their eyes. When she was done Bruce made bandages out of an extra shirt they had found and cleaned her wounds. The rest of the team became more and more concerned as more of her injuries became known.
Bruce forced her to get some rest even though she claimed that she wasn't tiered, although her yawn gave her away and she scolded herself for letting it slip through her stony exterior. Eventually she gave in and leaned back into Clint's chest, quickly falling into a peaceful sleep listening to his heart beat and his warmth relaxing her.
The team observed how Clint shifted to make her more comfortable and how he stroked her uninjured arm soothingly. They all had their suspicions that the pair was more than just friends, but they never brought it up for some of them were to polite and some of them for fear of being wounded by one of the assassins.
Tony was never one to keep his thoughts to himself. "So what's going on with you and Tasha?" he said. He quickly hid behind Thor, just in case the archer would find a way to injure him without stirring the Russian.
Clint was silent for a while thinking out how to reply. Tony didn't sense any danger and retreated from behind Thor. Clint quickly kicked him smiling when Tony cried out. "Actually we've been married since Budapest, which was six years ago." Clint replied to Tony's question.
The team was stunned into silence, before Tony jumped up yelling "I knew it!" He was shh'd by the team as Natasha began to stir tossing in her sleep and burying her head deeper into Clint's chest. The team sighed a collective sigh of relief when they heard her soft snoring.
"Geez, I don't think you could have been louder with a mega phone." Steve said. The team all shot him dirty looks but decided that they had a long day and were all exhausted. They would grill Tony tomorrow about it. They quickly all fell to sleep each of them being within arm's length of Natasha and each of them touching her in one way or another.
Sorry it took so long to update… I didn't quite know how I wanted to write this one… I hope you liked it and I'll try to update more often… Please Review! Thanks, Love you guys!