Clint sat at the kitchen table, a plate with a sandwich on it to his left and a pen and paper in front of him; he had to get this report done today and send it off.

Natasha and I have been at the resort for four days and have already made contact with our targets. Things are looking good for MB.
MA is coming along slowly but Natasha trusts me more now…

Clint paused to think about this. Natasha was trusting him more and more, even coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel however that could have been for the missions sake? Clint thought and began writing again

…her memories are coming back to her in sleep, she doesn't talk about them but I know she is hurting. I mustn't push her or she will shy away and all of this will be lost. Will send more information as it comes and–

An outcry of alarm pulled him from his scribbling, Clint got up and hurriedly made his way to the bedroom where he knew that Natasha was taking a nap. Bursting the door open, Clint saw Natasha tossing and turning on the bed but lost in a horrible dream.

Clint sprang into action and tried to wake her, firmly taking hold of her shoulders he pleaded that she come back to him, to wake up.
Natasha continued to cry out, her hands seeking something unknown now grasped hold of him for dear life, her breathing became less hysterical but still wavering and her cries were now soft whimpering's.

Slowly, Natasha opened her eyes to see Clint standing over her, feeling her hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt and his gently holding her, she sat up, one hand went to her forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat while the other still firmly held onto Clint.

Once her breathing had fully calmed down Clint sat on the bed beside her "that must have been some dream you were having" he said while moving a damp strand of hair behind her ear "are you alright?"

Natasha didn't answer right away, the dream was all she could focus on: the burning house, screaming, her father and then finding Clint. That overwhelmingly safe and warm feeling was still there as Clint held her now, in the dream his eyes were intense yet she knew that when she looked into them there was something there that pulled her to him.

Natasha now leaned against him "…it's always the same" her eyes were screwed shut "Clint it's always the same, always you who finds me"
"I'm here now; let me help you" Clint spoke softly to her "open your eyes, the dream is over. I'm here"

Natasha felt the pull again when she looked up at him, in the dream he always made everything else fade away, like he was the thing to make all the horrible things disappear "you're here…" she held his shirt and lifted herself so they were eye to eye "…you make it all…" the pull was so strong now that she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. Words refused to come, they formed in her head in coherent sentences but when she tried to say them her mind went blank.

Natasha slowly came forward, feeling confused and scared but this was what she needed to do, she closed the space between them with her lips.

Clint was taken by surprise.

He was in shock. Natasha's lips on his own was something he hadn't thought about since they had been given this mission together. Clint knew that she hadn't much experience but now, it was she who was taking control and telling him what she wanted.

His strong arms held her in a tight embrace telling her that he would never let her go, never let her come to any harm. Natasha's hands wound their way up and tangled themselves in his hair, all the while her head was spinning. Pictures, like a movie without sound and colour, swirled through her mind what's this? Her lips never left Clint's as her subconscious took control: a faceless man and woman bending over her encouraging her to put just one foot in front of the other – the image changed – there was an enormous birthday cake and she could almost smell the smoke as the candles were blown out. Laughing, smiling and having fun with these people she didn't know.

Very quickly and without warning, Natasha pulled away and held Clint at arm's length "Nat?" Clint was panting hard but now looked concerned "what's wrong? Where are you?"
Natasha looked like she was about to cry and her eyes filled with tears "I…I think…I think I want to be alone" Natasha nodded to herself and got out of bed.

Clint followed her with his eyes as she left the room and went to the bathroom, he made no move to go after her. She had had a memory flashback, Clint was sure of it.

A/N: I am sorry that this took so long to write, I had massive writers block with this part. Natasha has finally had a break-through!

In the start of the chapter Clint is writing a report to Nick Fury back home. MB is the 'mission within the mission' and MA is the original mission Clint was sent on by Fury.

Also, I think the reason why it takes me SO LONG to write is because I think I have to make the chapters super long in order for them to be worth-while. I, myself, like nice long chapters in stories but what do you guys want? Long chapters or short and sweet?

Let me know in the comments.