Title: Compromised.
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff.
Rating: M.
Warning: Sexual themes, swearing, violence.
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are the property of Stan Lee and/or Marvel comics.
Word Count: 1,348.
Summary: After a rough mission in Budapest, Natasha finds herself stuck in the medical bay and Clint keeps on disappearing.
Note: This is the first fanfiction I've written so please don't be too harsh.
She sat in the medical bay watching out of the helicarrier window with a frown plastered across her face. She tried to move her hand up and run it through her soft red curls, but the pull from the IV drip made her wince and place her hand back on her lap.
"Natasha?" A soft comforting voice wandered in from the doorway. Her head snapped around to look into the corridor, her comrades were stood in the doorway smiling. "Hey, we brought you some flowers," Steve led the other men into the room, carefully placed the flowers on the cabinet and then sat down by her feet. Bruce was next in, followed by Thor, and Tony. Tony carefully set Natasha's phone down on the cabinet, "Stole it back from Fury for you."
She looked out into the hall over Steve's shoulder. "Where's Clint?" She asked, hoping to see his smiling face in the doorway.
"He had to go on a case," Bruce explained. She nodded slowly, a fake smile took its place on her face.
"I like the new hair," Thor grinned, "it's more... practical."
Natasha grimaced, "Yeah? My hairdresser probably won’t agree."
Thor pushed Natasha's feet over so he could sit on the other side of her legs. Her eyes wandered over to the doorway again, waiting for Clint to appear with that stupid grin on his face and his hair stuck up all over the place.
Steve put his hand on her shoulder lightly, "he'll be here as soon as he can Natasha." She nodded, "I know he will." It didn't take too long for a call to come in, and the men had to leave to deal with it. Hours passed, the sky grew dark. The sound of the birds on the launch pad died down, no more arrivals, no more exits. Natasha sighed loudly, her want for Clint to visit was slowly being smothered. She adjusted the bandage on her hand, making it more comfortable. Her eyes looked around the room one more time, her good hand reaching out and turning off the light. She slowly slid down her bed and closed her eyes.
Her dreams were filled with the memories of her last mission in Budapest with Clint.
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She grabbed the gun out of her leg holster, firing at the closest man. Clint was right beside her, his bow in his hand, firing arrows just as fast as she was firing bullets. She loved it when they were like this, in combat, together. It was one of her favorite things about their joint missions. They cleared out the men and proceeded along the long white corridors. Clint's tread was incredibly light for a muscular man, her tread was lighter. Of course it was. She didn't see the wire, a blade flew down from behind them and chopped off her long red curls nearly beheading both her and Clint in the process. Her breathing sped up, "Sorry," she whispered.
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Clint arrived back on the helicarrier at 4am. He should have returned his equipment, talked to Fury... had a fuckin' shower. But when he was walking back to his quarters instead of taking a left he took a right, and soon enough he was stood at the door to the medical bay. He peeped inside the window at Natasha. She was asleep, but he had to see she was okay. He crept inside, taking a seat next to her bed. He spent a few moments looking over her. Her left hand and wrist were bandaged tightly, her hair was cut off at a funny angle, her lip was still bleeding slightly. And her leg was in plaster. The burns across her skin weren't as bad as he thought they'd be.
He looked down at his hands. She let herself get blown up, thrown out of a window, fall down three stories, and land on a solid concrete floor. Just to protect him. She could have been killed so so easily. She was lucky. That's what Fury had told him, she was lucky.
He carefully placed a kiss on her forehead, then closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
~
The large white hallway turned into a small white room, there was a large glass window straight ahead of them. As they wandered inside there was a loud bleep, a ticking noise, and then Natasha pushed Clint out of the way. Just as a bomb went off. She was flung backwards across the room and through the window. The fall seemed to last forever, her short hair flying out behind her, and her hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto. Clint yelled, grabbed his bow, pressed a button, and then grabbed the first arrow in his quiver. He leaped out of the window after her, flipping quickly in the air so he was facing up, he fired the arrow at the window and it gripped instantly, a string extending out to his bow. He dropped safely to the ground, three floors down. Natasha was laying silent, unconscious. There was blood surrounding her head and her leg was bent back wrong. Blood splattered her face, and burns covered every inch of visible flesh. The medical team was already running towards them, yelling at him not to move her. He dropped to his knees by her side.
~
The sun slowly rose from behind the clouds, slowly taking its place in the blue sky. Clint's eyes fluttered open in time to see Natasha sit up. She grinned at him, "hey you." A smile spread across his face. He wasn't expecting to see her again, not like this. He was expecting to see her laying in a coffin in a pretty little dress, see the faces of the other Avengers as they said their goodbyes. See her getting slowly lowered into the ground. But now, as he was staring into her beautiful bright green eyes, all he wanted to do was take her into his arms and never let go. Not again, not ever again.
He reached out for her as the door swung open and Tony strode in, "so this is where you've been hiding," he smirked. "Fury is... furious."
Clint frowned at him, "Can't I stay here?"
"Go," Natasha smiled, "I'll still be here when you come back." He slowly got to his feet, touched her shoulder lightly, then followed Tony out of the room.
~
Natasha waited. She waited all morning, all afternoon, all night. But Clint never returned. She was starting to get sleepy, it had been over a day since she last slept now. But she continued to wait. She waited for three days without a second of sleep for him to return. And when he did he was upset, "Fury locked me up, refused to let me see you."
She smiled, "he grounded you?"
"Locked me in Hulk's cage," he grumbled, folding his arms tightly across his chest, "who does he think I am?"
Her right hand reached out and touched his arm gently, "Cheer up," she whispered. A small smile spread across his lips.
~
His hands gripped onto her naked ass, her lips trailing down his throat. He didn't expect it when the moan escaped his lips, her giggle surprised him more. Never in his life had he heard Tasha giggle. She sat up, her butt resting over his crotch. He was slightly embarrassed about his erection, this hadn't really... happened to him for a while. She smirked, taking off her bra. At last. His hands went immediately for her breasts. The pale skin was soft to his touch, her nipples hard against his palms. Her lips parted, a light moan escaping her plump lips.
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She moved over in her bed and let him climb in next to her, it was only a small bed so they had to be careful not to fall out. Her head came to rest lightly on his shoulder, her curls tickling the top of his arm. "Tasha?" He whispered quietly.
"Yeah?"
"I've been compromised."
"Me too."
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