The best shot never taken - Closed Starter
@ivebeenumade
When asked what Clint Barton means to her, she doesn't lie. Lying is second nature to her, most people don't trust her, but when she talks about Clint, this was one moral border she doesn't dare to cross. "He's my partner, my best friend, the first person to earn my trust and I will protect him with my life." Truer words never left her lips and still they didn't feel complete. To her Clint was more. He was home, the one place or person she wanted to come home to after a shitty mission. The person she cared enough for to make sure he's eaten and slept and his wounds were treated properly. Someone that can calm her and give her medical care without a knife to his throat... She thinks it's love at some point... but what sense is there in love, how does she dare to think about love when she doesn't associate anything with the word despite books and stories. This isn't love, she owes him a debt.
Natasha met Garrett when Clint was out of comission. Her new partner for the time being while her actual one healed from his injuries. At first she hated it, later they had hit it off, working more missions together. Though he was snobby and frustrating, he asked out on a date and Natasha had been inclined to say yes. Lately her feelings for Clint had been more and more obvious, spending more and more time with him, making sure he was okay, worrying, she trusted him, she didn't worry. Natasha needed something to cover it up and this came just right. Because they were friends, she needed him around and love usually meant people getting hurt.
Now she was standing in Clints appartment, checking up on her friend dressed in a patterened turquoise dress and tights, hair styled loosely over one shoulder. "I propably won't make Pizza night. I'm sorry, it's either another mission or a date, kind of hoping for the second one." She told him as she re-wrapped his bandage. "You really need to stop with the building jumping. It's not helping y'know?"
