Clintasha

Chapter 1

Fan Fiction: Clintasha

Natasha's pov:

I get hallucinations. Clint doesn't know but whenever I think of him, I always seem to head back to Budapest. It wasn't pleasant, but hey, we've managed to get this far.
I'm lying in bed, alone because Clint has gone to help with S.H.I.E.L.D business.
I quit S.H.I.E.L.D a few years ago now, but something is always attracting Clint back there to help. I don't mind anymore, because he's a grown man, and he can make his own decisions. I have been missing his company a lot lately. It seems as if he doesn't care the same as he used to. I can't get that to bother me this much. I roll over and stare at the clock until I recognise that it's late. Really late. I was supposed to be at training an hour ago. As I sit up, my cell phone begins to ring. I answer as I know who it is, "Hey Clint, when are you coming back? You said 10 right? It's 12 now you realise."
The line on the other end was static.
"Clint...?"
"Nat! First floor, second window you need to - "
I spin worried, and immediately get dressed into field-wear. As I am loading my guns, the window from downstairs smashes, giving me shivers up my spine.
All I can think of is what they've done to Clint.
My gun loaded, I creep slowly down the stairs that connect our room and the 'spare' room we use for our weapons.
The marble stairs beneath me are shiny. My advantage, I think to myself. I stare down into the floor, and watch for the intruders. I see three bulky men, in HYDRA uniform. I'm quite surprised they're still looking for me.
I sigh, and swing around behind me, where the agents were.