A Life in Debt

Chapter 2

"SHIT!" Natasha exclaims as a guy in a mask starts to follow them. She grabs Clint's wrist, dragging him as they ran.

They jumped into an unattended car, Natasha in the driver's seat, pressing her foot viciously on the gas.

"Ok...Who was that?" Clint asked, looking through the back-wind shield.

"Another person who is after me but wants me dead. I stole a gun or two from him and maybe killed a few of his friends and now he wants me dead. He is known at the Mafia." she says, taking a sharp turn, looking in the review mirror.

"Mafia. SHIELD has been after that guy for ages. I was sent on that mission before this one, but instead of killing him, he nearly kills me by throwing chunks of cement at me. I mean, where the hell did, he get it from, let alone throw it at me" he says, looking through the window with a smile.

Natasha couldn't help but smile. What is going on with me? I very rarely smile. This guy feels different like he doesn't want to kill me, but I am taking a risk trusting him. She thinks as they speed away from the Mafia that is now shooting at them.

"Does this guy give up?" Clint says, trying to find anyways, to get out where they were.

"Well, he wants me dead. No one gives up when it comes to eliminating the Black Widow." Natasha says, taking another sharp turn. "Wait what about your partner? Every SHIELD agent that has been sent to kill me, has had a partner. Why didn't your partner look out for you and help you?"

"Don't have one," Clint says, bluntly.

"Oh...I'm sorry."

"It's ok. Apparently, no one wants to work with me because they think I am so difficult to work with, my past with SHIELD when I was first accepted and before SHIELD and because I am constantly making stupid decisions, not following orders all the way through and not taking the majority of things seriously," he responds.

Natasha could sense the sadness in the guy's voice. After another 10 minutes, the pair finally lost the Mafia's car and they headed out of the city, to Budapest. They reach a hotel and they go to see if they have a room.

"You two are in luck. I have one room left." the cheery desk lady says, checking her computer.

"Great we will take it," Clint says, relieved. The woman gave them the key and told them what floor the room was on.

Once they opened the room, they only realized it had one bed.

"Of course, with our luck, there is only one bed," Clint says, rolling his eyes. "You can take the bed Nat. I'll have the couch."

"No. I will take the couch. Besides that, the couch doesn't look very comfy." Natasha says, feeling the couch.

"Then why do you want it?" Clint asked, throwing his bag on the floor.

"I can sleep on hard things. It is ok," she says, sitting on the couch.

"Whatever floats your boat, Nat."

Natasha rolls her eyes and gets some clothes to sleep in. She takes a shower, letting the water roll down her body. Once she was out, Clint went in. Natasha puts her clothes in her bag and grabs a blanket that Clint took out for her and got herself comfortable on the very uncomfortable couch.

20 minutes later, Clint comes out of the bathroom, putting his dirty clothes in his bag. He hears mumbles and looks over to where Natasha was on the couch, tossing and turning. He shakes his head and walks over to the couch. He carefully picks her up without waking her and carries her over to the bed. Putting her under the covers and throwing off his shirt, he joined her under the covers and turned off the light. After a while, he feels a body get closer and snuggle in his side. He smiles to himself, putting his arm around her. After a while, he drifts off the sleep.