Getaway Car; N. Romanoff✓

Zero.

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(𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑)
CHAPTER ZERO ----

May 7, 2012

"Are you fucking crazy? You could've died!" Rosalie shouted, she was livid. Not only did Clint Barton walk into a battle against aliens, but he did it with a literal bow and arrow, and he brought her girlfriend into it.  "Why are you yelling at me, Rose? I did exactly what you would've done!"

"God, you make me so mad, Clint!" she exclaimed, "You are the older one, you should be more mature. I shouldn't have to yell at you for making dumb-ass mistakes!" 

The Barton siblings always did their best to protect each other, Clint naturally having the nature since he practically raised his baby sister. 

"Come on Rosie, we both know you would've walked out there with your bow and kicked some alien ass if you had been given that chance." he stated, Rosalie's arms were still crossed over her chest, her jaw clenched, eyes watering, "You could've died Clint, I already almost lost you once in the past couple of days. You were brainwashed, by a fucking alien god."

"I know little Rose, I'm sorry," he whispered holding his sister in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm so sorry," he repeated, Rosalie inhaled deeply, filling her lungs up with air, before letting it out slowly. It was an exercise she learned in a ballet class she took once. 

Breathe in blue skies, and breathe out gray skies.

Rosalie pushed away from her brother gently, "I'm gonna go find, Tasha. Please don't do anything dumb until I get back." Clint smiled at his sister, as she nervously fiddled with the necklace, the small rose-shaped charm pressed between her index finger and thumb. "Tell her I wish her luck, that Rosalie Barton's rath is not something to be messed with." the brunette rolled her eyes, "It's not that bad."

Rosalie's black boots clicked against the floor as she walked through the halls of the Shield headquarters, she punched a code in on the keypad, one that she had gotten with her level eight clearance. 

"Agent Barton," Maria Hill greeted, Rosalie, smiled, "Hill. Have you seen Romanoff?" Rosalie asked taking a step forward in the taller brunette's direction, "Nope, she has to be around here somewhere though." The other agent replied, Rosalie, nodded, "Yeah, ok thanks." 

When Rosalie found Natasha, the red-haired girl looked almost empty. Grey sweatpants, and a crewneck, worn on her petite frame, "Tasha?" she asked softly, sliding her back down the wall to sit next to the ex-assassin. "I can't do this anymore..." 

Rosalie's brows pulled together, a mixture of confusion and worry shown on her face, "What? What are you talking about, Tasha?" Natasha glanced towards Rosalie, tears in her eyes.

Blue met brown.

"Us." Natasha's voice broke, and Rosalie's heart plummeted, "What? What do you mean 'Us'?" Natasha pressed her lips together, careful not to let any tears slip out, "I can't risk it. I can't risk you."

Rosalie stared at the girl studying her features, "I...I don't understand." she breathed, "You and me? We can't, we can't do whatever this is, anymore." the redhead explained, the Barton girl could not fathom what had gone wrong. Why was it all falling apart?

"This is fucking typical, Natasha." the sadness and confusion had quickly been replaced with anger, "The minute I let anyone get too close, it all falls apart." Rosalie stood up from her seated position quickly, beginning to pace back and forth through the room, "What happened? What did I do wrong? It's always something. It was always something."

"What?" the redhead asked, unmoving from her position on the floor, arms hugging her legs to her chest. "You didn't do anything wrong Rosie." she reassured, "If I didn't do anything...then why are you doing this?" 

"You might not be able to see this now, but this is what's best for you, best for both of us," Natasha whispered. "You don't get to make that decision Natasha. You don't get to decide what's best for me." Rosalie exhaled sharply. "Only I decide that...and maybe Clint if I'm being stupid."

It was silent and still for a moment, the air heavy with emotion, "Tell me why." Rosalie spoke, "Tell me why you're breaking up with me. There has to be a reason, we were fine yesterday." the brunette's voice was much calmer than it had been before, "An alien army attacked New York, your brother was brainwashed by their leader. Everything is scary now. And I have enemies everywhere. This has been a major wake-up call for me, Rosalie." she paused, "I can't put you in this danger anymore-"

"I'm a Shield Agent, Natasha! I'm constantly in danger whether you like it or not, it's my job." the brunette pointed out,  "I spent pretty much my entire life being in danger Nat. I went from foster home to foster home until I was five years old, and then the system tried to separate Clint and I...so he got us out. We were on the run moving place to place for years." she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, "My point is, I can handle danger, Natasha." 

"I know you can handle danger, Rose." she paused, "You just shouldn't have to."

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"Little Rose?" he asked, noticing the tears fresh on his little sister's face, "What's wrong?"  Rosalie sunk down onto the couch, Clint walked over to her, "She broke up with me." the woman whispered, "What?"

Clint Barton knew his sister better than anyone in the world, and it was very rare that anyone saw her in this state. "I mean she broke up with me. We're done. Over." Rosalie spoke, leaning on her brother's shoulder. "I love her Clint, I really do." she whispered, tears evidently pouring down her face. 

"I know." he said softly arms wrapped around his younger sister, "I always know." he held the brunette as she cried, as he had done many times before. Whether it was over a bad foster home, or a bad dream, he had always been there for her. And would always be there for her.

Two hearts broke that night. 

Natasha knew better then to fall for the mission. She knew better then to let herself live in the safe fake pretend little world. Everytime she did that, it all came crumbling to the ground, then how come it felt different this time.

Maybe this time it wasn't goodbye forevermore, maybe this time it was just a simple, see you later.