Marvel Women One Shots

Right person, right time (3)

Part 3! Debated splitting this into two parts, then figured, what the hell? Not sure I'm entirely happy with it, but it is the last part, so I hope you enjoy!

Angst/fluff

Word count: 5607

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"Oh. Uh, hey, Nat. I, um.. are- are you okay? You look a little pale." I hate seeing Nat unwell in any capacity, whether she's talking to me or not, so this frazzled state is no exception.

However, the nonverbal pact she has against me goes unbroken. Instead she opts to run off without so much as a squeak.

At first, I stand stock still. This has been a recurring problem for weeks now, ever since I stupidly ruined everything with that kiss.

Ugh. It was just so tempting. With all of the flirting and the cuddling.. I thought she had felt the same way.

How wrong I was.

But, that doesn't mean I don't care. I happen to care a whole fucking lot. Which is why, once my brain processes all of this, I go to run after Nat.

"Oof." There's an arm blocking my path, I follow it to see- "Clint? What are you doing?" I go to move around him, but he stops me yet again.

"I can't let you do that."

"What? You don't even know what I'm doing," I challenge.

"Going to check on Nat?"

Whatever. I roll my eyes. "So? Why can't I? She hates my guts that much?"

His eyes narrow while he seems to scan my soul. It makes me very anxious. I shift uncomfortably not really knowing what to do.

So I just try to move again. To no avail.

"No." He shakes his head. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."

I scoff. "Whatever. Who made you Nats gatekeeper? Last I checked I was her friend, too. So she doesn't want to be more than that.. that's.. fine, I guess. I can't check on her?"

His shoulders sag as he seems to contimplate his next words, "I just think she needs some time. This isn't easy for her.. maybe.. maybe give her a day or two. Okay?"

"Whatever." I'll let him have this. "Just, talk to her. Please?"

"I will."

I nod in acknowledgment, turn on my heel and make my way to the kitchen to grab a snack before heading back to my room.

Which is on the same floor as Nats anyway. I fight myself away from her door, realizing Clint may be right; if she doesn't want me around, I could just make things worse.

Back to solitude once again. Eating some junk food and watching a few more episodes of my favorite show. I have to train later, but I'm hoping to time it to where no one else will bother going in there.

Having Nat run away from me again was almost as painful as the last time.

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Days gone by without a word from Nat and only glares from clint.

By now you're more than a little annoyed. You're pissed. Mostly at Clint for not letting you anywhere near Nat when she clearly needed someone. And damn it all, you missed being the one that was there for her.

Maybe it wouldn't be in the way you had wanted, but being her friend was better than this. It's beyond painful to be shut out completely from her.

You knew that maybe kissing her went too far, part of the reason you had held back for so long, even if you had sworn she kissed you back.