Senses [Clint/Natasha]

What he left behind

They tortured him right in front of her. She could see him, but she couldn't get to him; she was tied up. They beat him, and the blood ran down his face. One of the men lifted an axe. He brought it down hard and fast, and the blade collided with Clint's neck-

Natasha snapped awake. She sat bolt upright in bed, head turning from side to side—no one was there. Her breaths came fast and heavy. She put a shaky hand to her cheek to find it was streaked with tears. She lie back down, but she couldn't sleep. 

She turned the key, and walked into Clint's apartment. After locking the door, she headed toward his bedroom. She flung open the door and stared at his empty bed. She hadn't seen him for months, he was on a mission of high importance. She crawled into his bed, and buried herself in his blankets. It smelled like him, like his sweat and his cheap cologne. 

She breathed in and he surrounded her. Everything smelled like him. It felt like he was lying right beside her. She pushed the want to the back, and focused on the smell of him.

Author's note: Bad-ish news... I'll be busy for the next week or two, so I won't get around to posting. When I get more time again—like I said, should be a week or two from now— I'll post all the chapters I missed at once, so be prepared for a chapter spam when I get time. Thanks for reading!