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Mr and Mrs Barton Part 12

Natasha:

Natasha looked at the incoming security footage with a half-smile. Clint was standing the elevator listening to...well, elevator music. He actually seems to like the music, the idiot. She waits until he's near the top of the building before stopping it between floors. A simple push of the button, and the music is replaced with her voice. "Hey, honey. Took you long enough."

He looks straight up at the camera, even though she is certain it is impossible to be seen without knowing where to look. "You know me, Natalie. I go my own speed." He accompanies the comment with a wink, and she rolls her eyes at his antics.

"Maybe an ultimatum is needed?" She gently taps the keys without pushing hard on any one button. "A 'you stop chasing me and I stop chasing you' kind of deal?" Nat knows her handler would never accept something like that, but wishes can still be thought out loud.

"It could work." He actually looked as if considering her offer, and the twinge in chest was hard to ignore. "If I wasn't the only one doing the chasing."

The child. "Then I have no choice but to kill you." She really didn't, and everything was in place to easily take him out.

His pose is full Clint Barton, or at least the arrogant side of him. "Let me see..." He pointed at each wall and then the ceiling in concession. "Explosives on the brakes and support cable?"

One of her sisters is motioning, wide eyed at the information that Clint already knew. "You forgot the base, honey." She knows she's pushed one of his buttons at that moment, because he must not have known of that one.

"Oops." He still doesn't look that concerned. She's starting to realize that the more dangerous a situation is, the more careless he was looking.

It's hot. "If I push this button, the elevator you are in will fall fifteen stories." She raises her hand over one of the keys on the board, one finger poised to push down on it.

"Go ahead." He smirks, and a part of her wants to smack that look off of his face. Or to kiss it off. He was able to do that since about their second anniversary.

"You don't think I won't?" She's the Black Widow, thank you very much. If she needed to kill a man, she would. She's killed men she's slept with before.

He's looking straight at the camera for his last comment. "I know you won't."

"Good bye, Clint." She didn't push down on the button, but all of the screens turn to fuzz as an explosion rocks the building beside the truck that is their mobile command. She turns to Yelena, who had pushed the button on her own keyboard that would do the same thing as the button on hers. "What did you do?"

Yelena shrugs. "You said good bye."

She has turned everything off inside of herself, even as the voice inside of her screams out his name. He can't be dead. Not now. Not yet.

But he is.

Clint:

He slides down to the bottom of the elevator he is in, happy he thought to go ahead and switched the cameras before coming in by way of the more public route. He really didn't think she would push the button. He thought...

But it doesn't matter what he thought. Not really. What's done has been done...Nat pushed the button with the full intention of having him fall to his death in that elevator. Maybe there really was nothing there to save.

'Maybe there never was...' The voice of his ex-wife Bobbi echoes in his mind from when she handed him the divorce papers nearly a decade ago.

Obviously, he's been wrong before about people. He always was better at seeing far away. Maybe he's too close to see what's right in front of him?

It wouldn't be the first time. If Natalie had her way, if might be the last.

He just needed to know... he doesn't know what he needs to know.

Her pushing that button should be all the answer he needs.

But it's not.