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I'm sorry...

"Shut up" Natasha snapped, turning her back on a confused Clint and storming out of the door. What did I do? I only asked if she wanted coffee, maybe she has a headache? Clint worried as he quickly ran after her, leaving an untouched cup of coffee steaming on the table. He soon found her in the training room and decided that fighting would probably help, right?

Natasha was busy taking out her anger on the punching bag, ignoring Clint and his attempts to get her to talk, she just wanted to be left alone. 

Nat's POV

I thought we were friends? Punch. I thought I meant something to him, but I guess not. Kick. He said that he would only forget peoples birthdays if he hated them. Harder punch. He's remembered my birthday every year, even if nobody else did.

By the end of my internal venting the punching bag looked unrecognisable, and Clint was staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite place on his face. I shouldered past him and started when his hand gripped my shoulder."Nat," He started, "What's wro-" I quickly silenced him with a slap to the face and a look that I only used on people who had pissed me off.  Something in me snapped and before I knew it, I was screaming and shouting at Clint with every ounce of my strength.

"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS CLINT. I THOUGHT I MEANT SOMETHING TO YOU! I SEE NOW THAT I'M JUST AN AGENT TO YOU. YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD ONLY FORGET MY BIRTHDAY IF YOU HATED ME, WELL GUESS WHAT ITS ONLY AN HOUR TILL IT'S PAST MY BIRTHDAY. SO GUESS WHAT AGENT BARTON, DON'T WORRY. I HATE YOU TOO."

I took a deep breath and realised what I had said. I said that I hated Clint, my Hawk, the one person that I truly trusted and loved (as a friend, wink wink) and now I had pushed him away too. I looked up expecting him to shout at me too but the silence was even worse, with tears sliding down his face and his fists curled into balls, Clint pushed past me and walked out of the door without saying a word. I fell to my knees and sobbed until I could cry no more.

Normal POV

After he had successfully made it to his room with his blurry eyes clouding up his vision, Clint collapsed on his bed and silently cried until his throat was sore and his eyes were red and puffy. He hadn't forgotten about her birthday, no, he had a party for them planned for midnight tonight where he would give her the presents and they would watch movies and make pillow forts like they had done every other year before that. But this year was gonna be different, he was going on a mission to take down a HYDRA base and he had to leave early in the morning but he managed to push it back a little bit so he could spend time with his spid- no- Agent Romanoff. He cried a little bit more at the fact that she hated him and he couldn't do anything about it because the flight left in 15 minutes.

He opened his bedside table and pulled out the present he was going to give to her, a silver arrow attached to a necklace and a photo collage of all the best times they spent together. He sighed and placed them back, before shutting the door behind him and boarding the plane.