I'll stay with you (Clintasha)✔️

♥︎❁18❁♥︎ You are my happiness

Natasha woke up to Lucky's barks. She opened her eyes and Lucky pounced onto her, licking her face. She laughed and ruffled his fur.

After washing up in the bathroom, she filled a small jug with a little water and brought it out to water the vase of roses. The bout of them had withered and now she was left with only a handful, the last time she checked. Today she saw that four out of the five roses had hung their heads in surrender to death.

She frowned a little, remembering what Clint had told her that morning after their sleepover, that he'd stop loving her when the last rose dies. Could he really have meant it? It seemed like the case right then.

Natasha set the jug down and cleared the four withered roses. She found the last surviving rose a little strange. The petals hadn't even started to wither from the edges, and the red colour was unusually bright, considering it having been there for almost a month.

She put the withered roses away and picked that one up. She ran her slender fingers over the petals and down the stem. The stem wasn't damp like it should be. The petals... It was a plastic rose!

Natasha's eyes widened in realisation. Clint had said she would know when the time comes, and now she did. The plastic rose would never die, and so meant his love for her, that was what he had intended to put across.

Natasha smiled. There was still hope, if she reminded him of his promise. She was going to try to get her boyfriend back, this was the last and only chance, she was going to do whatever she could.

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Natasha walked down the hallway towards Clint's dorm, a spring in every step she took, a winsome smile plastered on her face.

She met with Clint's roommate who was just exiting the dorm and gave him a friendly nod.

He perused her like a book through his thick black-rimmed glasses, his gaze travelled with unnerving thoroughness. It sent a chill down Natasha's spine, but she quickly brushed the feeling aside and stepped past him to knock on the door.

Clint heard a knock on the door and went to open it. Upon seeing Natasha, his eyes glinted with joy for a fleeting second before they returned to coldness.

"What are you doing here?"

"Clint, I found out about the roses today!" Natasha replied enthusiastically as she stepped in.

Clint was confused at first, then realisation dawned on him and he remembered. He remained silent.

"The last rose was made of plastic, It'll never die, just like your love for me."

"The florist must have made a mistake, I meant nothing like that." He replied, his tone austere.

"No Clint, stop lying. You told me that morning, I never forgot. Stop pushing me away, follow your heart." Natasha pushed on.

"My heart wants me to tell you to leave." Clint spat harshly.

There was a tense silence.

"Have you forgotten about what you promised my parents?" Natasha asked, trying hard to hold her tears in, but her voice quivered and broke at odd places.