I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾11☽☆ Arrow my heart

Natasha was sitting on Clint's bed, leisurely kicking her legs against the side of the mattress while Clint cleaned his bow.

Since Natasha had been introduced to S.H.I.E.L.D, she came to visit almost everyday after school. Clint would go pick her up in his motorbike and the couple would spend time together while Clint worked.

Fury had been concerned that Natasha would become a distraction but Clint promised that his job was priority. He even made Coulson vouch for that although he had undoubtedly spent most of his time keeping Natasha company and showing her around and stuff.

"Why do you still use this bow when there are so many different ones in the archery range?" Natasha asked casually.

"I like this one the most because it belongs to me, and it reminds me of how I won the State Championship." He finished cleaning the grooves and fixed the bow into its collapsible form.

"Come and watch me practise."

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Natasha stood behind Clint and watched him shoot a few arrows, every single one hitting the target dead-centre. She wasn't surprised though, she had always known about his accuracy and precision.

"Would you like to try?"

"You would let me touch your bow? The last time I checked, it was the only thing you treasured more than me." Natasha crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at Clint.

"I treasure nothing more than you, Sweetheart. This bow comes second after you." He cupped her cheek with a hand.

"Here." He placed the bow in her hands. Natasha handled it delicately for she knew how much Clint treasured it.

"We're both left-handed so that makes it easier." Clint stepped behind her and guided her hands to hold the bow. He nocked an arrow in place and put his large hands over hers as they drew the bow string back.

"Straighten this arm." Clint gently lifted Natasha's arm into position. He placed his head right next to hers and helped her aim for the target.

Clint whispered a 'let go' in Natasha's ear and the pair watched the arrow soar over the range till it hit the target board with a 'thunk'. It was only slightly off centre.

Natasha's eyes lit up when she saw the result, and she asked to try once by herself.

Her arrow hit the outer most rim at the bottom and she pouted.

Clint's hands fell on her shoulders and spun her around.

"That's not bad for your first try, at least it didn't completely miss the board." He encouraged, then paused to think.

"Maybe you're too short for this board." He wondered and got a punch in return.

"I'm not short, I'm fun-sized, mind you." Natasha retorted and poked at Clint's chest.

Coulson came by the archery range just in time to stop the couple's bickering session.

"Clint, Director Fury is asking about the progress of the case he told you to follow." Coulson hinted.

Clint had almost completely forgot about the one month deadline Fury had given him. He had been too excited showing Natasha around and spending time with her.

Clint decided to get on with the case before Fury deemed Natasha as a distraction and sent her away.

The pair headed back to Clint's room to peruse the documents related to the case.

They made themselves comfortable on the bed, sitting side by side with their back against some pillows.

Natasha flipped through the pages of victims and couldn't help but shudder. It could just as well have been her profile and details there amongst the others.

Clint studied the forensic reports, looking for any similarities, patterns or anything out of place.

"The murder weapon - the knife, is always found at the crime scene, lying within one metre from the body." Clint stated. "No fingerprints found though, killer must be wearing gloves."

"Wow, the murderer must have a lot of knifes to leave behind one after each kill." Natasha mused. Clint thought over what she said for a second, then his eyes lit up like fireflies in the night.

"That's it! Sweetheart, you're a genius, you just found us a lead!" Clint gently grabbed Natasha's face, flashing a brilliant smile.

Natasha looked confused.

"We can start investigation at stores that sell knifes, find out whether there are any regular purchasers or bulk purchasers of knives." Clint scanned through the reports again. "The murderer always uses a particular model knife, that should narrow down our search."

Clint was already typing away at his laptop, searching and refining options. Natasha peeped over at him and watched him work.

After half an hour, Clint had sent the information he had found to his phone - a list of stores that import that brand and model of knife. He had rearranged the list of 14 options from the bigger stores downtown to the small obscure ones in dingy neighbourhoods.

"If I were a murderer, I would most probably visit the smaller stores to avoid drawing unnecessary attention." Natasha ruminated.

"You are so smart, Sweetheart. We'll start with the smaller stores first then." Clint took Natasha's chin in one hand and smiled at her.

"Of course, psychology, you know. And what do you mean by 'we'll', shouldn't it be 'I'll'?" Natasha raised an eyebrow.

"You'll help me won't you? I can protect you at the same time when you're by my side." Clint wrapped his arm round Natasha and pulled her against his chest.

He kissed her forehead and when she responded by wrapping her arms round his torso, Clint was certain that Natasha's answer was a clear 'yes'.

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