I'll fight for you (Clintasha)✔️

☆☾21☽☆ After

Natasha stepped into the ward, very much still quivering from the trauma she had experienced over the last few days.

Clint lay broken on the bed, propped up slightly by a pillow, a large bandage around his bare torso. His eyes were glued shut, chest rising and falling faintly.

Approaching the side of the bed, Natasha took a seat by the edge. Without warning, uncontrollable tears started falling down her cheeks. She reached out a bandaged hand to hold Clint's.

She took the time to study his peaceful face. And for the first time in a long time, she noticed the faint scar on his right cheek sustained from the car accident, as well as the smaller one on his left cheek which he had gotten from trying to stop the gang fight. It was then that she realised really how battered her boyfriend was.

"Clint...please...don't die. Please don't go where I can't follow." She sobbed, a small hope burned within her that since he had survived all those previous ordeals, he would safely make it out of this one too. But then again, seeing Clint stabbed before her very eyes brought about a new level of fear. She witnessed the blood, and how his face contorted in pain while being drained of colour at the same time, how he had eventually passed out, and how critical his condition was.

At that moment, Clint stirred, his fingers grazing Natasha's palm.

With a grunt, he opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, the pain from his wound throbbing. Natasha swiftly helped him before desperately throwing her arms around him and crying into his shoulder. She let a myriad of emotions flow, the clearest one at the moment was relief.

"Shh...Tasha, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." Clint comforted, rubbing a hand up and down her back rhythmically.

A few moments of relaxing silence, where they found comfort in each other's touch, later, Natasha pulled away from Clint's embrace, drying her eyes with her hands.

It was then that Clint noticed her bandaged hands and wrists.

He cradled her small and fragile hands in his gently, worry spread across his face.

"Did...he hurt you?" He asked carefully, anxious about what had happened after he passed out.

Natasha shook her head, eyes not meeting his.

Clint lifted her chin with a hand, willing her to look at him, gently urging her to continue.

"I...cut myself out of the ropes with the knife...after...after I knocked Hayden unconscious." She replied meekly.

Clint brought his forehead to rest against Natasha's. He let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry. This is all my fault - that you had to go through this."

Natasha immediately shook her head, looking up at him, hoping to absolve Clint of any guilt.

"Don't blame yourself, none of this is your fault, you were hurt too." She cupped his cheek tenderly with a hand.

Clint brought a hand up, placed it over hers, and produced a faint smile.

"You were very brave, that's my girl." Clint said warmly, causing a genuine smile to form on Natasha's face.

"You're always brave for me, now's my turn to return the favour." Natasha replied.

Clint's grey eyes flashed from her green ones to her lips, then he leaned in slowly and gently locked his lips with hers.

Natasha made a small sound of contentment, halfway between a laugh and an answer, before pressing a little more into Clint.

As cliche as it is, romantic kisses most of the time if not all the time get interrupted and Coulson walked through the door.

"Ermmm..." Coulson cleared his throat, then continued after the couple pulled apart to look at him with reddened cheeks.

"Clint, I see you're okay, that's very good news. Director Fury had wanted to come visit you personally but he was held back by a meeting so he sent me here first." Clint nodded then paused.

"Where's Hayden?"

"Don't worry, we have him in custody. This time, we owe it all to the both of you for having a breakthrough in this case, especially Natasha."

Natasha straightened at the mention of her name and looked expectantly at Coulson. Clint looked at her before turing to face Coulson too.

"For a non-agent, you've handled the situation very well, Natasha, Director Fury is pleased. If it hadn't been for you, Clint might have lost his life." Coulson smiled encouragingly, clutching the folder to his chest.

Natasha blushed and looked down shyly, humbly accepting the compliment while Clint grinned and kissed her temple.

News about Natasha's contribution to solving the murder case as well as her bravery in dealing with Hayden and saving Clint had spread all around S.H.I.E.L.D. Everyone was full of praise and spoke fondly of her, that is, everyone except one person.

"I could've, no would've done it better if I had been assigned as Clint's partner. I most definitely would have saved him from getting stabbed in the first place." She grumbled under her breath.

"But Bobbi, you're a trained S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you're expected to do all those things. Natasha's just an ordinary girl and yet she could handle it so well, stop being jealous of her, that's childish." Bobbi's friend reminded her.

"Childish?! I tell you, that girl is not as innocent as she appears to everyone, I'll most definitely expose her true colours. We've been friends for half a decade, Annabelle, and you choose to side with someone whom you've just met?!" Bobbi burst out angrily while Annabelle just shook her head and walked away.

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