Fighting Next To You ~ A Clintasha FanFiction

Part Twelve

Clint goes off to work whilst I stay at home. We've decided to put some mattresses in the garage so Taylor and the twins can sleep whilst we wait for S.H.I.E.L.D to arrive. I've been dreading today and I've been looking forward to it. I'm worried that Brett will smell a rat and find out about the plan, but then again I'm happy and relieved that we're saving the twins and Taylor. We're going to call Brett pretending to be the hospital at two in the morning, and then phone Taylor telling her to come round. S.H.I.E.L.D have said that they'll be here by four. S.H.I.E.L.D never have any problem with traffic, they can hack into the traffic lights and clear roads at the flick of a switch. Clint comes home early on Tuesdays, so he should be home by three.

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I hear the door open and I jump up to greet Clint; I gently kiss him on the cheek and make him some tea. Clint loves his tea more than coffee where as I'm the complete opposite! "Woah. You look amazing!" Clint gasps. I completely forgot about my outfit. I decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans with a white swing top and a navy kimono.

"Thank you." I say and I can feel my cheeks blush, embarrassed, I hurry out the room to brew myself some green tea. I don't like normal tea, but I'm trying to drink more green tea at the moment to improve my health.

"Are you alright?" Clint comes up behind me and strokes my shoulder.

"I think so; I'm just worried about tonight, what if it goes wrong?" I say, I gulp down my tea whilst it's still burning hot.

"It won't, the plan is set, don't stress." I nod in response.

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The time flies by, and soon it's one in the morning. Clint picks up the phone and dials Brett's number. He waits before camouflaging his voice, "Morning sir, I assume I'm speaking to Brett Smith? I'm sorry to tell you that your father was taken into hospital an hour ago, he's ready to go into theatre but said he wanted to see you first." Clint pauses as Brett says something down the line. "Okay sir, I'll tell Mr Smith that you'll be arriving shortly." Clint puts the phone down and grins. "He's going to the hospital now." I rush over to the window and watch out for his car; soon enough the Porsche drives past and I dial Taylor's number.

"He's gone! He's finally gone!" Taylor says down the phone.

"I know, but now you've got to get the kids and come over, Clint's walked down the street and none of the other neighbours are awake, so the coast is clear." I say and hang up quickly. Clint and I wait by the front door for a couple of minutes before Taylor knocks three times (we told her to knock three times). The twins are with her, and Marcie's face is hidden by her hood.

"Come in quick, S.H.I.E.L.D will be here at three, so we need to hide in the basement." Clint says as he helps everyone down the stairs.
The basement is warm because Clint set the thermostat before everyone arrived. The twins sit down on one of the mattresses, Xander takes Marcie's hand.

"It's over Marcie, we're safe!" He whispers. Marcie takes her hood down revealing a beautiful face, her long dark waves cascade down her shoulders, and her makeup has been kept very natural. Today she's wearing hand jewellery, which matches the rest of her bohemian look. She smiles a small smile which makes Xander smile hugely.

"You've raised two gorgeous children Taylor, you should be very proud." Clint says warmly and he sits down next to me.

"Are you two a couple?" Marcie speaks quietly.

"What us?" Clint chokes. Marcie nods. "Natasha and I are partners, but not in a romantic way." He says. Marcie nods.

"That's a shame." She speaks again, "Xander and me totally ship you two." She smiles as does Xander. Taylor looks at the twins with a sense of pride.

"You don't happen to have any food do you? We're starving," Taylor asks me.

Clint stands up, "We've got some leftover pizza upstairs, I'll be back." Once Clint is out the room, Taylor moves next to me.

"Do you like him? Clint, I mean..." Taylor trails off.

"Course I do, we're partners."

Taylor rolls her eyes. "No, I mean like him." Taylor clarifies. I don't answer. Of course I like Clint, he's the closest friend I've ever had, but we both want different things in life, and I'm not sure each other is one of them. If we got together it would cause problems, but problems are fixable, right?

"Sometimes he looks at me like I'm the most precious thing in the world, and he takes care of me wonderfully. We just aren't suited I guess." When I finish, Clint walks in with pizza and bottled water.

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The phone starts to ring and Clint rushes over. I've been on Brett watch, and so far I haven't seen his Porsche return. "This is Agent Barton, the car is outside? Wonderful, thanks Janeeva." Clint puts the phone down. "Right, the car's here, time to go."

The twins stand up first and Xander gives me a hug. "Thank you, you've saved us from our father, I can't thank you enough." I ruffle his hair and grin.

"It's alright, look after your sister; she's a beautiful young woman." Xander nods and takes Marcie's hand and nods her head in thanks. Taylor stands up to hug me, and her tears make my shirt damp.

"We'll see each other again, right?" Taylor stutters through her tears.

"Course we will." I say, as Clint gets the twins in the car.

"Do me a favour," Taylor states as we pull apart.

"What?" I ask.

"Ask him out." She smiles and she points to Clint, before walking over to the car and climbing inside. The car drives off and Clint comes to stand next to me. I hadn't realised that I'd been crying. Clint opens the front door and we get into our pyjamas in complete silence. Before I can stop myself, I burst out crying. Clint rushes over and engulfs me in a hug.

"What's up Tasha?" He asks me in a concerned tone.

"She's gone. I've never had a friend like Taylor."

Clint wipes my eyes. "You'll see her again." He tells me.

"Really?" I ask.

Clint nods. "Especially since Fury is planning to keep all three of them at S.H.I.E.L.D for the near future." Clint reassures me. We pull apart and sit down on the bed. All of a sudden, Clint starts laughing.

"Why are you laughing?" I say in an irritated tone.

"The famous Black Widow has a heart!" He says excitedly. I knock his shoulder playfully and look into his eyes. He looks into mine, and I feel like I'm being pulled into a black hole. Images appear in my mind of Clint and I, him saving me in Budapest, bringing me back to S.H.I.E.L.D. Clint has given me a life. My thoughts are disturbed as I find his lips on mine, it's so gentle, but so meaningful. His lips are soft on mine, and I feel like a huge part in my life has been completed, like the missing puzzle piece has been found. His hands are on my waist and mine are on his neck, the kiss isn't rushed; it's gentle and makes me feel safe.

This is who I'm meant to be with.