I love you (Clintasha)✔️

✬♧10♧✬ The fall

"Where shall we go for dinner tonight?" Clint asked, spinning around on the chair in Natasha's office.

"How about that restaurant we went to with Mr Holmes and Dr Watson the other time?" Natasha suggested, tapping her chin with a pen, "They had really good lasagna."

"Okay." Clint nodded.

"Right now I have some reports to go through." Natasha informed, pulling out a stack of folders with a huff.

"I have a briefing in half an hour, then some training with the new recruits. I'll come pick you up at 6?"

Natasha nodded and leaned over the desk so Clint could peck her on the lips.

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A few hours later, when Clint was pacing the training room observing the new recruits' routine, he got a call from Coulson.

"Clint, Director Fury's office in ten." Came Coulson's clipped tone over the line before it was cut off.

"Everyone continue your routine, Agent Davis will take over." Clint announced before sharing a nod of understanding with Agent Davis and striding out of the room.

Coulson hadn't explained anything over the phone but he conveyed a sense of urgency which caused Clint to quicken his pace towards Fury's office.

When the door slid open, Clint found that all the level 7 and above agents had been gathered, with Fury standing over his desk and an atmosphere of utmost seriousness.

Clint came to stand between Agent Morse and Coulson just as Fury began.

"Since everyone is already present, I shall explain why I have asked all of you to convene." He began, surveying the crowd of agents, all of whom had undivided attention.

"Tech department has detected a breach in security on the east side of HQ. We suspect something more than just a minor infiltration. In order not to create unnecessary panic before the situation is clarified and stabilized, I call upon everyone to be on patrol at all vulnerable points of the building. Don't disrupt normal activity, but be on high alert. Groupings and further instructions have been sent to your phones."

There was a moment of murmuring among the agents. Clint and Coulson shared a glance.

"Coulson, go over to tech department and render assistance."

Coulson nodded before taking his leave.

Then Fury turned to all of his agents, "Dismissed."

Clint fished out his phone and found that he had been grouped with Agent Morse and Agent Deakin, and had been instructed to cover the fifth floor where the weaponry was located.

With that, the groups of agents dispersed on a patrol under the guise of a mandatory positional exercise.

An hour into patrol, there still wasn't any suspicious extrinsic activity.

Until a blow on another side of the building caused the entire structure to rock on its foundation and alarms began blaring.

Clint and his counterparts lost their balance and fell against the wall.

"Attention, east wing destabilized, agents compromised, evacuate." The automated voice announced over the system.

After reorienting himself, a thought raced through Clint's mind, east wing...psych department...Natasha!

With that, he was up on his feet and running towards the destroyed east wing, ignoring the shouts of Agent Morse and Agent Deakin.

As he ran past and against the crowd of scrambling agents, he prayed over and over again that Natasha was safe.

The evac and medical teams were ahead of him, rushing towards the site of casualty, but Clint pushed past them despite their protests and warnings. There was no time to lose, he had to know if his wife was safe.

Sprinting along hallways and slipping around corners, he reached the psychology department...remnants of the psychology department.

There was debris everywhere and some still burning with the dying flames. Wires hung in a tangled mess from the ceiling and the floor was littered with glass shards from the shattered lights.

The psychology department bore the brunt of the hit.

Clint's heart almost stopped. No no no, this can't be... He clutched his head with his hands, breathing erratic.

He looked to his right and saw that the blow had come from the window there. He swallowed, eyes landing on a few bodies underneath the rubble.

Natasha's office was on the opposite side, which meant the impact suffered was a little less serious.

Without wasting anymore time, he bounded off and stopped before the familiar door(or what was left of it) he visited everyday.

Glass and plastic crunched under his boots as he advanced into the room.

The desk and chairs had been overturned, files and books a disarray on the floor.

Then his eyes landed on a flash of red behind the desk.

He moved forward and found Natasha lying unconscious against the wall, face littered with cuts.

Clint's eyes widened as he rushed towards her and gently lifted her into his arms.

"Tasha..." He cradled her against his chest, tears falling onto her face, as the footsteps and shouting of the evac and medical teams drew nearer.

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