So I'm going to post a number hand written clintasha one shots that are quite short but its cool I hope you enjoy them.
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He was just sleeping on the sofa, he looked so peaceful and happy nothing was wrong some missions can be rough this was a long mission and no contact with anyone, he hadn't spoken about it. There was no poin in pushing him espicially at this point therwise he would just shut down, build a wall taller and bigger than her own. Natasha was sitting at the breakfast bar she had Clint in the corner of her eye still sleeping, when Tony appeared next to her "bad mission?" he spoke over the crunch of his cereal "I don't know yet". Which she hated not being able to know what was wrong with her partner and boyfrien, not being able to help him through it she felt useless.
Natasha got up from the breakfast table and went to were he was, she stroked the side of his face running her fingers over the scar on his cheek, when she felt pain shooting through her wrist and Clint's eyes locked onto hers. She showed pain in her face, he registered her pain and released his grip on her wrist sighing apologetically "sorry still in mission mode". She smiled forgivingly whilst studying his face noticing his fear and sadness in something she didn't know or understand, "come on you need to be in your room" he nodded and struggled to his feet as he hadn't used them for a while. Natasha allowed him to use her as a support back to their room where he crashed onto the bed, motioning for her to join him, she took pleasure in the way he loved her so much and how much the feeling was mutal. She rested her head against Clint's chest, he stroked the base of her spin making her feel every touch on every part of her skin, it intensified her want for him making her feel something she had missed for the past month and a half, she would happily return the favour. She stroked the bottom of his stomach working her way below the waist, when he flinched away and stood up "sorry Natasha" she shook her head and smiled "too soon?" she laughed he nodded his head "um yeah" the corner of his mouth flinched. He sat down on the end of the bed his head in his hands, Natasha knew that look. Guilt and shame all at once, not soemthing thats easily shifted. She scooted to the end of the bed and sat next to him, holding his hand whilst stroking it "Clint you need to tell me what happened". He mumbled through his tears becoming incoherant " they made me watch who the fuck does that?" she looked at him puzzled "watch what Clint?" he just shook his head and bolted for the door. It slammed behind him leaving Natasha sitting alone on the bed she knew excactly where he was but it was cold outside so she though she'd give it 10 minutes, change and go up there that would give him time to calm down. After those 10 minutes were up she went up to the roof were he was sitting on the floor looking at a picture of a young girl, she came and sat next tohim, he looked over and smiled at her. Clint handed her the picture "mei Cheng she was eleven years old abducted by a group called Sho Ming she could remeber anything, they wanted her to remeber 6 covert agents in deep cover. My mission was to take her back so they couldn't use any of the information. But inorder to do that I had to become a father figure to her in the two months I had, it was going well they all trusted me even Mei, but she forgot the agents because of the stress she was under. Natasha she tried so hard to remeber them but she couldn't, Sho Ming couldn't just give her back so they shot her in the head and I couldn't do anything." She handed back the picture of her "so I killed the entire gang" she raised an eyebrow and shrugged "it wasn't your faukt Clint you know that right?" he nodded at her "New York wasn't your fault but you still feel guilty" he spoke softly "yeah I suppose but I think you definately avenged her" he laughed and kissed her lips, he wrapped his arms around her and she embraced him. She had missed the way he cares too much.
Fini! Another one shot shall either be added on the 23/1 or 24/1
