Bounjour! Yet again another one shot woo-hoo go one shots so the next three aren't going to be very long but thats cool because you know it's all good!
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Clint woke up in a pool of his own sweat, looking around for an assailant but no one was there he didn't wake Natasha which was unusual. He rose to his feet and the left the room no longer enjoying the idea of sleep, he sat by the window starring at the rain falling trickling down the window, when Natasha joined him. She stroked the back of his neck "why are you awake?" she asked the question with her eyes 'nightmares' was the unasked question "no I just couldn't sleep" he lied it wasn't the time to tell the truth. She dragged her hand gently across his shoulder as she left, the truth was the nightmares were back and he hadn't had one about New York for about two years, the last time he did he suffered from insomnia from having one or two hours of sleep for a whole year. It almost killed him he had to stop working, take endless amounts of medication and see a therapist plus he had to watch Natasha leave for missions and see the realisation that this might be the last time they see each other. He couldn't go through that again or put Natasha through it again its not fair on her.
He got up from the window and got back into bed with Natasha, she rolled over onto his chest she ran her fingers up and down his bare chest, "I had a nightmare" she looked up at him "was it a bad one?" he shook his head. This he was being truthful, it wasn't as bad as they used to be, thank god "try and sleep Clint please" he nodded and went back to sleep but not for long. Clint woke up with a gun in his hand "Clint stop! Please stop!" he dropped the gun on the bed and collapsed on the floor his head in his hands tears streaming down his face "I can't go through this again Nat." She shuffled over to him and held his arm "we got through it Clint we can do it again" he laughed and shook his head "Nat I almost killed myself, I hardly see that as getting through it" she nodded "but your still here aren't you?" he smiled which was his answer, his smile was barely there but it was a yes. The day was short to Clint's horror he stayed in ate lunch watched TV had dinner with everyone and played cards with everyone. Clint's had called his therapist who said to not think about it then asked to speak to Natasha the card game was to keep his mind off it, it was working. He went to bed that night not thinking about it and wasn't plagued by nightmares.
