Truth

Clint- Chapter 2

I took the elevator up to Nat's floor, I had caught wind that Fury passed, I immediately thought of Natasha; he was the closest thing she had to a "father." The doors to the elevator opened, and I automatically heard the blaring trumpet, clearly some 1940's music. I almost rasped her name when I heard it, I knew she would be somewhat depressed, but not this much. I tapped on her door,

"Nat?" lightly speaking her name this time, I heard something crashing hitting the floor.

"Nat let me in,"

Suddenly the door swung open in my face,

"What do you want Clint?" I could see makeup smeared along her face that she undoubtedly got there because she tried to wipe away her tears.

"Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"Why not?" She waited a second and then stepped aside, letting me into the apartment.

It was a moderately sized apartment for one person, there was one bedroom attached to an all-white bathroom. The bedroom had one California King bed, the walls where white with one covered in windows looking out at the skyline of New York. The floors where all the same hardwood thought the house, leading in the hall with a kitchen connected to the living room. The kitchen was all black clashing with the white walls, there was a small island in the middle of the floor it had a few pictures on it. On the side of the kitchen, there was a small table with two chairs. The living room had a bookshelf stuffed full of books, and a white couch, directly across the room there was a nicely sized TV, not that Nat watched that much to anyways. I spotted something other than framed pictures on the counter; a bottle of vodka. I walked over to the almost empty bottle and point at it.

"What is this?" Natasha looked down at the floor. I walked over to her,

"What's wrong Tash?"

"Nothing,"

"Remember that I told you I can tell when you're lying." Tears started streaming down her face, it had been probably years since I had last seen that happen. I walked over in front of her wiping her tears off her face with my thumbs. Then pulling her into an embrace, placing her head on my shoulder. I heard her whimper, now I had probably never herd that from her, I pulled her in tighter.

"Fury's gone Clint."

"I know, that's why I came, don't worry Nat, I'll always be here for you. Where you trying to get drunk?"

"Well clearly, but it didn't really work" She said pulling away wiping her tears,

"It's going to take a while," I said with a smirk, I got the slightest little smile from her.

"I know" She said walking back to the bottle on the counter,

"But I'm Russian, I can't get drunk on the cheap American stuff."

"Haha," I said in a sarcastic tone, as I sat on the couch.

"You know the bullets where from the Soviet Union."

"Nat- "I said as she started again drinking from the bottle finishing it off.

"Natasha!" I said in an almost yell,

"If I drink enough I can get drunk," she said looking down at her hands placed on the counter. I walked behind her,

"How many of those have you had Tash?" I said in a strong voice.

"Four,"

"What?!" I said as I turned her around trying to find a reason in her eyes, all I found was pain.

"Because it hurts." She said looking down, I raised a hand to stroke her pin-straight hair.

"Nat it's okay."

"NO, ITS NOT!" She yelled, slapping my hand away from her hair.

"You know I haven't felt this good in a l-long time." She was already starting to slur her words becoming even more drunk.

"That isn't always good Natasha,"

"Do you think I care Clint? Why don't you go run home to Laura? Why do you e-e-even give a DAMN about me?" She was now just trying to find anyway to attack him.

"I always have cared about you, Nat. Laura has nothing to do with that you know that."

"Yeah whatever" She said. She walked over across the room to the stall stumbling. She always moved with grace and poise, she was clearly very drunk at this point.

"This was all my fault Clint."

"That's not true, this all had to do with Fury being the Director of Shield."

"That's why he was killed by James then? The Red Room clearly sent him there"

"No, that's not the reason why they sent him, he is just the only soldier capable of that."

"Whatever" Her eyes were fighting to stay open,

"Hey Tash you need to go to bed, you're going to pass out,"

"I-I-I can't walk,"

"I'll help you." I said gabbed her arm as I helped her to her bed and laid her down.

"Clint,"

"What do you need Tash?"

"I'm scared, it seems so dark, there is no escaping, not even with alcohol."

"I'll lay by your side, and make sure you're alright," I slid onto the bed right behind her, and held her, she fell asleep and I turned to my phone and Laura was texting me.

"Your phone says you are not at the tower, what's up?"

"Fury is gone, I'm at Nat's."

"Oh God, is she okay Clint?"

"Not really,"

"Text me tomorrow about her okay? Love you,"

"Shure thing Laura, love you too, goodnight"

I sat in the bed next to Natasha for a while, out of the blue I felt her shivering. I got up to go look for a blanket, but I looked at Nat before I went and she was sweating, she started mumming things like don't hurt me, she was having nightmares, very vivid ones at that. I had to stop her suffering, I had to wake her up. I placed my hands on her shoulders gently shaking them. I could see the fear in her eyes as she flung up from the bed.

"No don't hurt me! I promise I'll behave! I'm sorry no more! Please," there was a steady flow of tears from her eyes.

"I would never hurt you Tasha, it was all a dream," I put my arms around her pulling her close. I held her until she once again fell to sleep. I lay her down gently, and fell into a deep sleep next to her. She woke up the next morning restless, clearly tired. But then prompted me there was something she had to go do with Rodgers, so I let her go.

AUTHOURS NOTE: If you notice, in the Winter Solider Natasha is wearing a gold arrow necklace, this is because I'm pretending of this night. Thank you for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please leave a review.