My Dearest Natasha

January 30, 2010

January 30, 2010

Natasha,

I don't really know what to say or how to start this. I guess I can start by saying that I'm afraid.

You always told me not to be afraid, never to give into your fears. I wish I could listen to you say that right now. You being in this comatose state worries me. Your a fighter though Nat, always have been, always will be. You'll pull through, won't you?

It's only been 1 day since we were brought back to the Helicarrier and I'm already feeling lonely. Even with all the agents scurrying about. It's not the same without you around, something doesn't feel right. I can't quite put it into words, but it just doesn't.

I'm in my room right now, writing to you. I keep looking up expecting to see you at the doorway. To see you smile at me again Nat, that would be the best thing ever.

Wake up for me, will ya?

~Clint