How Clintasha came to be

Theres been a breakin

Chapter 3 part 1:
Natasha's P.O.V.
It's been a few weeks since I moved in next to Clint. I'm asleep when a loud crash wakes me up. I decide to check it out. I peek into my kitchen, using the wall as a shield. There are two guys quietly raiding it. I slowly reach for my gun that's behind the couch, then walk into the kitchen confidently. "What may you be doing here on this fine night?" I ask, pointing my gun at the more muscular of the two. He raises his arms, but the other pulls out a gun of his own, and soon enough they're both knocked out cold. I run over to Clint's door and ring the doorbell. He opens up, looking so cute with his bed head and sleepy eyes. "I need to stay here tonight, is that okay?" I ask. "Of course, come in," he says. So I sit on the couch and tell him what happened, and I don't know if he's just tired, or what, but he holds me in his arms while listening.

(A/N: ANYBODY LIKE IT SO FAR? I REALLY WOULD APPRECIATE SOME FEEDBACK IF SOMEONE HAPPENS TO READ THIS.)