Arrows In The Heart of A Loved One

Clint walked through the streets of Manhattan with two arrows on the ready. He shook his head and closed his eyes and once he reopened them they changed from blue back to their original color. Loki appeared, out of sight, on top of a building. Seeing how tense Clint was, he caught a glimpse of Natasha out of the corner of his eye and smirked.  Clint held his breath when he heard footsteps nearing. Not another one..he thought to himself right before he turned and sent the arrows right into Natasha. Natasha looked down then back up at Clint and began to fall. Clint's eyes widened, "Nat!" he threw his bow down and caught her before she hit the ground. Loki watched the scene then grinned and disappeared. Clint pulled the arrows out and tried blinking back tears. He brushed his blood hand against her cheek, "Oh God, Nat. I'm so sorry." Natasha shook her head and took his hand, "You didn't know.." she whispered. Clint let out a shaky sigh and squeezed her hand, "This is all my fault. I'll never be able to forgive myself." Natasha swallowed hard then brought him closer. Clint pressed his forehead against hers and watched a tear roll down her cheek. "Please, don't leave me." he whispered. Natasha glanced up at him and took a last, shaky deep breath then closed her eyes. Clint looked down at her lifeless face then stood up and threw his arrows to the side. He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands and began to cry.