"CLINT, BEHIND YOU!" Natasha screamed as she made a mad dash towards him, bullets flying.
The archer spun around to see the last of their enemies running at him in full speed, merely a foot away. He reached for an arrow, but his hand grasped around nothing but air. It was already too late.
He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the end.
Before, in his dying moment, he had always expected to see his life flash before him, memories, both good and bad. But no, the only thing on his mind was...her.
He heard the sound of a gunshot, but he was still alive-nothing had happened.
Clint opened his eyes in confusion to see two bodies on the ground before his feet. And one of them had red hair.
"No no no no no... Please no..." He dropped to his knees and pulled her head into his lap.
There was a blade protruding from her stomach, and blood was spilling out of it.
He wasn't even sure what sound he made, but it was terrifying. He heard the scream before he even realized that it had come from his own mouth, and then she was staring up at him with beautiful green eyes, half closed.
"Nat, please don't, don't do this to me." She was the Black Widow, she couldn't die, especially not like this. They'd been through so much worse, he felt as if he could hear laughter in the distance, mocking him and his despair.
"Love is for children, I owe him a debt," she had said. "Barton was sent to kill me... He made a different call."
"Well, Barton, I guess I've finally repaid my debt." She whispered with bloody lips, before her body gave out and she collapsed into his arms.
He set her down gently, tears streaming down his face as he saw the small smile on her lips.
He moved his hand over her eyes, closing them carefully, knowing that this was the last time he'd ever see that emerald green again.
He was the last. The last survivor. The only survivor.
