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What happened in Budapest?

A series of Natasha/Clint, Clintasha, Blackeye and so on one-shots from the Internet, outside Wattpad. DISCLAIMER: these stories are not mine!! Also, the Order of stories was all messed up, but before you start could you please read the DISCLAIMER chapter. Thank you :{)

Clint writes letters to Natasha during his times of struggle but they are most definitely not meant to be read by anyone but himself. This is the story of two assassins and their struggle to find emotional communication, something they both pretty much suck at.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has a new super human to worry about. At the same time, Bucky Barnes is introduced into the Avengers as the Winter Soldier. They soon find out that the new super human isn't so new; she's actually quite old, and a new super human isn't the only old thing they're dealing with...

Well I didn't tell anyone, but a bird flew by. Saw what I'd done. He set up a nest outside, and he sang about what I'd become. He sang so loud, sang so clear. I was afraid all the neighbours would hear, So I invited him in, just to reason with him. I promised I wouldn't do it again. Prologue "A gift?" It was a foreign concept; she did not have possessions, let alone anyone to give them to her. "To teach you responsibility," her tutor had told her. The tiny bird was a brilliant color, it's trill sweet and melodic, and in the stark steel-and-concrete industrial environment it stood out sharply, another jewel in the heart of Russia. She named it Opal. Opal's sweet voice sang whenever she was around. In the morning she would wake up to its sweet voice and at night it would sing her a lullaby. She fed it from the palm of her hand; she cared for it with all her heart. It was the 1 piece of happiness she had. And over the course of the year, the flash of turquoise in the corner was the one thing she'd had to herself since she'd been brought here. It was the color of the sky as she imagined it — the younger recruits so rarely saw the actual sky — but it didn't matter because she owned it. She had the whole sky in a cage in her quarters. And it sang for her. Then one day her tutor walked in, picked up the bird, and snapped his neck. He waited for her to react; only she didn't. She let nothing slip. It was a test, it was always a test, and she never failed. She kept a blank face and looked her tutor in the eye, not a tear in sight. She felt cold, empty, nothing. "You've done well" That night, there was no song to sing her to sleep. And for a while, Natasha Romanoff forgot the color of the sky. A/N: Based off a drabble found on tumblr. Unfortunatly I lost the post but if you know the URL of the person who wrote this drabble please msg me I'd be more than happy to credit them

"Do you know what it's like to be unmade?" "You know I do." They see each other as Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, not the infamous Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, master assassin and marksman, Hawkeye. Natasha and Clint had been partners, best friends, and eventually lovers, for as long as they can remember. They were finally happy, living a life of danger as super spies and assassins, but this time, they were doing it together. But after a simple car crash in the water, Natasha loses her memory. She doesn't remember S.H.I.E.L.D., or the Avengers Initiative, or most importantly, Clint. She only remembers her previous life in Russia as the victim of too many brainwashes, with her ledger gushing red, using her specific skill set to work for no one in particular, killing and not caring who she hurt. She doesn't know who Clint is, only remembering herself as a spy and assassin for the USSR in Soviet Russia, which had been disbanded years ago. Natasha has lost years of her memory; she is drowning in her own lies. What will Clint do without her?

There is nothing worse than knowing that you never belonged, brother. Especially when it was all I have ever wanted.

"You and I remember Budapest very differently) So what did happen in Budapest? This story will reveal all the secrets kept by Natasha in the movie "The Avengers" and her lationship to Clint Barton. This story is written in the POV of mostly Natasha but sometimes with Clint. A Clintash story. This story is based off The Avengers 2012 and not any other viariations of Black Widow. This story has NO relation with IronMan 2 because i havent watched it yet so sorry if facts contradict each other or clash. I do not own the charaters. This book cover was NOT made by me, it is fanmade. From who? i dont know.