A/N: I believe I developed an instant obsession with these two... its a problem. :) Now I have done research on the backgrounds of Clint and Natasha and I've taken bits and pieces. After all this is just a fanfic...I'm only borrowing these two for fun.
Warning: this chapter does contain a sex scene. I couldn't resist :)
They probably looked pretty pitiful as they trudged away from the Shawarma shop. Being that the city was a wreck; driving back to Stark Tower was not exactly an option.
Steve and Bruce idly chatted while Tony tried to reach Pepper.
It was the two assassins that were trailing behind the three that looked the most battered.
Clint leaned heavily on Natasha, who looked like she may collapse if they continued on.
Relief, however, was on the horizon. Tony mumbled something to JARVIS who opened the doors into Tower. The worn heroes piled into the elevator that took them to the upper floors.
"You guys can bunk here for now. Get a shower too," Tony said motioning to the opening door.
Four of them stumbled out and left Tony to continue to his own floor.
Steve walked over to one of the over stuffed chairs in lounge area and plopped down.
"As annoying as Stark is, I have to admit that he has good taste in furniture." Steve sighed.
Bruce mumbled a good night and retreated to the first room down the hall.
"Cap, you have any room preferences?" Natasha asked glancing down the hall. She got no response.
"He's asleep," Clint whispered. He shifted his weight onto his left leg and grunted. He felt his knee begin to buckle under him followed by two arms wrapping around his middle, stopping his fall.
"Hey, easy there, I've got ya'." Natasha said softly. She gently turned him in the direction of the hall and led him towards the furthest bedroom. She knew he liked to be separated from everyone, that he liked his peace and quiet. She opened the door with her shoe and shuffled in.
"Damn," Clint chuckled as he surveyed the room.
It was huge. There was a sitting area right in the front half followed by a massive California King bed in the back that was flanked by two windows and bedside tables.
"Come on, you need to get cleaned up." Natasha said.
The bathroom was just as impressive and just as massive. There was a huge standup shower that looked like you could hold a party in it, as well as a stand alone tub. Natasha led Clint into the shower and sat him down on the built in seat. He slumped gratefully against the cool stone and allowed his eyes to close for the first time in hours.
He could hear the shower turn on, which caught his interest. He opened one eye to see Natasha testing the water. She turned around and knelt down to begin untying his left boot.
"Tasha? What are you doing?" He asked quietly.
"Helping you, you cripple," she mumbled, pulling the boot off.
"I can do it." Clint said putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Will you shut up and let me help?" Natasha growled meeting his gaze.
Clint sighed, knowing that this was a battle that he would not win. He allowed her to continue to take off his boots and vest, which she laid outside the shower door. Natasha slowly pealed off his shirt and found a large nasty bruise beginning to form diagonally on his back.
"What the hell?" She whispered examining his back more. Cuts littered his skin that was not covered by the shirt or vest, blood caked on the wounds.
"I went through a window," Clint explained trying not to wince as her fingertips ghosted across his back.
"A window, Clint?"
"I ran out of arrows so I swung into a window."
Natasha shook her head and began to work on his belt. Clint tensed and stopped her hands.
"Tasha, I've got it from here," he mumbled.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked," Natasha replied trying to push his hands away.
"Tasha, I…" Clint started.
She met his gaze once again and could see the pain in the deep grey pools. This pain was not emotional pain though, it was mental.
"Clint, it's okay. Loki is gone." Natasha said trying to keep her voice steady.
"You don't know what he put into my head…what he asked me about you." Clint sighed leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. Natasha rolled back onto her heals, shivering slightly as the warm water began to soak through her suit.
The two sat silence for a moment.
"You're getting wet," Clint murmured.
Natasha sighed and put her hands on his knees, hoisting herself up to a more comfortable position. She cupped his face in her hands and lifted it up to where he was looking at her. She leaned in slowly and placed her lips on his gently. It was a short kiss.
Natasha pulled away and brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm okay Clint."
Clint relaxed slightly and allowed her to continue to undress him. He hissed when she caught him off guard with the water. For such a strong and sometimes violent woman, her touch was gentle and calming. He felt her fingers ghost over his skin as she lathered up the soap. She gently washed away the dried blood and dirt. Clint sighed softly as she turned her attention to his hair. Her nails gently scraped at his scalp. He furrowed his eyebrows when he felt her hands leave his body. In their place was a cascade of warm water.
"All clean," Natasha said softly.
Clint opened his eyes, wiping away any excess water to look at her. She was soaked to the bone. She still wore her suit, but minus her belt and weapons. He braced himself on the wall rail and lifted himself up. He gingerly tested his leg and decided it was safe for the time being.
"You helped me, now let me help you." Clint said motioning for her to come closer. He sensed her hesitation and deep down he panicked. Would she never let him touch her again?
"Tasha," Clint mumbled offering her his hand.
After a moment she took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled out the spray.
Slowly, he ran his hands up and down the length of her arms. The fabric was slippery now thanks to her bathing him. He paused at her shoulders and allowed his hands to drift to her breastbone. One hand steadied the suit and the other gently pulled the zipper down. Clint stopped once he reached her waistline and replaced his hands on her shoulders.
He began peeling the suit away from her body. Once he reached her rib cage, Clint groaned.
He could see a fist size bruise forming. "Tasha, did I do this?" Clint whispered brushing the skin with his fingertips.
"No, Loki did. You would never hurt me, Clint." Natasha answered softly.
Clint blinked and brought his fist up to the bruise; it was an exact match. Natasha sighed and unfurled his hand. She brought both of his hands back to her zipper and then lifted his face to meet hers.
"I am fine, continue." She mumbled.
Clint mumbled something quietly and continued to strip her of the suit. She finally stood before him in just her underwear. He wrapped his arms around her back and fumbled with the clasp. Finally he freed her from the basic black bra. Clint tossed it over to where her pile of soaking clothes lay. He locked gazes with her and hooked his thumbs under the band of her matching black bikini bottom and gently tugged them down her legs.
They too joined the pile.
Silently Clint washed his partner's body, taking stock of each bruise and new scar. Over the years the two had learned each other's scars, most now they could say they had earned together.
As he finished rinsing the remaining shampoo from her hair, Clint felt Natasha's arms wrap around his waist. He ran his fingers through her now clean locks and down her back, tracing her spine as he traveled down. Natasha rested her head on his shoulder and buried her face into his neck.
Clint leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Let's dry off okay?" He felt her nod against his skin and carefully he reached behind them and turned off the water. Somehow the two managed to dry off and reach the bed room without breaking much contact.
Clint dragged her down onto the bed with him and wrapped his arms around her possessively.
"I thought I had lost you." Natasha murmured into his chest.
"You didn't lose me I am right here. You saved me thanks to your cognitive recalibration." Clint replied earning himself a chuckle from her. "Well you did."
Clint nuzzled her head and flipped them over to where Natasha laid beneath him.
She looked like a goddess. Her red hair was splayed out artfully across the pillow and her skin was still slightly flushed from the shower.
Clint bent down and kissed her softly below her ear. "If you're compromised then boy I have been compromised worse," he mumbled.
He continued to trail kisses down her neck, stopping to suck gently at her collar bone. Natasha sighed softly. She maneuvered them to wear the sheets now pooled at their ankles. Then she caught him off guard by wrapping her legs around his waist pulling him down flush with her body.
"Make love to me Clint; remind me that this is not a dream." She said into his ear.
Clint shuddered and regained his focus. He slid a hand down in between their bodies and gently brushed his fingers against her center. She was more than ready.
"Clint, please," Natasha moaned arching her back, her body craving more contact.
Clint groaned and positioned himself at her entrance. Natasha rolled her hips again causing the tip of him to slip inside. Both gasped as heat met heat. Slowly, Clint pushed himself into her further, relishing in the amazing feeling of her body rippling around him.
"Tasha," he whispered, his voice strained.
"Move, Clint" she replied.
And he did just that. Clint slowly built up a comfortable rhythm that both of their aching bodies could handle.
The two partners had had sex together before. However, this time the whole action was different. This wasn't a quick fuck before a mission or a rough fuck after a mission. This had feeling. The two clung to each other as if they were afraid they would lose the other. This was not simply sex, for the first time the partners made love. Together they frantically battled to reach a climax.
Their now sweaty bodies slid against one another with torturous friction.
"Let go Clint, come for me." Natasha gasped as Clint rammed back into her.
She felt the end was so near that she could taste it. Her whole body felt like a live wire. She could tell Clint was just as close. His movements had become erratic and urgent.
"Come on, Clint. I'm so close," Natasha moaned trying to keep up.
"Tasha," Clint groaned finally stilling his movements and letting go inside her.
She followed him over the edge and silently cried out. Clint collapsed next to her, his breath coming in ragged breaths. The ragged breathing shifted to sobbing that Clint desperately tried to conceal. Natasha quickly regained her composure and rolled over to face him. She put a hand on his chest and ran a hand soothingly through his hair.
"Hey, shh, it's okay." Natasha whispered.
"I can't lose you," Clint sobbed pulling her close to him. "God, Natasha. I love you so much." He mumbled into her hair.
"I love you too," Natasha whispered. She soothingly rubbed his chest and allowed him to cry and hold her. She heard his breathing even out telling her that he had fallen asleep. She sighed and relaxed into Clint's embrace. They were going to be okay.
Natasha nuzzled Clint again and pulled the covers up over their bodies. Her partner was safe and that's what mattered; her Clint was safe.
A/N: Yes, I understand that they maybe a little OC. This is just how they are in my little movie in my head. I believe that after going through the Battle of New York both of them were changed... I mean I would. Just give the story a try :) I actually have this one finished and have started the sequel so updates will be regular! Don't forget to REVIEW! I LOOOOOVE REVIEWS!