Natasha wasn't worried. Far from it. Clint was just going on a small mission; to bring in the leader of a hospital that was purposely killing people for the use of their organs in drug smuggling. The night before, Natasha retired to her room late, having been up watching Skyfall with Coulson and the rest of the Avengers. They all enjoyed James Bond movies, probably more than they should have. Always after watching one of Ian Fleming's' movies, Tony would pretend he was James Bond for the next few hours. He would get Clint to allow him in the air vents, 'confiscate' one of Natasha's and Clint's many nerf guns, and act as though no one could see him, and that everyone was his target. They all tolerated this, for reasons unknown.

On this certain night, Clint had received a text in the middle of the movie, requesting him to leave at the break of dawn and bring in this leader to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in Boston. It was a simple solo mission, so she wasn't worried; Clint had handled worse on his own. He told Coulson, who supervised movie night due to the fact that sometimes things got a little out of hand, and Coulson agreed to get up tomorrow to see him off.

Clint had left for his room shortly after the text, and no one questioned it; it was almost one in the morning, and the sun rose at five; he needed to rest. Coulson followed suit, retreating to the guest room specially reserved for him. Natasha was left sitting alone on the couch, (Steve was in the chair opposite, Tony and Pepper were on the love seat, and Bruce and Thor claimed the floor) staring blankly at the screen.

When the credits rolled, Natasha stood up and stretched, shut off the T.V., then crept silently to the stairs. Everyone else was either sleeping, or close to it. Even Pepper was snuggled up against Tony, her eyes shut. When Natasha reached her dark room, the first thing she saw was the clock on her desk, reading two thirty. She rubbed her eyes, relishing the fact that she could sleep in tomorrow, unlike Clint. She flicked on the overhead light and laughed. Clint was in deep sleep, stretched out upon her bed.

Clint's room, which was the top most room in Avengers Tower, due to the roof access, was too far away for his weary body to stand sometimes, so he would crash in the room right below his room; Natasha's room. She didn't understand this; he was already so close to his room. Why stop there? When she questioned him on this subject, he would smile, then say "I do it to annoy you." She believed this.

Natasha couldn't keep the smile off her face now, because Clint looked so peaceful. He was stretched so comfortably on top of the blankets, too tired to have even untied his boots or remove his jacket. Today had been a difficult day, for all of the Avengers. There had been two bank robberies, and a prison break. They had been called in to handle all of them, thinking they were just simple crimes the police didn't want to deal with. Instead, when they arrived at both bank robberies, they found a highly organized group of people who could handle weapons with ease. They detained both groups, and brought them into S.H.I.E.L.D. for interrogation. The prison break was led by an old friend of Natasha's and Clint's. He was a weapons dealer who enjoyed using children as human shields. He was staying in the prison while his trial was conducted, but when his lawyer said there wasn't a way to get off of the charges, he decided to get off his own way. He put a valiant fight, but he just couldn't handle Thor's hammer, which knocked him unconscious when he wasn't looking.

Needless to say, everyone was exhausted. When the Avengers returned to the tower, they hardly spoke a word to each other. When they got back, Pepper tended to everyone's injuries, except Clint and Natasha; though they knew Pepper well, they still wouldn't let her fix them up. They entrusted that job only to one another. Tony had suggested a movie night, which led to a 'discussion' over what they would watch. World War III was about to break out when Coulson arrived. Everyone was a little freaked out; he hand a knack of turning up completely unexpected, especially when he was needed.

Finally shifting away from the sleeping archer, Natasha shimmied off her own jacket, and slipped off her boots. She cut off the overhead light, and replaced it with the desk light, which was dimmer, and less likely to wake the archer up. With a backwards glance at Clint, she left the room and walked across the hall to the bathroom, her pajamas in her hand.

Natasha shut the bathroom door and changed into her tang top and shorts, then brushed her hair, watching her pale reflection in the mirror. It wasn't an actual mirror, but a computer. It showed your reflection, but around the edges of the screen were emblems of Google Chrome, Word Documents, Skype, ext. Tony even had these contraptions in the showers, making it easy for him to brainstorm brilliant ideas while washing his enormous head and ego.

Natasha pulled up the Skype app, finding Coulson online. She tapped the call button. After it rang twice, Coulson's face replaced her reflection, looking tired and annoyed. Once he realized who it was, his face softened. "What are you still doing up?" Natasha asked him, smirking as she prepared to brush her teeth. "Too much coffee," he said, putting a few items into a carrying bag. "Going somewhere?" He glanced up. "Clint should be back tomorrow afternoon, but I won't return until the day after. Fury's got me running the interrogation." Natasha nodded, spitting the toothpaste into the sink. "Where is Barton, do you know?" Coulson asked, his eyes not focusing on Natasha anymore, but on something else he had pulled up on his screen. Natasha assumed it was the surveillance feed. "Hawk's in my room, again," she grinned, laughing as Coulson shook his head. "He gets lazier every day," he said with a sigh. Natasha agreed.

"Alright Natasha. I'm turning in. Have fun sleeping with Barton tonight." Natasha made a face at him, knowing full and well he was being sarcastic. She clicked off, then crept back to her room. Clint was still in his original position, sleeping quietly. She carefully removed his boots, then turned him on his stomach and slipped off his jacket. She pushed him to the far side of the bed, next to the wall, and yanked the blankets out from underneath him. He still didn't wake up.

After she clicked off her desk light, she climbed up beside him, laying as far away from him as she could so that they weren't touching. She breathed deeply, willing her muscles to relax. Slowly she closed her eyes, leaving her ears sharp, ready to detect any sound of intrusion. Her ears tuned into Clint's deep breathing, and without warning, she fell asleep.