Chapter 2 :D Just a light fluffy piece...enjoy, drop a review, please. Last chapter

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Clint muttered something in his sleep, jerking as he rolled over in bed. Something was bugging him, keeping him from falling into the deep sleep he was used to. With a frown he jerked upright, his hand instantly dropping to the dagger under his mattress. He blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes before he realized the disturbance was coming from the door- someone was knocking frantically.

"Clint Barton," he heard someone hiss. "I know you are in there! Don't make me kick your door down!"

"I'm coming," he hollered, rolling out of bed. He grabbed a pair of jeans, yanking them on before stumbling to the door. He threw the latch back and opened it, a smile instantly splitting across his face.

Natasha stood in the hallway, glaring at him. She was soaked from head to toe and the fun didn't stop there. She had bits of paper stuck in her hair and silly string sprayed in various places across her body. Some kind of green slime was on her arm and covered her shoes.

"If you laugh I swear..."

"I'm sorry," Clint coughed. "Stark?"

"No! Well, yes. He payed a bunch of punk kids off."

"Figured so," Clint nodded thoughfully. "Well, are you going to stand out there all night?"

"Good point," she moved into his loft, taking a good look around. She hadn't seen the inside yet and she was quite impressed. For being a bachelor pad, even if he was an assassin, things were neat and tidy. Everything was in place, the furniture was cozily arranged. "Pepper?"

"Yep. Figured I could use a little help," he chuckled. "I, uh, Was eating off a card table and a crate," he grinned sheepishly.

"Oh Clint, that is oh so classy," she couldn't help but smile.

"I know," he sighed. "It's hard being so fancy," he chuckled as he walked towards the back of the "house", opening the linen closet. He grabbed a towel, then headed towards his room. She followed, raising an eyebrow as she entered the room.

"Very, very impressive. Pepper has my compliments."

"Actually, I did this," he scratched the back of his neck, giving Natasha a good view of his bare torso.

"Really?" She looked out the large glass window that. It had a perfect view of the city skyline and the various lit up building. The large pond in the park could be seen, the moon dancing off the water. A bed was on the far wall, which was painted a dark blue. A dresser stood beside the bed, across from the closet, and a lamp sat on the edge. What amused her most was the desk that sat along the far wall; the one thing that wasn't neat. A laptop sat buried under papers, which were scattered across the surface.

"This is my little bat cave, so to speak," he said as he dug through a drawer. "And you do realize it is two in the morning right? I was almost sound asleep...wait, how did this happen?" He turned around to raise an eyebrow.

"I...couldn't sleep. So I went for a walk. Guess Tony heard me leave."

"You are staying with Tony?" He instantly frowned.

"Yeah, they are fogging my building. Don't get all jealous," she smiled slightly.

"Oh, alright," he tried to shrug it off but she could tell he was annoyed. "Here," he tossed her the towel and a pair of sweats.

"No shirt?"

"Oh, right," he pulled out a black t-shirt, shooting it her way. She caught it, careful not to get anything dirty.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Bathroom is on the right."

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Natasha ran the towel through her hair, letting out a content sigh as she tossed her dirty clothes into the basket that sat by the door. Clint's bathroom smelled like Clint, naturally, and she inhaled deeply, savoring the smell. After getting dressed she flipped off the lights, heading towards the living room, where she had saw a spare blanket.

"Nope," She jumped as Clint appeared behind her.

"God, scare me to death why don't you?"

"What can I say? I am an assassin," his eyes danced with amusement.

Natasha rolled her eyes before reaching up to kiss him, her arms looping around his neck. He chuckled, kissing her back before tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's about time."

"I wasn't exactly clean earlier," she wrinkled her nose.

"I wouldn't have cared," he smiled. "Come on, I don't bite," he called over his shoulder, heading back to his room. Natasha followed, suddenly nervous- a feeling she didn't enjoy at all. She quietly shut the door behind her as Clint flopped back into bed with a yawn.

"You sure about this Clint?"

"No," he rolled his eyes. "I am going to wait till you lay down, then kick you out."

"Smart ass," she muttered, crawling into bed and stretching out as close to the edge as she could get.

"Come on Tasha, it's me," he murmured, pulling her against his side. She stiffened at first, then relaxed against his side as he rubbed lazy circles on her arm.

"I know...it's just...different."

"We both know we've slept with other people before," he said in a flat tone.

"Yeah, but this really is different," she sighed. "I don't know how to explain it."

"I do," he rolled over, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But right now I want to ask you something?"

"Hmm?" She rolled over to face him.

"Why haven't you been sleeping?"

"I have been, it is just one night."

"I know you are lying. You've looked exhausted all week," he ran a thumb under her eye. "What's bugging you?"

"Clint, please don't do this." She closed her eyes.

"Don't you trust me?"

"I do, you know that," she pulled herself tighter against his chest. "I just don't know if I can tell you. It scares me... I don't like to feel vulnerable."

"None of us do. But sometimes talking really does help."

"I..." She took a deep breath. "I keep thinking about what Loki said to me...and then I start having these dreams, It is nothing."

"Ntasha," he frowned. "What did he say that bugged you so much? That was nearly a year ago."

"I know that," she said in a small voice. "But it stuck with me."

"Alright," he nodded, folding his arms behind his head as he watched the ceiling fan making slow rotations. Natasha watched him for a moment before rolling over, burying her face into his shoulder as she began to tell him what Loki had said in barely a whisper. By time she was finished her tears had wet his shoulder.

"Tasha," he groaned, wrapping both arms around her as he hugged her to his chest. "There is no way that would have happened. Or nor will it ever happen."

"You wouldn't have had any control over it."

"Don't think like that. Don't do that to yourself...when we were fighting, somewhere deep inside something kept telling me not to try that final blow. Something kept me from trying to kill you. I couldn't have done it."

"You don't know that," she sniffed, continuing to stare at the sheet beneath them.

Clint sighed before rolling her over, tilting her chin up so he could gaze into her eyes. "I do know."

"How?"

"Because I love you, Natasha. I just couldn't have done it. And I never will," he tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "And that is a promise. And please don't launch into your "love is for children speech"."

Natasha just laid there, starring at him as she let that sink it. She knew that was true, she had known it for a long time. She had just been fighting it. Ever since that kiss in Tony's basement things had been different. She slowly felt herself softening, not trying to block him out. With a sigh she laid a hand on his cheek before kissing him.

"I love you too, Clint."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up.

"What do you mean "What"?"

"I didn't think I'd ever hear that come out of your mouth. At least not directed towards me."

"Yeah, well, I just poured my heart out to you. I am tired of trying to keep everything pent up and buried," she muttered, readjusting herself so she could lie her head on his chest.

"I'm glad!" He smiled, pressing a kiss to her head. "Go to sleep, Tasha. I'll be right here."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he gave her a squeeze.

Natasha nodded before closing her eyes, relishing the extra warmth that radiated off his body. Her breathing steadied and she was almost asleep when Clint spoke again.

"Remind me to thank Stark," he said in a slurred voice, his own breathing shallow and even.

"For?"

"Sending those kids after you. Otherwise you never would've came over."

She couldn't help but smile and just rolled her eyes, lacing a hand through his. "I might've found my way over here. You never know."

"Night, Tasha."

"Good night, Clint," she closed her eyes once more, falling asleep to the sound of his heart.

Ok, things have changed. I am too busy with riding to be writing a lot, so this is the final chapter. Sorry! Hope you enjoyed and thanks for sticking with me. Until next time!