(Natasha's Point of View)

As I was sitting quietly in my seat, watching the people around me dancing, I could not help but feel jealous. I, Natasha Romanoff a major assassin am jealous. Of what you may ask. The way they look at each other is what. They look at each other like they are in love. As I say this in my head, I scoff out loud. Love is for children. But a tiny part of me wishes someone would prove me wrong.

(Clint's Point of View)

I was watching Natasha sitting at the elegant round table all alone. I noticed she kept staring at the dancers with a longing face, but then she would hurry and make a poker face so no one would think the Black Widow had emotions. But I know she does. I then hear her scoff and then look down. I know that she will probably kill me after, for making a huge scene, but I need to do this. I began to make my way towards her, but then I came up with a better idea. Why not take Natasha to the top of the roof? We are both private people so she will probably be more comfortable with just us two.

(Natasha's Point of View)

I see Clint coming towards me from the corner of my eyes. I pretend I do not see him, but knowing Clint, he probably knows I already have. He takes a seat beside me and my heart starts pounding really hard. I have been doing this around Clint lately and I have no idea why. He then places his hand on my shoulder and another one under my chin. I look up at him and he smiles down at me with his adorable smile. Did I just say adorable? He then bent down and whispered in my ear, "Natasha, come with me."