Okay so I swear to god someone was in my bedroom after I took a shower tonight. Basically, this story is loosely based on the conversation I was having with my friend while trying not to freak out. Sorry if it's total shit, it's like 4:30 in the morning now and I can't sleep and haven't ever really written Natasha and Clint... -E

Bzzzzzzz.

Clint grunted softly and lifted his head slowly, squinting in the darkness. His phone on the nightstand next to him was lit up. Checking the time, he reached over and grabbed it. 2:48. Who was texting him at 2:48 in the morning? 'Someone better be dying.' He thought bitterly to himself.

[2:47 am, Nat] Hey, are you up?

'Tasha. Of course.' He sighed softly and rubbed at his eyes with one palm.

[2:48 am, sent] No. Why are you up?

Closing his eyes again, he rested the back of his wrist on his forehead, waiting for her reply. Jumping slightly when it did come, he opened his eyes, wincing slightly because of the light.

[2:50 am, Nat] Can't sleep… Did I wake you up?

[2:50 am, sent] Yeah, and I'm going back to sleep now. 'Night, Tasha.

He turned the screen off and tossed his phone on the other side of his bed, stretching. Rolling onto his side, he closed his eyes again, quickly falling asleep.

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.

Clint blinked a few times, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realizing his phone was vibrating. Sighing loudly, he reached across the bed and picked it up. 'What now, Tasha?'

[2:51 am, Nat] Fine, jerk.

[3:13 am, Nat] I thought you said you were going to bed?

[3:14 am, Nat] I may have been in the shower, but I still heard you, idiot.

[3:14 am, Nat] I'm not coming out there in just a towel. Get out.

Clint just stared at his phone, still half asleep.

[3:16 am, sent] Oooh, you're just in a towel? ;)

[3:17 am, Nat] How did you even get in?

He opened his mouth slightly, sitting up slowly.

[3:18 am, sent] Wait, Nat… I'm lying in my bed…

[3:18 am, Nat] Ha ha very funny.

Quickly reaching over to the nightstand, he turned on his lamp. Eyebrows furrowed, he took a picture as proof that he was, in fact, in his bed, nowhere near her apartment building. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned forwards, his elbows resting on his knees.

[3:20 am, sent] (Attachment) See?

He waited, staring at his phone, waiting for her reply. Leaning back, his leg started bouncing in anticipation. He glanced at the clock. 3:25. Looking back at his phone, he lit up the screen. Still no response. Something was wrong.

[3:26 am, sent] Natasha?

…Nothing.

[3:28 am, sent] Tasha, please.

[3:28 am, Nat] I was wrong

Clint gulped slightly, adjusting his position slightly on his bed. In the middle of typing, he got another message.

[3:29 am, Nat] I heard it in the kitchen, so I opened the door, ready to kick your ass but I was wrong

[3:29 am, Nat] I was so so wrong

Goosebumps appeared all over his arms. She never, ever admitted she was wrong. At anything.

[3:30 am, sent] Tasha, what is it? Who's there?

[3:30 am, Nat] I don't know if it saw me I closed the door right after I saw it

Something about the way that she kept saying "it" sent cold shivers down Clint's spine and he stood up.

[3:31 am, sent] It? Why do you keep saying it?

[3:32 am, Nat] It s not human. it was taller than th e ceiling it had to bend down

[3:32 am, Nat] It looked like it had claws instead of hands

[3:33 am, Nat] It's April 1st. If this is some sort of fucking sick joke you and Tony are playing, I'm going to fucking kill you.

[3:33 am, sent] Tasha, I promise you, it isn't.

Clint started pacing his bedroom, not taking his eyes off of his phone. Should he call the police? Should he text Tony to make sure he wasn't pulling any shit? Fingers trembling slightly, he sent Tony a message.

[3:33 am, sent] Hey. Are you pulling some shit prank on Tasha?

[3:34 am, Nat] Bullshit. You guys are assholes. Tell him to cut it out.

[3:34 am, Tony] No? I've been up with Banner all night… Why, what's up?

He licked his lips slightly, trying to determine if Tony was lying or not. Tasha was right, it was April 1st, and Tony was an asshole. Especially when it came to pranking or scaring people.

[3:35 am, sent] Prove it.

He stopped pacing and glanced around the dimly lit room. Tapping his fingers on his phone lightly, he slowly sat back down on his bed, waiting.

Bzzzzzz.

[3:37 am, Tony] (Attachment) Seeeee?

Clint looked at the picture that Tony sent. Tony was making a face and sure enough, Bruce was smiling next to him, holding up a notebook, the words "Hi, Clint!" written on the page. He stared at the picture, mouth hanging open slightly. Suddenly his phone buzzed again, snapping him out of it.

[3:38 am, Nat] CLINT THIS ISN'T FUNNY.

[3:38 am, Nat] TELL HIM TO FUCKING KNOCK IT OFF.

[3:38 am, sent] Tasha, it isn't him. I just texted him. He's been with Bruce all night.

He stared at his phone, anxiously waiting for her to reply. After a few minutes, he started nervously opening and closing the messaging app, his leg bouncing again.

[3:44 am, sent] Tasha? Seriously, it isn't Stark. I promise..

He waited a few minutes more. Nothing.

[3:49 am, sent] Natasha are you okay?

[3:49 am, sent] Please, Nat, what's going on?

[3:51 am, sent] Hello?

[3:52 am, sent] If you don't answer in the next 2 minutes I'm calling the police.

Clint glanced from his phone to the clock. After three minutes, he stood again and dialed 9-1-1. Putting the phone to his ear, he swallowed hard.

"Hello, 9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a tired voice sounded from his speaker.

"Hi, uh, I think my friend is in trouble," he started pacing again, forcing his voice to sound calm. "I think someone broke into her apartment."

"You think?" they repeated, sounding less than sure.

"I'm sorry, uh," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "She thought me and my friend were pulling a prank on her. But. But we're not! I- and this isn't a prank!- I think she could seriously be in trouble, though. She saw someone in her apartment and now she isn't answering her phone!"

"Alright, sir, please calm down," the voice said steadily. "We'll send someone over to make sure she's okay. Do you know her address?" He stopped abruptly.

"Shit," he murmured out loud. "Err, sorry! I, uh… Shit. Sorry!" he shook his head slightly. "It's…." he tilted his head back and closed his eyes tightly, trying desperately to remember.

"Sir?"

"She lives in that… Avalon Morningside Park building- uh- on Morningside Drive? I think? Apartment 7B!"

"Alright, thank you. Don't worry. We'll send someone down right away. Have a good night, sir." Clint inhaled sharply, glancing at the phone and hanging up.

[3:58 am, sent] I called the police, they should be there soon. Natasha, please, are you okay?

He paced faster, holding his phone tightly in his hand.

Bzzzzzz. Nearly dropping his phone, he quickly opened the message.

[3:58 am, Nat] It keeps calling for me… Whispering my name over and over…

[3:59 am, Nat] "Time's up"