Hey peoples. Guess what? This is the last chapter! Ha! Sorry for taking so long, this is pretty much the longest chapter I've ever written and it took me forever to write. But here it is! I really hope you enjoy it! As always, please review, tell me how you think I did with this story!

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She was in the forest, sprinting, running for her life once again. The leaves and twigs, brushing past her, leaving little cuts across her face and neck, the only part of her body not covered in her leather suit. She looked up, seeing the sun starting to set in the sky, tinting the sky orange and pink. Soon, the leaves swirling in the wind made her dizzy as she looked up, so she kept her eyes to the ground, focusing on putting one foot ahead of the other. She couldn't count the amount of times she was in this situation. Running, people wanting to kill her not far behind. But, for the first time she was stuck in this, she had a partner. She'd never worked with someone else before. She would've never even dreamed of it. She was the Black Widow, and she worked alone.

But here she was. Clint was with her, at the beginning. It wasn't an easy mission, but no harder than any other thing they've faced. They came in on the Quinjet, taking orders from their handler, Coulson, through the computer. Their mission, to hijack a HYDRA base, and steal information using a specially made hard drive. Natasha was the one holding the hard drive, she was supposed to sneak in. Clint? He was the distraction, making as much trouble as he wanted. Clint thrived in that. Watching him set off arrow after arrow with explosives, an evil grin on his face, Natasha almost smiled.

It had gone perfectly. Clint's distraction were enough to keep on the agents on him, letting Natasha sneak in a grab all the information. The next and last part of the plan, was to leave a bomb, massive enough to blow up the entire base, and talking all the HYDRA agents with it. Natasha and Clint would be out of the building, and hopefully a safe distance away. But that's where it went wrong. As Natasha ran out of the computer room, the explosions had stopped. Clint was gone, and the hallway was empty, except for the bodies that lay there, dead. Natasha panicked for a second, checking the faces quickly, making sure it wasn't her partner.

Taking a quick sigh of relief when none of them were, she ran down the hallway, twisting and turning against the sharp corners, moving faster and faster, searching for Clint. She was worried, but not overwhelmed with it. He had been in difficult situations before, some more than normal human beings could be but through. Which is why Natasha admired him. She was a machine. Trained to do what she is told, to feel nothing, ever. He wasn't. He had been hardened over the years, but he was still human. The incredible things he down, the tortures he gone through, amazed Natasha.

Nevertheless, she needed to find him. No man behind was a new topic for her, but she was going to follow it. She sprinted up to a big tree, and stood behind it, pressing up against the rough bark. She needed to take out those agents. Moving like a cat, she climbed up the tree with ease, and rested on the branch, holding a gun in each hand. Six HYDRA agents sped past her tree, and six shots later, each agent lay dead.

She jumped out of the tree, landing on her feet and rolling, before running closer to the massive brick building that lay ahead.

Coulson told them which building was the base, and they blew that up. They didn't realize there was a second building. But Natasha theorized that was where Barton was being held. Seeing no other HYDRA agents around, she made the final stretch, and stood against the side of the building. After pausing to take a breath, she moved around the corner to find the door. She saw it, but it was inches of steel and bolts.

She looked for another opening, and found a broken window about two stories above her. She pulled out a specially made gun, and shot a grappling hook into the window, hooking it into the broken glass and wood. She pulled the rope a couple times to make sure it holds. In one swift movement, she ran and jumped up the side of the wall, moving quickly up the rope. As she got nearer to the top, the rope started to shift against the broken glass and wood.

As she reached the top, the rope and grappling hook fell out from it's spot, and Natasha made one last jump to reach the top of the window, gripping the ledge with one hand. She sucked in a quick breath as the piece of glass she used to pull herself up cut her hand. She carefully placed her other hand in a clear spot, and pulled herself up and through the window.

Once she was in the brick building, she clutched her wrist as stared at her hand. A thick red line crossed her palm, and blood started to pool around it. She tried to wipe a little of the blood away, but she hissed when she touched it. It stung like the devil. Luckily, she found a cleaning cloth on a crate next to her. She grimaced as she wrapped it around her hand. It wouldn't be the cleanest thing, but it would work.

After she fastened it on, she kept low, and started scanning the area. She was on a high platform, and below her was a straight drop all the way to the bottom. At the bottom, were two doors, both padlocked with a keypad.

Natasha took a deep breath, and moved towards her right. There was a set of spiral stairs leading down to the bottom, so as quietly as she could, she moved down them. Her wedge high-heeled boots barely making a sound on the metal.

Suddenly, a door slammed open from somewhere, and three guards entered the building. Natasha froze on the stairs, not daring to even breath. They walked towards the door on the left, and the first guard punched a code into the machine. Natasha cheered inside her head. From her spot on the stairs, she could just barely see the code.

1971. A year, easy to guess. Years were the first thing people turned to when it came to number codes. When the rest of the guards made it through the door, and it hissed shut, Natasha ran down the steps. She punched in the code, and the door swung open. She hoped he was in this hallway, because she didn't know the code to the other door.

She moved swiftly down the hall, silently following the guards that had just entered, but also checking in every window. The hallway didn't ease her nerves whatsoever. They all seemed to be testing rooms, a subject hooked up to tubes and wires and other dangerous contraptions.

Natasha prayed that Clint wasn't hooked up to one of those machine. She sprinted down the hallway, moving faster and faster, eyes moving as fast as could. The guards in front of her came in front of another door, so she snuck up right behind them, walking in the door before it shut on her.

Without making a sound, Natasha moved up behind the guards, and in one swift movement, broke each of their necks without even noticing. Spying the cameras placed in the hallway, she quickly donned on the bulletproof vest and helmet from one of the guards.

Not having to hide in the shadows anymore, she walked briskly down the hall, reaching the windowed area in a matter of seconds. She pressed her hands up against the window and gave a small gasp. Clint was in the back, hands tied up above his head, setup almost how Scarlotti had him. More HYDRA agents surrounded him, punching and beating him with their fists, guns, whatever they had on them.

Natasha looked closer in the window, and the beating had seemed to have been happening for a lot of time. He didn't fight back when he was hit, he hung there limply, taking all the hits. Natasha couldn't move, stared stock still at the sight, even when one of the guards pulled out a knife. Her mind was telling her to move! Go help Clint! The HYDRA agent seemed to ask something, and Clint didn't reply.

The HYDRA agent who seemed to be in charge nodded, and the one with the knife stabbed Clint in the leg, right in his left thigh. Natasha hoped they didn't nick any major arteries. Clint jerked against the movement, but his lips remained shut. Natasha almost smiled, knowing Clint was handling this. She needed to move, needed to get him out, but her body wouldn't let her. Madame B's voice was in her head, telling her to leave. Leave her partner, get out of the building, destroy everything. Be invisible. You have no place in the world.

Natasha watched as the thought flew through her brain, rendering herself useless. Then, the guard who had stabbed Clint walked over and grabbed the knife. Natasha thought he would pull it out and stab somewhere else. But instead, he twisted it, causing Clint to cry out. It was unearthly, a sound Natasha had never heard before. Clint had gotten hurt, he had cried out in pain before, yes, but it was nothing like this.

Something in Natasha snapped, and she was moving, moving at the speed of light. She flung open the door, grabbing the attention of all of the guards.

"It's the Black Widow!" One of the agents cried out. His hand flew to the gun at his head, but the movement proved useless. Natasha had already drawn her gun and shot three rounds into the guard's chest.

"Shoot him!" The commanding HYDRA agent shouted, trying to kill their captive before the Black Widow could stop it. HYDRA had heard about the famous duo, The Black Widow and Hawkeye were the best assassins ever heard of, even though they had only been working together for about a year.

Natasha took two more shots, each one hitting two of the guards. She didn't shoot the commanding officer, although. She knocked the gun out of his hand, sending it skittering across the floor. He stared at it helplessly, and looked back at Natasha with terror in his eyes. Natasha breathed through her teeth, not from being out of breath, but from the unbridled angers bubbling out of her.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Natasha spat out every word, slapping the command officer across the face with the gun each time. The officers kept moving backwards, until he tripped over the body of one of his fallen comrades. Natasha easily picked him back up and shoved him up against the wall, his feet barely touching the ground.

"J-just what I was told to, t-they told me to get out the information he had." The scared officer stammered out, choking slightly from Natasha's grip on his collar.

"What did he say?" Natasha, taking a gun from her holster and pressed it underneath his chin.

"N-nothing, nothing, I swear! We couldn't break him." The officers eyes were frantic, moving wildly all over the room. He landed on something it the room, but Natasha wasn't concerned about it

Natasha smiled an almost evil smile, smirking through her rage. "Good. Then you lost."

The officer looked scared for a moment, but then laughed. It was a giggle for a moment, before it was a full blown laugh. Natasha stared at him, until the laughed died down. "If you think we've lost, you're crazy." Suddenly, two shots rang out from behind her, and Natasha whipped around. One of the guards she had shot wasn't dead, and he had fired two rounds into Clint. Natasha shot that guard in the head, and turned back to the officer. The officer smiled, and snapped his jaw. Natasha jumped back, and the officer slumped to the floor, white foam bubbling out of his mouth.

'Cyanide.' Natasha thought with disgust. She ran over to Clint, pulling a knife out of her belt, and cut the rope holding him to the ceiling. Clint didn't move at all, didn't make any noise, nothing at all. That worried Natasha.

Natasha laid Clint down gently, and placed her fingers at his neck, checking for a pulse. Thankfully, there was one, weak and erratic, but there. Quickly she placed two fingers up to her ear, pressing her comm.

"Coulson, we need medevac here, stat. Barton's down." Natasha said frantically, pulling cloth from the HYDRA agents to stop the blood.

"Copy that, Romanoff," Coulson replied statically, voiced breaking in and out of the comm. "ETA about 10 minutes, hold on."

"I don't know if he had 10 minutes." Natasha said to herself. She made a tourniquet out of some of the cloth and fashioned it around his leg. That would stop the bleeding for now. Her main concern for right now was the bullet wounds. One was in the lower half of his chest, near his right kidney. Natasha looked at it didn't seem to hit any major arteries. But the other one was on the left side, and it was in the area of the left lung. She could tell blood was filling the lung but the liquid-sounding coughs coming from Clint, and the little blood that was spit up every time.

"Barton. You need to wake up. Please. You are not dying on me, you jerk." Natasha said, trying to get Clint to wake up. Soon, his eyelids started to flutter, and they squinted against the light.

"Tasha?" He croaked out. It was followed by a nasty coughing fit, where Clint squeezed his eyes as tight as they could go.

"Right here, Barton. Coulson and medics are on their way, you need to stay with me." Natasha said, pressing down on the bullet wounds with as much pressure needed to keep the blood from coming out.

"What happened?" Clint forced out, teeth grinding through the pain.

Natasha sighed. "You were caught by HYDRA, hung up here for god knows how long, tortured, stabbed in the leg, then shot twice." She took a deep breath. "How bad?" She asked.

Coulson had created a thing for Clint and Natasha, a scale on the pain. 1 out of 10, one being almost nothing, and ten being the worst pain ever felt. Clint sucked in a breath. "Probably about an eight." He groaned and leaned his head back, hands clenching into fists.

Natasha was overwhelmed with an emotion she had never really felt before, sympathy. "Clint, I know, it hurts, but you have to hold on." Tears pricked her eyes. Clint was the only person she trusted, she didn't even trust herself. He had brought her out of the worst place, and brought her to SHIELD, where she was able to start over. He had given her a second chance, and she owed him. He could not die on her, Natasha wouldn't allow it.

She lifted her hands up from pressing on the wounds to switch the now-bloodstained cloth with a clean one. Natasha noticed her hands were shaking, and for the first time she was scared. Clint saw her hands shaking as well, so he tried to lighten the mood.

"Hey, well, at least next time, I might just be immune to bullets." He cracked, smirking a tiny bit. His smiled faded away when he felt another massive cough come up, racking his hold body. His eyes rolled back into his head and shut.

"No. Clint, wake up, you need to stay awake!" Natasha yelled, slapping his face, desperately trying to get him to wake up. Tears streamed down her face, another rare thing to happen. Clint sucked in a deep breath, and his chest fell still. A line of blood dripped out of his mouth, and his body fell limp in Natasha's arms.

"No." She whispered, not willing to believe it.

"Clint."

"CLINT!"

She pressed her fingers up against his neck, searching for a pulse. She pressed harder.

There was nothing.

Natasha let out an anguished scream, from every part of her body, rage, sadness, all emotions let out in a second moment, the scream, seemed to last for an eternity.

Natasha sat up sharply, shaking and shivering in her bed. She had the covers pulled up to her chest, searching around the room.

'It was just a nightmare.' Natasha told herself. But it had felt so real. The emotions, all of it felt so real. She knew what she needed to do.

Throwing on some pants and a too-big sweatshirt she had stolen from Clint's closet, she moved to the door five rooms down from hers, Clint's room. Quietly she knocked, and a second later Clint appeared at the door, sleepy, leaning against the door frame.

When he saw Natasha, he immediately stood up. "Natasha? Are you alright." Natasha debated her answers for a moment before shaking her head.

"Alright, come on in." He said, holding the door open for her. She walked in and he shut it behind her. He walked over to the kitchen. "Do you want some coffee or something-" He started to ask, but was cut off as Natasha just walked over and hugged Clint.

She clung to him, holding him as tightly as she could, silently crying into his shoulder. Clint was surprised at first, but soon wrapped his arms around Natasha, and they stood there.

"That bad, huh?" Clint said after a couple minutes of this. Natasha didn't reply, just nodded into his shirt. "Let's move over here, yeah? Then you can get some sleep." Slowly, they moved over to his couch, and they sat there, Natasha holding to Clint, leaning up against him, able to breath easy now. She smiled and leaned up closer against him, feeling safer than she ever had before.

So, I'm kinda sad actually. This was my first story on here, and I actually finished it. So that's good and bad, I guess.

Ok, back to business. I really hope you liked this story, and just because I really like Clintasha, they are my OTP, I'm going to make a sequel. I haven't gotten any real ideas yet, so if you have one, please review, I will definitely put it in my story!

So ya. I loved writing this story, this was-in my opinion-my bet story, so I hope you liked it. Please review and tell me how I did, it makes me feel so good.

So I'm signing off, I'll see you with my next story!

Stay awesome, love Avengers, and be hilarious!

-avengersashley