Chapters will be updated every day, starting up from today up to next Monday. Don't forget the reviews. I'm in the need of feeling good, so please, make me feel good.

Oh, and for those who say that Natasha wouldn't act much like this, have a softer side, once you get to watch Captain America: The Winter Soldier, your opinion will change. Trust me, I've watched the movie! xD

Chapter 1: Survival

Song by Muse from The 2nd Law, 2012

Tuesday

Natasha had to admit, there were some things she disliked about Clint. One of them was his inability to stay in one place when she packed for a mission. Over the years she had learned to avoid him. Natasha walked back and forth between the duffel bag and the whole room, deviating from him as he followed her everywhere.

"How many guns do you carry?"

"Enough," she simply told him.

As she moved to get her combat knife and grappling hook, he followed her with his arms crossed over his chest. "And ammo?"

"Got enough to kill a full army."

"Pack some more ammo."

"Clint," Natasha began very calmly, "it's really nice that you worry about me but… it's not the first time I'm going on a mission, ok?"

"I'm just worrying about you. Maybe you should call this one off, you know? You've been sick lately-"

"It's just something I ate that made me ill, but that's not going to keep me from going on the mission."

"God, you're so stubborn!" Clint hissed.

"And you're so maddening!"

She didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out of her mouth but Clint was out of the room before she could say anything else. When she was done packing, she picked up the bag, and walked out, putting the strap over her shoulder. Natasha found him in the living room, looking out the window.

"Sorry about that," she told him. "I didn't mean to be that rude."

"Did you pack the extra ammo?" He asked, turning around. As she looked down, not knowing what to do, he continued, "Just because I'm angry, it doesn't mean I'll stop worrying about you."

"Yes." She spoke in a low voice, "I packed more ammunition." Natasha pulled him close for a long kiss. "I'll be back soon." Before he could ask, Natasha continued, "Don't know when, but soon."

Special thanks to my always faithful beta reader, Florence. This story was going to be dedicated to her, and still is, but now as an apology for the meanie April's Fools prank I played on her. Thank God she's really cool and didn't get angry. She rocks!

All the chapters' titles come from Muse songs.