I love the fact that Clint and Natasha know each other so well.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my opinion that they should've gotten or should get a 'Budapest' movie. I mean come on!

Dripping, oozing, gushing. It was everywhere. Bright red was consuming her. She looked in the mirror that appeared in front of her and saw her hair become the sickly color. It spread down her body and pooled under her feet. Around her images came and went, fleeting yet lasting a lifetime. She heard gun shots and screams. Her vision turned red.

"AAHHH!" Natasha yells, waking up from her nightmare, the same one she's had for weeks. She sits up, breathing hard. 'It's gone, it's gone.' She looks at the blood on her fingernails. 'Is it?' She looks at her arms and winces from the sight of the marks.

"Tasha?" Someone asks from the hallway. Natasha gets up, throwing a thin robe over her black nightgown. She walks to her balcony at Avenger Mansion. "Tasha?" Clint opens her door and sees her staring at the stars. He walks up and stands at the railing a foot away from her. After a minute, he looks at her.

Natasha Romanoff, the assassin turned S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who never showed signs of weakness, was crying. The glistening tears fell onto the stone rail after rolling down her cheeks. They pooled onto and fell down to the rocks below. Clint knows she's on her highest alert when she's quiet. So to break it, she needs to talk.

"You okay?" It was a stupid question, but a good conversation starter. She looks at him from the corner of her eye because she didn't know he was there and doesn't want him to know that. She takes a small sniff and tries to wipe the tears away.

"I had a nightmare, again." She tells him, trying to be strong. She looks at him as he nods knowingly. Clint has understood Natasha for a long time. She is the same for the guy that simply put a pair of cotton pants over his boxers when he woke up. He would have forgotten, but he thought of her.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?" he asks. She shakes her head and looks up. He follows her gaze to the lit sky. "Pretty." he comments, holding the 'just like you' in his throat.

"Yeah," she replies, "I can't believe," Clint scoots over a half a foot. She doesn't see. "That something so bright can be seen from so far away." Natasha feels Clint's warmth right next to her. She leans in his direction and lays her head on his well toned shoulder. 'Because I'm cold.' She decides. He wraps his arm around her.

"It won't define you, Tasha." He whispers in her hair.

"I have red in my ledger. Too much. Nothing can erase it. Everyone still sees it when they look at me." She admits. Clint chuckles.

"Not everyone. The only red I see is your hair."

"Then I've fooled you the most."

"Or," Clint lightly kisses her fiery hair. "I know you the best." He turns her and pulls her into an embrace. She crumbles to his touch. 'Because I'm exhausted and shaken from my dream.' She reminds herself. Clint continues while looking in her eyes, "I'm the only one to see you like this. I know you are more delicate than you seem." She rests her head on her hands, her hands open palmed on his chest.

"You know I trust you with my life, right?" She asks. He nods, smiling slightly.

"Just as I do with you, Tasha."

"But I have red in-"

"So do I. I'm sure Cap has some red on his hands."

"But I have more than you." She says, sounding more like a child every second.

"So? I don't care. Your past is behind you."

"You saved me from it." She admits. They sand there for a few moments. Clint holds her close and Natasha presses her cheek to his front. "My hero." More comforting silence. "Thank you for reminding me."

"Anytime." They stay there. Not because they didn't know what to say. They each know the other better than the other knew. They just don't want to move. Each with their own reasons.

"Do you remember watching Catching Fire?" Clint asks. Natasha nods. "Katniss had nightmares after her first Hunger Games. But Peeta stayed with her and warded them away." Natasha remembered that part of the movie well. 'Peeta also had nightmares,' she notes.

"So?" She asks softly.

"Do you want me to stay?" Whatever it was about, Clint had nightmares. 'Loki's brainwashing' Natasha realizes, 'That's what.'

"Yes."

Aww! How cute, right? Clint knows he has feelings for her, but Natasha refuses to admit she does.

Okay, so about the movie. I honestly think they should have a Marvel made movie on 'what happened in Budapest.' I've seen enough fan-made ones (which,by the way, weren't too bad.) and want to see the real deal. Who's with me!?