This will contain POV's of Natasha and the new girl :)

Natasha POV

"Hey, wait up." I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, making me feel at ease.

"Come on Clint. It's not everyday that a new person with powers turns up! Hurry up."

"Sorry" he replied as he caught up with me in the corridor. "So...who is she?"

"All I know is that she is female, 24 years of age and has an advanced form of telekinesis. Mind reading, putting images into peoples heads, manipulation of objects and..." I looked up at him, damn my height, and said quietly, "see people's pasts."

He pressed his lips into a firm line, formulating a response, and then released them.

"Nat, it'll all be okay. I won't let her harm you."

I raised my eyebrows. "You might not be able to stop her. And I don't need your protection." I snapped back at him.

"I'll always try my best to protect you anyway and think of me as a back-up."

"I don't need back-up. I'm the Black Widow. My name implies alone."

"That's not your name..." He said getting angrier. "It's Natasha..." It seemed to pain him that I referred to myself as the Black Widow.

"We're going to be late. Let's go and get the girl." I said, my voice void of emotion. He did a small nod, but looked quite upset about the situation. We walked into the living room where all the Avengers were suited up, apart from Banner, of course. He was staying at the tower giving us surveillance information as we tracked the girl.

"Finally!" Stark shouted. "I can guess what you two lovebirds were up to that made you so late." he said with a knowing smirk. I snapped my head around to him and threw a knife into his suit. I pinpointed one of the areas where his arm joined his shoulder and the arm section detached, falling on the floor along with the knife.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" he exclaimed.

"Don't call us that." I said strutting passed them, over to the lift.

"So what should I call you two then?"

"Black Widow and Hawkeye." Clint replied. I think he caught onto the fact that we didn't want to be branded as a couple. We were only partners. Only partners. Unfortunately. Wait, what do you mean unfortunately?

"Well, I always thought Clintasha would be appropriate as a shipping name."

Thor looked at Tony confused. "What is this 'shipping name' you speak of?"

"You don't wanna know buddy." Clint said, hitting Thor's shoulder before Tony could explain.

The lift opened and there was a helicopter waiting for us. Steve got out of the lift first and opened the door. "Ladies first." he said, gesturing for me to go in first. Such a gentleman. I stepped up onto the platform ready to put my foot on the helicopter, but Clint pushed past me laughing and got in first knocking me out of the way. It wasn't until I felt a hand grabbing my wrist that I noticed I was falling backwards. Clint's hand.

He stopped me halfway on my way to the floor and put his other arm around my back. I looked up at him and only just realized how close our faces were. I could have gotten out of his grip if I wanted to, but I didn't. He just stood there, looking into my eyes, as I stared back into his. I felt my heart rate increase and the rate of breathing. Why was I affected so much by this?

A cough from Rogers brought us out of our intense staring contest. Clint brought me up to a standing position and mumbled an apology.

I said "It's alright."

He shook his head slightly and whispered, so only I could hear, "No...it's not." and then went onto the copter.

Stark raised his eyebrows at me and I just rolled my eyes.

Once we arrived at our location, we got out and surveyed the area. It was a small town, which had been evacuated due to the anarchy this girl has caused. Some of the building were destroyed quite badly.

"Banner, where is she?" Steve asked into the comms.

"The last camera reading of her was in the barn on your right hand side." his voice replied.

Steve turned around to the rest of us. "Tony and me are going to look around to see which civilians are still here. Barton and Romanoff, you're going to do your best to take her down by talking. Do not fight her unless she fights first. Persuade her that you understand and to come with you. If they need assistance, Thor you will restrain her by putting the hammer on her, restricting her movement. Understood?"

We all nodded and Stark punched his fist in the air saying "Go team!"

We ignored him, went to our positions and prepared. Thor was at the back of the warehouse, ready if we called him to us, and I put my hand on the door handle of the warehouse. I looked up at Barton. "Ready?"

He smiled and repeated "Ready."

I opened the door quickly and instantly help up my gun. The room was basically empty apart from a few boxes around the edges. I shuffled into the room silently and noticed a girl, sitting down with her back to me. Barton was close behind me, his gun up also, checking the room. It felt better with him next to me in battle. I felt more relaxed.

I edged closer to the girl and said "Hello?"

She flinched when I spoke, but then got up slowly and turned around. The girl was beautiful. Short blonde wavy hair and blue eyes. She reminded me of a female version of Steve. Even though she had beautiful features, she had tear stains down her cheeks and a sad expression.

"Hello." she replied quite quietly.

We lowered our guns, to show that we didn't mean any harm, and put them into our holsters. "My name is the Black Widow and this is Hawkeye. We don't mean you harm. Do you want to tell us what the matter is?"

She took a deep breath and said "My dad. I've lost them. He's left me here."

"Where is he?" Even though she was 24 years old, she seemed a bit lost, like she was having some kind of flashback to her younger years.

"Where did you lose him? Maybe we can help you find him?" Clint asked.

"He's...he's dead." she replied. Me and Clint looked at each other.

Shit.

"Look, we can help you...okay? We can help you get better." I said.

She shook her head saying "No, I'm a freak. I don't...I don't deserve a life." She reminded me of a younger version of myself. I thought this was what my life was like. Pointless. Until Barton found me and made me better.

"Everyone deserves a life. No matter how bad their past has been." Clint said, glancing quickly at me, meaning more in his words.

Clint tries to persuade me to get rid of my red ledger, but I can't. I just can't. I could see that the girl was concentrating very hard on looking at Clint. What was she doing? She snapped out of her laser gaze and said "You don't understand." sounding a bit angrier than before.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you DON'T! Just leave me alone." She was getting very angry.

"We can help you."

"JUST GO!" she said shouting at the end and pushing her hands forward towards Clint. A red energy went towards him and swirled in his eyes.

I brought my gun up to her chest and said "Stop! Stop it!"

"NATASHA! PLEASE! DON'T BE!" Clint screamed shutting his eyes tight and falling onto his knees. "NO!" he shouted still trapped in some kind of nightmare. He held his head in his hands and whispered "Please...I can't live without her." His body was shaking with sobs. What was she doing to him?

I gripped the gun tighter, but I couldn't shoot her. She could be of use to the Avengers.

"Please...stop this."

She turned her head to me and gave me the look she gave Clint earlier. God, he's all I have. I thought. Her expression changed to that of sadness, almost as if she felt sorry for me, but I didn't know why she would. She slowly lowered her hands, withdrawing the energy, but was shot backwards by a hammer hitting her stomach and securing her onto the floor.

The force of the hammer knocked her out and Thor flew over to her to check her pulse.

"What the hell Thor?" I shouted as I ran over to check on Clint.

"I heard shouting and decided to take action, Lady Natasha."

I shook my head and knelt beside Clint who was on the floor, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Clint, are you alright?" I asked, placing my hands on his cheeks.

"Tasha?" he said, as I wiped his tears away. "You're alive?" he said, sounding relieved, and smiling.

I nodded. "Of course, I'm alive. Why wouldn't I be?"

"She...she showed me...she..." It was obvious that he was struggling to produce a sentence so I stopped him and said "I'm here with you okay!" I put my arms around him and help him tight.

"You're okay. You're okay." He kept repeating those words like a mantra.

"Clint," I said, pulling his head away, "Stop panicking. I am perfectly fine." I pressed me forehead against his and breathed out, shutting my eyes. I've never been this close with him. Metaphorically and physically. Feeling that I was getting a bit too close with him, I pulled my head away and help him stand up.

Rogers and Stark came in through the doors. Everyone has been evacuated." Steve said cheerfully, but then turned to Clint and his expression fell. "What happened Hawkeye?"

Clint turned to me and then back to the others. "The girl...she put images in my head. They weren't exactly pretty." he said solemnly.

"Are you okay to move?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Lets just get her out of here." he replied, gesturing to the girl with his head.

Steve nodded and went to help Thor, not that he really needed any help. He had muscles that made him look like he was on super steroids.

I had one last look at Clint.

What did he show her?

So this is the first chapter! I hope that you liked it :) x