It had been three days since Clint had avoided to answer her about what was in his wallet, and Natasha was very curious to know. She had tried to get it out of him a few times after that but he didn't give in. She had tried to flirt, being sulky, even cranky, but Clint didn't tell her anything about it. So finally she decided to wait till he forgets about it and then try to find out herself.

Natasha knew she couldn't get a hand on his wallet when he was out for any work, because he always carried it with him. So she only had a chance when he was tired and asleep after a mission. Because that was the only time his sleep was deep.

So the Widow decided to give it a try today, because Hawkeye had just returned from a tiring solo surveillance mission. And she knew he would directly hit his bed after taking a quick shower. And she was right.

When she tiptoed in his room, she found him spread eagled on his bed. Lying on his stomach, his cheek pressed in his pillow, eyes closed and his mouth open, he looked like a child sleeping peacefully. She chuckled to herself watching childish smile on his face. Don't know who is he dreaming about! Natasha wondered. And why is he not telling me about her? She was anxious to know about it. She wanted to know who was it, or what was it that Clint was hiding in his wallet. She didn't know why, but she wanted to know it. And she was determined to find out today.

Slowly she tiptoed towards the side table beside his bed to check if his wallet was there. But she regretted it instantly as he stirred due to her movement. Of course, he is Hawkeye. He is alert even in his sleep. She smiled at the thought.

'Umm Nat… is that you?', Clint asked sleepily.

'Yes', she replied naturally.

'Huhhh...What are you doing here?', he asked yawning.

'I am searching for my diamond earring, that I might have dropped when I crashed in here after last week's party', she replied in a matter of fact tone. She hated lying to him, so she try to avoid it most of the time. And hence she already chose a true reason to come to his room.

'Why? You have so many earrings…', he asked turning his head so that his other cheek was pressed in the pillow. He opened his eyes slightly to look at her face.

'Fury assigned me an intel collection mission for tomorrow, and those earrings go perfectly on my dress. No other will do…. I have to look perfect. Have to lure the target after all', Natasha replied with a smirk.

'Huhhh', he yawned and smirked back at her sleepily. 'You always look perfect sweetheart..', he said with a lopsided grin. She shook her head with a smirk.

'Your yawn tells me that you are very tired… So stop flirting an go back to sleep Hawkeye', she leaned forward and ran a hand in his hairs. He closed his eyes in contentedness and a peaceful smile spread across his lips.

'Hmm.. okay…. Check under the bed too, might be there', Clint said as she continued to caress his head.

'Sure Clint', she replied and made sure that he was asleep before taking her hand back.

Gently Natasha walked towards his cupboard and opened it noiselessly. She scanned the cupboard once and thankfully she didn't have to rummage in it to find the wallet. There it was sitting on the top shelf over Clint's Shield uniform. Her face lit up on seeing it there. She quickly grabbed it and opened it impatiently.

And Natasha froze looking at the picture inside it. Her excitement turned into astonishment. She couldn't believe what she saw. She was looking at her own photo in his wallet. But why? Why does he have my photo in his wallet? Sure there was a picture of him and her on his bedside table. It was clicked by their handler Coulson after one of their successful missions in Prague. They were both laughing at remembering the look on their target's face after he got to know that they were Shield agents. It was a beautiful picture that showed their friendship, so they both have one in their room. But why did he have her photo in his wallet? This is different. What does this mean? Does it mean that he.. Loves me? Or is it just because we are friends? And if it is love, how long had he felt this way? And why hadn't he said anything?

Natasha knew he hadn't spoken or voiced about his feelings because of several reasons. One, that they will not let anything come between their work. They were partners and the best team on Shield, and they could not risk it for anything. Two, because she stays away from feelings and love. And Three, because he might be afraid if she will reciprocate his feelings or not.

But as much as she denied, she was not an alien to feelings and emotions. Specially towards him. True, she had hardened herself and her heart to ignore the softer human emotions by years of practice. But that doesn't mean that she does not feel. And she knew that she had been attracted towards Clint in their initial days as partners. But she had learned to control herself so as not to risk their partnership. So she did not know if that attraction could have been turned into something deeper or not.

But after watching her picture in his wallet, the questions were making her mind feel dizzy with confusion. Is it possible that he feels something more than attraction towards her? Is it possible that he loves me? And how can he love someone like me? Someone so distorted and broken by her past? How can he love someone with so much red on her ledger? Or may be he doesn't and I am just over thinking! Maybe he kept my photo just as friend, we are best friends after all!

"But what if he does love you Natasha? Don't you want to know? Don't you too feel a bit that way?", her conscience voiced out.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She then opened her eyes with a determination to find out about his and her own feelings too. From tomorrow she will begin her personal mission of knowing about Hawkeye's feelings towards the Widow. She closed his wallet, placed it back where it was and started to leave from his room.

'Have you found it Nat?', Clint's sleepy voice asked. He must have sensed her leaving footsteps.

'No, I must have dropped it somewhere else in the tower. Guess I will have to ask Jarvis to run a scan for it', Natasha replied.

'Ok… Good night Tasha', he said and buried his head in the pillows again.

'Night Clint', she replied with a small smile and left from there.

Author's Note: Okay, so I haven't proof read this, and wrote it in a hurry. So I am not sure how it really turned out. But I hope you will enjoye reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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