This is my first time trying Clint x Natasha so I hope it is not to ooc, these two just give me alot of fells. Enjoy.

She was an assassin; she did not heal people she killed them. Her hands her not made to delicately wrap a bandage round a bleeding wound, they were made to pull on a gun. Her eyes were not made to see the source of pain so she could fix it, they were made to spot out were would be the best source pain to take a target down. And her mouth was not made to speak comforting words to give a person hope, her mouth was made to speak words that manipulate and twisted a person's will to her own. She was not a healer, she is an assassin.

Yet when she walked into his room and saw him sitting there back hunched covered in bruises and cuts she wished she could heal. Because that's what he did do, when she was broken and battered he would be there to help her heal. Because that is what partners do. She wasn't him though and she couldn't heal him, so instead she sat next him on his bed and placed her head in between his neck a shoulder and whispered against his skin "My hands can't heal." It wasn't comforting, it wasn't intimate, it wasn't a confession of love, it was the plain and simple truth she was no healer. They sat there for what like hour no one said a thing, the silence stretched on till it became too much. "I don't need healing Tash I need you."

Please please review!