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DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THE AVENGERS or MARVEL (if I did, then Scarlett and Jeremy would have their own movie together)

Natasha's POV

As soon as soon as we got back from the battle of New York, Clint kept bugging me to see to doctor. Aside from the million cuts and bruises that I had obtained, I told Clint that I was fine. Off course, he had to go all fatherly on me and forced me to agree to him cleaning up my injuries. As soon as we got back to the helicarrier, he dragged me into my room and pulled me into the bathroom. He made me sit on the sink counter as he stood and took out the first-aid kit that was in the compartment of my medicine cabinet.

"Clint, quit it." I growled as Clint tried to clean the blood off my face with a towel. Off course, he didn't listen. I avoided contact with the rag in protest.

"Nat stop." He said annoyed at me.

"You stop." I said mocking his tone. He glared at me and I smirked at his reaction.

"Dammit Nat, I'm trying to help you." He sighed and turned away from me. He stared at the wall for a few seconds. Then, he exploded. He threw the towel so hard at the wall that it made an echoing sound. I expected him to punch the wall, but he just fell to the ground and started rubbing his forehead.

I started to regret rejecting his help. "Clint?" I said in the softest voice because his body language hinted that he was cooling down from his outrage. As soon as he heard my voice, he turned around, stood up while picking up the towel, and faced me.

"I'm sorry." He apologized with the sincerest of faces. Okay, now I really felt bad. "It's just that I don't . . . I mean I can't . . . stand to see you get hurt." He said as he stoked my face with the towel. He was now making eye-contact with me as our faces were only a few inches away from each other. "Nat, I can't tell you how much pain I feel when I see that you're hurt or put in danger. I just think, maybe you should take a break . . . or a leave." He took a step back and stopped wiping my face.

"Clint, being hurt or in danger is part of the job, remember. It's what I signed up for." I tried to reason with him. He bit his lip from protesting and stared at the floor. "Okay, how about this? We . . . have a compromise." He raised his head in acknowledgement towards me.

"A compromise?" he sounded confused.

"Yes, a compromise. It's what couples" He raised his eyebrow. Wow, did I really just call us a couple? "I mean it's what two people who are having a dispute do."

"I'm listening."

"Remember how Fury said that we deserve a break?" He nodded in response. "I'll take a break for no more than a month if you stop worrying about every little thing that happens to me."

"Can I at least finish cleaning you up though?" I nodded and a smile lit up across his face.

He took the towel and continued to wipe my face. After, he cleaned most of the blood off my face, a big cut on the top of my forehead was revealed. Clint searched through the first-aid kit to and found stitching utensils needed to repair the cut. He began working at once. I tried to ignore the pain, because I didn't want him to worry more than I knew that he already was. After he finished with the stitches, he moved down to the cuts and bruises on my body. He ordered me to strip my clothes and wash down my body. After he left the bathroom, I followed his ideas. He checked on me exactly ten minutes later and handed me sweatpants, a tank top and a comfy sweatshirt. After he gave me time to change, he re-entered the bathroom and continued inspection. The only injury he seemed to really worry about was my bruised ribs in which he wrapped in gauze. Then, he finished up by bandaging some of the millions of cuts, bumps, and bruises on my body.

After Clint played doctor, he immediately made me fulfill the other half of my compromise that I agreed to do.

He dragged me to Fury's office.

"Hello, Agent Romanoff, Agent Barton." Fury acknowledged us. "Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Yes, Nick. There actually is something you could do for us." Clint said getting straight to the point. "We are considering your option of us taking leave." Clint continued on as Fury nodded his head, listening. "We just want a month of absence from all the chaos that we have encountered."

"Alright, a leave of absence is well deserved from the two of you. But, may I ask where you two will be staying?"

Dammit, I totally forgot that I had no place to go. SHIELD was my home. "We'll be staying at the Stark Tower." I looked at him confused, but Fury didn't seemed surprised by Clint's choice of destination. "He offered it to me, as well the rest of the Avengers. He said we would each have a floor to ourselves at the tower. He said something about . . . team bonding or whatever."

"It's more than team bonding. I need you guys to become a family." Fury told us. "That's why I instructed Stark to offer up the tower to you guys. I think we can all see that you guys are already co-workers, but I need you to be a team, heck, I need you to be a family. I need you guys to trust each other."

"So is that a 'yes'?" I asked.

"Yup, I knew the rest of the team wouldn't mind staying with Stark, but I needed you to be on board with the idea." Fury said directly to me.

"Why me?"

"Because I knew if you didn't go, then Barton wouldn't go. And you two are the most secretive out of the whole team."

"Well, we'll try to change that . . . I mean with the rest of the Avenger team . . . at Stark Tower." I said still trying to believe that I was going to move in to there.

"Okay, then. Dismissed.", Fury told us authoritatively.

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