Hey you lovely people. I know I said in my last fanfic that I was basically going on hiatus for fan fiction. However, my friend (who is AvengerGal if you want to look up her profile), encouraged me to post this for the Avengers. This is obviously set at the end of the movie.

Once Natasha Romanoff, otherwise known as Black Widow, finished closing the portal and the Hulk rescued Iron Man's metal butt, she raced down the building to try to find the others. Mostly she wanted to make sure Hawkeye was okay, but it was not like she would ever publicly admit that. She spotted him among the other Avengers; he was grimy with sweat and dirt and had a haggard countenance. His eyes met with hers in silent questioning about her welfare. A million words of comfort and understanding were exchanged between the two without a single sound emerging from their lips. Natasha slowly approached Clint and embraced him warmly.

Clint wrapped his muscular arms around Natasha's waist. Natasha pulled away and placed her slender hand against his cheek. His eyes, which would have seemed void of emotion to anyone else, actually had a trace of relief and sincere affection in them. Clint realized that he didn't need to keep holding Natasha in his arms, but frankly he didn't care. It was good enough to know that Natasha was safe and he wasn't under the spell of Loki.

"Is your ledger clean?" asked Clint.

Natasha looked deep into Clint's eyes. A wave of insanity suddenly rushed over her and pushed her forward to make her lips meet his. Perhaps it was the stress of saving the world, the multiple near death experiences, or the unavoidable attraction that had pulled her in since she first saw him that prompted her sudden action. Clint cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her back, meaningfully and eagerly. Natasha slid her hands up from his chest to his broad shoulders. At last she pulled away and smirked mischievously.

"Take that as my answer," she said.

"So you do love me," he said.

"And you love me."

"Okay, seriously guys, that's enough romantic crud for today," said Tony Stark.

Captain America bumped Stark by the shoulder to shush him.

"Don't ruin the moment," murmured the captain.

Natasha grinned; she hadn't realized Steve was such a sweetheart.

"It's okay," she assured. "Let's go to Shawarma's."

"Now you're talking!" exclaimed Stark.

Clint unwound himself from Natasha. Natasha walked beside him, holding tightly to his bicep as if he would try to escape from her grasp. When the other Avengers weren't looking, she leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed. So maybe love wasn't just for children.

So, that's my first BLACKEYE fic. When my friend first said that she loves BLACKEYES, I was thinking, "Aren't those painful?" Man, I'm so lame. Now I know it's Black Widow/Hawkeye. YAY, knowledge is bliss!