A/N: Yup, another fic based off of a song. And it's another Clintasha. This one is just a quick oneshot- I tend to write one or two in between longer fics just relax my brain a bit. Hope you enjoy!

I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

I'm lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday

Lucky -Jason Mraz

When Natasha Romanoff stepped out of the gym with her partner Clint, her only thought was on showering. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her hair was stringy and she just felt disgusting. A shower would do her wonders and she couldn't wait to get back to her room to turn on the hot water.

"Nice work today," Agent Barton commented, jerking the redhead from her thoughts. She smiled her thanks and nodded.

"Yeah, same to you. It was a tedious four hours, but we got some good training in." The woman swung her sweat towel over her shoulder and strolled down the hall, still quite adamant on having her shower. Clint wiped his forehead on his towel, which was slung around his neck, and bumped her with his shoulder.

"Think I could use your shower, Tasha? Mine's out of order." Natasha's shoulders sagged slightly and she sighed quietly through her nose. Looks like her hopes of a quick, refreshing shower were now crushed.

"Of course. But what happened to yours, exactly?" She watched a shadow fall over the man's face and he wiped his forehead again.

"Funny story, actually. Stark went out with his suit for a training exercise and you know how that man gets with his suit. He ended up flying into the side of the building and damaging the plumbing on my floor." Natasha hummed in response as she approached the elevator and hit the up arrow. The door slid open seconds later and the two agents stepped inside. The button for the fifteenth floor of the tower was pushed and the elevator shot upwards. The pair stood in silence, Natasha inwardly mourning the loss of her hope for a shower, while also cursing Tony Stark for taking out the plumbing. There was a sudden 'ding!' as the elevator arrived at their floor and the doors opened. Directly across the hall was Natasha's room, so she quickly crossed the carpeted floor and unlocked her door.

"Thanks for letting me shower here. I don't know what I would have done otherwise. I might have gone back to the gym to use their showers, but the other agents sure do make a mess of those things." Barton grimaced at the thought of using the public showers at the gym as he entered the woman's room. He made a beeline to her bathroom and shut the door with a soft click.

Natasha exhaled loudly as she flopped down on her couch, ignoring the fact that she was getting sweat on the fabric. She didn't bother turning on the TV since there was nothing on but the news and that always seemed to depress her. Instead, she reached behind her head and grabbed a book off of the side table. As she opened the front cover, she heard the water in the bathroom turn on and, moments later, the lever being pulled for the showerhead to come on. The redhead quietly hoped for Clint to be one to take a fast shower. She focused back on her book and began to read the prologue. She was already bored with it. She'd never been much of a reader unless it was just to fill up empty time. Now was a prime example. But nevertheless, she turned to the next page, determined to read as long as it took for her friend to finish showering. As she was about to start on the next paragraph, a noise caught her attention. It was soft and pleasing to the ear and it caused Natasha to furrow her brow in concentration. Was that…singing?

Yes, that was definitely singing, and it appeared to be coming from behind the bathroom door. The noise was hushed by the sound of running water, just enough to cover the lyrics, but the rhythm was still clear. Natasha sat upright and stood, listening intently. She had never known that Hawkeye could sing. And, by the sound of it, he seemed to be rather talented. She tiptoed over to the door and carefully pressed her ear against the door. Clint wasn't singing very loud, so the lyrics were still unclear, but the tune was now a bit easier to hear. Natasha unconsciously began to smile softly, comforted by the sounds of the man's voice. He really did have a nice voice and she questioned why she had never asked if he sang before. She made a mental note to ask him in the future and to never mention hearing him in the shower. Ever.

Natasha heard the water shut off and she cursed the fact that Clint was a fast bather, even though she would have thought the opposite moments before. Thankfully, he continued to sing, although he hushed his voice a bit due to the water not masking it. The lyrics were now easily heard and the woman couldn't help but turn the corner of his lips up in a smirk by his choice.

"And so I'm sailing through the sea, to an island where we'll meet, you'll hear the music fill the air, I'll put a flower in your hair."

Jason Mraz, huh? Natasha thought. Now that the shower wasn't running, she could fully hear Clint's voice and she realized just how talented he was. His voice was naturally smooth and easy to listen to and she wished she could record this and save it forever. Barton's singing stopped a moment as the sounds of him toweling off his hair was heard and Natasha had a hurried thought about backing away from the door and returning to her couch to pretend to read. That was quickly abandoned as the man continued singing on the other side of the door.

"Through the breezes through the trees, move so pretty, you're all I see. As the world keeps spinning 'round, you hold me right here, right now."

The sound of more towel-drying made its way to the redhead's ears as she persistently kept her ear pressed against the door. She once again had the thought to back away, but she ignored it as Clint continued to sing.

"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend, lucky to have been where I have been, lucky to be coming home again."

Then, the door swung open and Natasha toppled forward with a surprised yelp into Clint's bare chest. The man jumped and instinctively caught the woman before she fell on the tile. She looked up sheepishly at the freshly-showered man and he was smirking down at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Have you been eavesdropping?" Natasha swore she saw a trace of embarrassment on Barton's face, even though she should be the one feeling embarrassed, which she was. Clint steadied her and she pulled nervously at the hem of her shirt and coughed awkwardly before smiling at him.

"Um, yes, you have a very lovely voice." Well that was lame, the redhead thought. Her friend laughed and looked down at his sweaty shorts, which he had put back on as a result of not bringing any spare clothes.

"Thanks, Tasha…You know the song? It's one of my favorites to sing in the shower..." He nervously pulled a hand through his damp hair. "It kind of relates to me." Natasha blinked and her mind analyzed the lyrics to the song. Her eyes grew slightly wider, but she attempted to hide her understanding.

"You could…finish the song, if you want." Clint shook his head and slid past Natasha to sit on the couch. He leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

"I never do. It's the one verse I never sing." Natasha stared at him in confusion before running the final verse through her head a few times. She left the doorway of the bathroom to sit down next to Barton and she turned to him slowly.

"You should finish it," she insisted. Clint turned to her and stared blankly into her eyes for a few moments before quietly, hesitantly, finishing the song.

"I'm lucky we're in love in every way, lucky to have stayed where we have stayed, lucky to be coming home someday…" The man trailed off and he shifted his eyes to stare elsewhere.

"It's the 'we're' isn't it?" the redhead asked, breaking the silence. Her partner nodded slowly and she placed a finger under his chin. She turned his head to face her and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"You are lucky."

A/N: Reviews are always appreciated! I'll hopefully be writing a longer fanfic in the future. xx -rakei