Note: I know I have another fanfic I should be working on, but I couldn't resist! This is based on a Black Widow/Hawkeye (Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton) fan art. Only a few chapters. Time frame: a few months before the Avengers Initiative

Natasha knocked on Clint's door. She could hear him thrashing and groaning, gripped in the agony of a nightmare. Natasha sighed and pushed open the door. She carefully removed all of the knives from Clint's nightstand and then tried to wake him up.

'Clint! Clint!' Natasha ducked the punch that was aimed at her. Clint sat bolt upright in bed panting.

'Tasha? Tasha?' he gasped.

Natasha was next to him in an instant 'Shhhhh Clint it's okay. You're okay.'

Clint was shaking as he slowly rested his head on Tasha's shoulder. Natasha slowly stroked Clint's short sandy hair. It was damp with sweat and Natasha could tell that this nightmare had been a bad one.

Clint whispered 'You know what it's like. Everyone you've ever killed…'

'You know that I do. Clint you're burning up' said Natasha worriedly, putting a gentle hand against his forehead.

'No I'm not. I'm just really cold' Clint said, sounding confused.

'Clint, just try to get some sleep, okay? I'll be right back.'

Natasha slid off the bed and waited till Clint lay back down before pulling the covers back over him. She padded out into the hallway and towards Medical. Having spent so much time in that area of the Helicarrier when Clint was injured, Natasha knew where the supply closets were.

She opened one of them and pulled out a thermometer, a washcloth, some fever pills, and some sleeping pills. She padded back to Clint's room and opened the door.

Walking over to the sink in the bathroom, Natasha wet the washcloth and filled a glass with water. Going back into the room she woke Clint up and said 'Hey I need you to swallow this okay?' as she shook out a fever pill. Clint nodded weakly as he propped himself up 'Okay Tasha.'

Clint lay back down again and said 'Tasha, wait don't leave, please.'

'Clint its okay, I'm not leaving.'

Natasha carefully draped the damp washcloth on Clint's forehead, becoming more worried when she heard him sigh in obvious relief. Clint didn't realize that it was possible to feel hot and cold at once. One minute he wanted to kick all of the covers off, the next he wanted another six blankets.

Natasha waited until Clint drifted into sleep to stick the thermometer into his ear. When the thermometer beeped she pulled it out and looked at the screen. It read out 103.2°F. She bit her lip and looked at the clock. It was only three a.m. She sighed, careful not to disturb Clint who was slumped against the pillows his head dropped against her shoulder.

Clint shifted against Natasha and sighed and muttered something in his sleep.

'Natasha no. No, no, no, no please…..' Clint pressed his fingers against the small bullet hole trying to ignore the red stain spreading against the white of Natasha's dress. His fingers were starting to get red and slippery from the amount of blood spilling out from the wound. He watched in horror as Natasha's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed to a slight raspy sound. 'Wait Clint, don't leave me. Please….'

Clint jerked awake, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. 'Tasha!'

'Clint, it's okay. I'm right here!' Natasha said. She watched worried as he swallowed another fever pill and then a sleeping pill. She checked his temperature again.

Probably only two more chapters after this so stay tuned!