MiyukiGainsborough: This is so late! D: I promised forevers ago that I would write this fic but with all the stuff going on at home I haven't been able to. Here is chapter one finally!

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Clint knew as well as anyone else that Natasha almost never made a mistake during a mission. Actually, it was as if she was almost one step ahead of everyone else. This time, however, a mistep almost severly injured her. The archer had just barely looked to her after firing an arrow into an enemy's chest to see her stumble a bit a look like she was about to be sick. Seeing an enemy running to swing on her, Clint slid in front of her, taking a bullet straight through the shoulder. Thankfully, Natasha was able to regain herself quickly and protect him until backup SHIELD forces came.

Back aboard the hellicarrier, the dirty blonde haired male was rushed to the emergancy ward and the female assassin was right behind him. She stuck by his side while the SHIELD doctors worked on his wound though she said nothing, not even soft, comforting words or a sweet smile for her love. Clint didn't need it though, his tolerance for pain quite high. He was more worried about her and wondered why she had suddenly stopped mid-battle. Neither he would say anything while the his shoulder was being taken care of knowing she would not answer any of his questions at that moment.

When the procedure was over and the doctors were out of the room, Clint looked to Natasha and asked, "What happened, Nat?"

"It was nothing," she answered, giving only a tiny smile. "I got dizzy. We've been working a lot. Maybe it's time for a break."

He didn't want to argue but something felt off to him. She wasn't going to tell him and there was nothing he could do to make her. Giving an inaudible sigh, Clint turned to the food tray that had been brought in only a couple of mintues before. He couldn't remember when he had his last meal so he was going to cherish every bite of the steak and eggs under the silver cover; one of his most favorite meals.

A wave of the food's smell hit Natasha's nose and she stiffened, feeling her gut toss and turn. She stood from her seat, left a kiss on Clint's temple, and quickly walked out of the room. It was only a moment did he look at the door in confusion before digging into his food.