"So are we gonna do this?" He asked. His knotted, calloused fingers drummed into the palm of his right hand.

"I dont know."

He would not press her if he knew that she didn't want him to. But her tone told him to convince her.

"Why not?" Clint looked over at her. She looked away.

"Our lives-"

"Haven't changed, aren't gonna change."

She didn't respond so Clint knew he still had the floor. She would hear him out.

"Let's do it. Let's just do it." He said emphatically. "Let's get married. Let's have kids. They won't be abandoned if something happens to us. There's like a surplus of people to back us up now, Nat."

"But what if you go out first and I'm left with those kids, Clint?" Her eye contact demanded a considered response.

He paused and looked hard in her eyes. "Tasha, I'm afraid of that too. But we'll let that fear stop us from living as fully as we can right now? It should be the opposite. We should charge into all of it. Even if kids lose their parents, we've got family now and they'll be ok. But we'll fight harder than we ever have to not lose each other, to not let them lose us."

She looked down at toward the city.

"Tasha." He said softly and took her hand. He spoke to her as her fierce gaze took in the world below. "I don't want to die some day, or tomorrow, and know that we lived it all for the job." Clint lifted her hand and kissed it softly. "I want to be all yours." He said. "I want you to be all mine. ...Please, Nat."

This made her turn to him, her green eyes gently burning.

"The job isn't our life. We can have a life. Let the job pummel it and try to take it away, but I don't want to be flat on my back in some shit hole some day and know that you and me were never really you and me."

She sensed the strength of this conviction. He gripped her hand as he spoke these last words.

"Do you?"

Nastasha looked back out toward the city. A light breeze pushed a red lock of hair across her forehead. Clint's stormy eyes desperately searched her face, but he waited. It was her choice.

"Clint" she finally spoke. "You know I don't want that."

He relaxed a bit. She was saying yes.

"I trust you" She said. "With my life."

"Will you give it to me? Because mine is yours."

She could not hold back a laugh. It was a truly happy laugh. She was not scorning his words. Natasha shook her head and smiled. His hand that was wrapped around hers, she took and pressed against her heart.

"Yes, Barton. Of course I will. Forever."

It was Clint's turn to laugh. A deeply felt, happy, laugh. He pulled his hand away and wrapped Natasha in his arms. Clint breathed into her hair. "I'm so happy."

Natasha could hear the tears in his voice. The shocking thing was that is wasn't a surprise. She knew how much he loved her because she loved him the same.

...

I have just made myself super happy.

What did you think?