A/N: First Avengers fanfic, I hope you all like it! Please review, many thanks :)

It was when she joined the Avenger initiative that Natasha realised just how human she was.

She'd always prided herself on being a spy, not just any kind of spy, but Red Room trained, since her tender childhood she had been primed for espionage, she had always thought there was nothing scarier than the Red Room. Then she met the likes of the Hulk, Thor, Steve and even Tony, their existence reminded her all to painfully just how fragile she still was.

The Red Room's "upgrading" of her body meant very little after the Battle of New York - Tasha still needed months to recover from, but she wasn't alone. She wasn't alone stewing on her wounds and weaknesses in some medi-bay in the Helicarrier, now she was part of a team. Now she was an Avenger, and her Russian side was absolutely wetting herself at the concept of team work.

Originally, Tasha had found it hard enough to cope with just Clint; now of course, she couldn't dream of a day without knowing he had her back. Maybe she needed him even more so now, because Clint and her were the only two "humans" on their team. She needed Clint in more ways than one. He reminded her how human she was in a completely different way.

It was as he threw her leg over his shoulder and tormented her with his tongue that she realised how much she relished being human.

It was when they woke, looked sleepily at one another and smiled. He moved in closer, pressed a kiss to her forehead and then ran his fingertips up her thighs towards her centre. She groaned into her pillow as he massaged small circles on her centre, feeling her knickers dampen. She bit the pillow as he tore the fabric away and whimpered as he lightly pushed her onto her back. Rolling back, she drew Clint in close for a long deep kiss, a kiss that almost derailed his plans of pleasuring her this morning, but he held his reserve, and spread her legs. Pressing kisses down her body as he shifted towards the foot of the bed, Tasha got a glimpse of the passion in his eyes and let her head fall back against the pillows. This may not be the first time she'd seen that look, but it took her breath away every time, it made her want to scream, even before he touched her. She whimpered as her legs were thrown over his shoulders, his face buried between her thighs and as her hands knotted into his hair she moaned.

"Cliiiiiiiiiiiiint." Her husky call echoed around the flat, as Hawkeye set to make her see stars.

It was only after he was thoroughly sure that he'd pleasured Tasha with his tongue that he moved away, after she was pushing him away from her over-sensitised clit that he crawled his way back up her body, stopping off to tease her nipples before pressing a kiss under her ear that he allowed himself to be smug. He propped himself up on one elbow, resting next to her while her breathing calmed down a little bit and she turned to give him a mock glare.

"Take that look off your face." She growled. "We're not finished yet." She pulled him back into her embrace, letting him settle up above her, the pair trading kisses that switched between almost furious, to slower, deeper kisses that made them moan.

When Tasha was sure that he was utterly distracted by her kisses, and she locked her ankles around his hips and pulled his body onto hers, closing the small distance between the two of them. She felt the warmth of him spread over her bare skin and she whimpered as her fingers carded through his hair, trailed down his back, and her nails dug into his hips, leaving half moons in his skin.

"Natasha." Her name came out as three gruff syllables and it made heat pool in her stomach. She forgot her childhood, and her upbringing, and instead she clutched at this very American man as his hands roved over her body, rolling her nipples, kisses dipping to her neck, down her chest. He made her scream with pleasure and made her forget her name as he contorted her into beautiful positions.

"Clint please." She gasped and felt his hips press between hers.

"Tasha. Need you." His words were punctuated with breathless kisses and with a small adjustment, and a subtle flick of her hips he was suddenly pushing inside her. Words and moans disappeared into meaningless noises as the pair revelled in the feeling rocketing through their bodies. There was no need for his name to be screamed, there was no need for her name to chanted, it was just the feeling.

Then it changed when he rolled his hips against hers. She gasped and the magic loving silence was broken and it twisted back to raw hard morning sex that had her begging for release. Clint marvelled that he could make the Black Widow, Natasha Romanov beg. He worshipped her body and grinned to himself that she chanted his name like a mantra. Clint knew just when Tasha was going to climax, he watched the signs, felt her nails digging into his shoulders and he held his pace steady. Her body tightened and a wordless scream echoed before her body relaxed and watching Tasha's eyes flutter, lips move soundlessly Clint's orgasm quickly followed.

"Oh fuckk." She groaned as he rolled off of her to the other side of the bed.

"You're a good wake up call." He grinned, yanking her close, ignoring her slight squirm of protest before she resigned herself to the post-coital spoon. If you asked her once upon a time whether she enjoyed spooning she might have just killed you for the fun, but since New York, and the Avengers she occasionally sought out Clint for the sole reason of cuddling, life was too short to not spoon with someone she trusted. She'd now admit just how good it felt, to know that it wasn't mark, it wasn't a target, and it may be hot raw sex but there was a tad more tenderness that made her all too human.