Natasha and Clint

A short piece on what I'd love to happen with Black Widow and Hawkeye

They walked along the rooftops of Istanbul, peering down into the bustling city below. It seemed to come alive at night, as if the atmosphere had been waiting for the sun to disappear so that it could rise up and take full advantage. Natasha and Clint looked at each other, knowing that their mission was still underway. They climbed on top of the roof of a derelict warehouse and slowly slipped into the building as silent as the air.

 

‘Over there.’ whispered Clint into Natasha’s ear, sending a tingle down her spine that she quickly shook off. Down below were the five henchmen of the Russian warlord Vladimir Kintsch, an evil man who if not stopped would release nuclear havoc on an unsuspecting world. They were gathered around a table playing cards, each with a semi-automatic rifle placed closely to their body. Natasha and Clint looked at each once again, nodding in agreement.

They moved in. Natasha slipped away, swinging and slinking through the high beams as agile as a bird, meanwhile Clint prepared his weapon for an attack, slowly placing the bolt against the taught wire of his bow. He had picked out his target and made aim. He pulled back the bolt taking in a breath of air, his muscles firm and ready. He waited for the right moment then in the blink of an eye released the bolt and watched as it struck the man in the heart as he let out a final cry of pain. Then all hell broke loose! Shots were firing in every direction, bouncing off of the concrete walls. Clint shot another bolt into another man’s back, sending him crashing to the ground. Then as if out of nowhere, Natasha had taken a man out with a swift kick to the head and a strong left-hook. But she was unaware of the two other henchmen who had seen her. One grabbed her from behind, his knife pressed close to her back and his arm firmly wrapped around her neck. The other henchmen who she knew as Mikhail Llov walked slowly to face her, his face distorted from years of brutal fighting. As she struggled to release herself from the brute that held her prisoner, Mikhail spoke in a thick Russian accent that even she couldn’t understand.

 

“Very clever, Miss Romanov, you managed to sneak in without us noticing, but as you can see, we have you now,” He pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it to her forehead. “It’s a shame that I have to blow your brains out, your head would look beautiful up on my wall.”

 

“It’s a shame that you won’t get to see tomorrow Mikhail, I’ve heard that it’s meant to be a beautiful day.” said Natasha with a smile. As Mikhail began to ready his pistol a single bolt flashed past and into his skull. Natasha took this opportunity to elbow her captor deep in the stomach and turn around to kick his body to the ground. She looked up to where Clint was perching, his bow and arrow securely fixed onto his back. He climbed down from the high beams to meet her.

 

“Well, Miss Romanov, that truly was impressive.” He said as he walked slowly towards her, a smile on his face.

 

“Be quiet, I could’ve handled that myself and you know it.”

 

“A simple thank you for saving your life would be nice.”

 

“I don’t have to say anything to you.”  

 

“Natasha,” he grabbed her arm before she could turn away and pulled her close to his chest, their heavy breathing in unison.

 

“Let go of me.” She pulled away from his grip but he was too strong and only pulled her in closer. He leaned in but she was too quick for him and managed to escape his lust filled embrace. They locked eyes and Clint moved in once again but this time Natasha did not retreat. He grabbed her by the waist, moving his hands up her back, up to the nape of her neck where he slowly caressed her skin. He pulled her closer, feeling her resistance but still pursued it. Their lips were an inch apart, their heartbeats one in the same. They looked deep into each other’s eyes and met in a passionate kiss.

 

By Kemi Ajayi