Clint Barton sat up in his bed.
“Nat?” he called out.
“Out on the balcony,” Natasha Romanoff yelled.
“Uh hi. Where am I?” Clint asked walking onto the balcony while rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes.
“Clint, we’re at your house. Do you remember… anything?” Nat asked her eyebrows knit in concern.
“Just getting punched really hard in the jaw,” Clint replied rubbing his bruising jaw.
“Well that’s what you get for challenging the Black Widow,” she said smirking crossing her arms across her chest.
“I don’t regret it one bit,” Clint retorted leaning against the railing.
“And is that my shirt?” he added raising his eyebrows.
“I spent the night. It was 2 in the morning, it was pouring, and I was just freaking tired,” she replied putting her hands up in defense.
“Jackass,” she muttered under her breath before returning her attention to her fellow agent.
“Well I was thinking that I might visit my sister. Apologize and that kind of shit. Thought you might want to meet her,” he said changing the subject.
“I would love to meet you little sister,” Natasha replied whispering in Clint’s ear.
That was their relationship. Fighting to romancing.