#cagedshewolf

[Maybe more comic based? Single clint and tasha?]

Clint snorted as he sat down beside her with more beer, equally drunk and tired.

Closed starter for @cagedshewolf

Losing Natasha had been the worst thing that had happened to Clint Barton.  She had been his best friend and they had done so much to get Bucky back for her, only to have lost her in the end. Worst still was having Bucky come back and having to tell him what happened.  If he’d felt bad, it was nothing compared to what Bucky felt.

Bucky had been riddled with guilt.  One moment he’d been fighting in a battle to save the universe with his girlfriend and best friend and the next thing he knew, everything had changed and Natasha was gone.  The fact she’d died bringing him back - him who was not worthy of any of this - it was almost too much to live with.

So the two men, who had lost so much, had leaned on each other.  And in their grief, something new grew out of it.  Something neither of them had expected.  They’d fallen in love.  It was weird to have a relationship form based on their shared love for another person but it had happened.  And rather quickly they’d gone from supporting each other through grief, to falling in love.

They’d moved out to Brooklyn together, determined to try and just have something normal together and things had been going well.  They had a cat and a dog, and occasionally helped out with a fight, but they’d made a kind of happiness around the grief they felt.  They were playing videogames when there was a knock at the door.

Steve hadn't expected the sudden smack to the back of his head or the way his head swam with the sudden black out that came to him. He hadn't expected the way that he'd been cuffed. It was like the ones from SHIELD. The big hand cuffs designed for a super soldier that were magnetized and these were hooked up to the bed he'd been left on. The rigged mattress that he laid on was a sign that they were on the run, and the cuffs were another hint that it was someone from the inside.

But he couldn't remember the person he last spoke to, the one that he was with. He couldn't remember anything with the way that his vision swam and his eyes peeled around the room. It was obvious that whoever took him wasn't afraid of rough handling. Could it have been Rumlow?

No, he'd been left like a rat hiding in the shadows with the scarred features of his face as a telling sign of who he was. He looked to the door and that's when his features twisted because right before him was someone he had cared for in a manner that was almost mutual.

Looking at him as lay on the bed of her runaway hideout was the Black Widow. He found himself twisting his features with the show that he had been betrayed.

"You. Why?"

Hawk set his work duffle down on the ground, and sighed. So this is why he hasn't heard from Nat today. She had used the emergency key and was now drunk as a skunk on his couch.

"I didn't tell you what I was doing because I knew you would insist on coming with me, this was something I needed to do on my own."

The vast majority of his memories were hellish to say the least. Hindrance in wanting to go further in life. Nightmares there were no words in the world enough to describe. But sometimes amongst all of it, there were these slivers of hope. Like a needle in a haystack. And that was the case of the person in front of him. Natalia. Or Natasha as they called her here.