An Arrow?

An Arrow?

 “That an Arrow around your neck, Romanoff?”

Pairing: Clintasha

Takes place after Natasha was shot by Bucky in Captain America: The Winter Solider

A/N 

Written by me :) Please do not copy, if so you may put credit

Maria was currently applying pressure to Agent Romanoff's bullet wound, the relief for Fury outwitted the pain in her shoulder. Relaxation consumed her as the anguish went numb. 

"So, Sam… was it?" Hill started small talk, the awkward serenity was unusual due to the hole bleeding out. “Yup,” Natasha’s husk, yet soft voice was covering the winces. “That an Arrow around your neck, Romanoff?” She raised a brow.

Maria had been looking for more… well, action? No. Drama, In the office. She already had enough action considering her salary. Being an agent, it was her job to look farther into the personal lives of her co-workers. The romance area. Something obvious has been mingling between two certain assassins, and she took this opportunity to dig deeper.

“Yeah, Barton gave it to me for my birthday. Said it was a symbol for long-lasting companionship,” 

“Thought you didn’t celebrate your birthday?” The brunette smirked.

“I don’t. Barton does.” Tasha groaned, visibly aware of where this conversation was going and visibly trying to prevent it from going there. 

“It’s different with Clint, isn’t it?” Natasha could hear practically hear her partners cockiness growing by the second.

“Don’t start, Hill.” She smirked once again.

“Oh, I’m afraid I already have. I’ll continue, though.”

The Widow stood up, ignoring Maria’s protests concerning her wound. She quietly left, after being shot she needed her beauty rest.

Loki, completely distressed: GET AWAY FROM ME!

Natasha, to the roomba chasing him: good job

Natasha: stop it, you guys are making me claustrophobic

Steve: What's claustrophobic mean?

Bucky: it means you're afraid of Santa Claus

Natasha: No it doesn't-

Bucky: Ho Ho Ho

Steve: STOP IT YOU'RE SCARING HER!!

Fury: have you gotten code names?

Sam: I'm Tom Ato

Steve: I'm Ann Chovi

Bucky: and I'm Ceaser Salad!

Stephen: Right now, I'm not sure if I want to kick you or push you off a bridge

Tony: Can I pick?

Steve:[Tells them the mission plan]

Natasha: that's fun, ancient one

Sam: roger that, artifact

Bucky: of corpse

Steve:

Steve: Buck, not you too-