Summary
"Clint Barton is in love with me."/Maria's heart leaps into her throat, pounding, pounding. Her voice comes as if from a great distance, unfamiliar to her own ears, and it trembles. "I'm... I'm so happy for you, Natasha. He's a wonderful man."/Natasha takes a breath. "I don't love him."/He's an archer; she's a soldier. Maybe they are more than friends. One-shot.