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'Barton's been compromised.'

Coulson's simple statement, and to the outside observer it would have been as casual of a comment as saying they were serving tomato soup for lunch today, was still echoing in Natasha's mind hours later. 

She knew better than to think it was so unemotional of a comment. The almost undetectable edge in Couslon's voice, the hesitation, the worry. The Black Widow picked up all of that, in the voice of the one man she was sure was the most unflappable person in all of SHIELD save Fury. Phil Coulson was worried. Phil Coulson was not sure what was going to happen, or how they should handle a situation. That scared the hell out of her.

She put on the usual hard expression that would keep anyone from bothering her as she made her way down the hall. Yes, she should have been watching Banner and preventing Stark from being...Stark. She should have been making sure poor defrosted Steve wasn't overwhelmed. She should have been doing a lot of things considering there was a crazy god of mischief using her best friend to try and bring the world to it's knees.

But she could spare ten or twenty minutes to go knock a few punching bags around. Natasha wasn't focusing, and that would help no one when it came time to do or die. Especially herself. Hopefully no one with any authority would find her and try and stop her, because she wasn't in much of a mood for 'Yes, sir. No, sir. Thank you, sir." She simply wanted to dispense with the distracting thoughts in her head and get on with her life. 

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Her entire body tenses when she feels him hold her tighter. Natasha has no idea what's happening, but she doesn't fight him. She doesn't want to fight him. She's just as confused, afraid and uncertain of everything as he is. Nothing will ever be the same after what Loki did and doubtlessly will do. Who they are, who they'll all need to become to fight this, no one knows. Everything is changing so fast.

Except him. Tasha can't help but think Phil's the only person who hasn't done something that completely caught her off guard or shocked her in all this mess.

Until....

Natasha freezes even more (if that's possible) the moment his lips hit hers, but it only takes a second before she feels like she's more relaxed than she can remember feeling in a very long time. Something about that familiarity, the comfort and safety of him being...him nearly knocks her off her feet. She kisses him back, pressing her lips and her body hard against him as though she feels she has some right to do it. It only lasts for a few moments before her mind starts screaming at her. Tasha jerks her head away, eyes darting wildly around his face until she locks her eyes on his. "I..." She stumbles and stutters, her breathing like she's been running for her life and finally stopped. "Uh..." She has no idea what just happened. He kissed her. Phil Coulson fucking kissed her and...

God damn, it felt so good she forgot how to talk.