For several years Clint and Natasha have been trying to forget about the time they Spent in Budapest.They had changed. They had become heroes. They had saved the world, even. But the question still remains: What Happened in Budapest?

"You and I remember Budapest very differently) So what did happen in Budapest? This story will reveal all the secrets kept by Natasha in the movie "The Avengers" and her lationship to Clint Barton. This story is written in the POV of mostly Natasha but sometimes with Clint. A Clintash story. This story is based off The Avengers 2012 and not any other viariations of Black Widow. This story has NO relation with IronMan 2 because i havent watched it yet so sorry if facts contradict each other or clash. I do not own the charaters. This book cover was NOT made by me, it is fanmade. From who? i dont know.

Before SHIELD, Natasha and Clint tried to kill each other. Natasha works for the KGB, hunting down HYDRA traitors in the system. When she's assigned a job at the Russian ballet, she battles memories of her past she never wanted to face again. Clint is a fugitive, framed by his brother for attempted murder. Some guy in a suit shows up, Special Agent Phil Coulson, representing a government division Clint can't pronounce, with the offer of a fresh start and Clint finds himself a brand new recruit of SHIELD. Then there was Budapest where no amount of training could prepare them for the choices they would be forced to make. NOTE: This is largely unedited, so please excuse errors, plot holes, etc.

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)

What exactly happened in Budapest? All that we know is Clint Barton was sent to kill, Natasha Romanoff.

Welcome to Budapest, Hungary.... land of the infiltrators. Based on the two sentences in Marvel's "The Avengers" that has left many avengenerds wondering. Most characters belong to Marvel excepting a couple OCs. LOTS OF TYPOS. And if you're looking for smut, look elsewhere.

His deadly gaze was on me once more his eyes burning a hole in my soul. I felt as if I'd melt. "What are you gonna do?" My tone more seductive then intimating. "Anything I want to." With one of his hands on my hip I couldn't help but shiver. His eyes turned a shade darker and his mouth moved closer to mine. I turned us around pinning him to the wall. "Maybe I should lead from here." ---------------------------------------------- A young agent that goes by the name of clint is sent to kill the notorious black widow but what stops him from pulling the trigger when they meet. Read and find out. All right's and characters are owned by the wonderfully amazing marvel industry. At the moment the story is under serious editing. And is not done.

This is for all those people on Pinterest who wanted me to write this. Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

What happened in Budapest?

"Just like Budapest all over again." "You and I remember Budapest very differently"