Some time later...

I was thinking, maybe I should. Or not. But, I should. He deserves it. He deserves to live more than me. If I transfer the poison to myself, he'll survive. He's done so much for me, all I ever do is put him in danger. He's done enough for me. I don't deserve to live like this, I deserve to die. I had red in my ledger but thanks to Clint, it has been slowly wiped away. He has to live. If he dies, I will forever be guilty for the death of my best friend...friend and lover. I've made up my mind, Clint deserves to live. So, I decided to just write him a note for when he wakes up. I started writing...

Dearest Clint,

I'm sorry for what you had to go through. I'm sorry I couldn't help you when you got shot. I'm sorry I never treated you the same way you treated me. And, I'm sorry for everything, everything you had to go through...because of me. Make sure, when you continue life, never feel guilty. This was my decision. It's my way of thanking you. Thanking you for helping me out of the KGB, the red room. Thanking you for giving me joy, happiness. Thanking you for protecting me. Thanking you for Budapest. And, thanking you for everything you did for me, all the sacrifices. I remember, when we were in our first mission together and you asked me what my full name was, I would never tell you because you pestered me so much and I never trusted you then. Every time, you would guess but you were never right. I guess, I just liked annoying you, I loved the way you would pout, every time after I answer no to your guess. Well, we've known each other for years and I guess you should know, you've spent years trying to figure it out after all. My full name is actually, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Funny you ever figured it out after so long. But, you got close once. I never told you because I hated my past. But now I realise, without it, I would never have met you. You know, I was always thought to believe that love is for children, but maybe not. You opened my mind Clint. You taught me to....love. Love you. I'm sorry I'm only saying this now, but I was always too scared of how you would react. I figured if I tell you in this letter, there is nothing to fear. Please, my last dying wish is for you. I want you to promise me, that you, after reading this letter, move on. Don't let any guilt stop yourself from moving on. This is my choice.

Love,
Natalia Romanova.

Once I wrote my letter I sealed it and headed to Clint's ward. I reached his ward and started looking around for a doctor. I finally spotted one and signalled him over. "Agent Romanoff, clearance level 8." I said. "What would you like me to do agent?" He asks, his voice stuttered, probably because he felt intimidated. "I need to transfer a poison inside this patient's body into mine. How do I do that?" I really hoped he knew what to do. "Agent Romanoff, I'm afraid I'm not authorised to do anything relating to this patient, I'm sorry, it's protocol." He replies. "I'm sick of all these protocol crap!" I shout. I pushed the man into the wall rather ruthlessly. "Do it!" I commanded. I grabbed his communicator to make sure he couldn't make any contact with anyone and watched him closely as he hooked me up to Clint. "We-we're ready." He quivered "Begin." I said. I wasn't really scared, I had already made my mind up. He flicked a switch and I started feeling something go inside me and something else go out of me. I noticed that by now, he had gone to contact other agents to help in the situation since I could no longer harm him. Just before I passed out, Tony, Bruce and Director Fury came in. I pointedtowards the letter I wrote to Clint and whispered, "F-for Clint". And then all I saw was darkness...