So this is purely for my sanity right now. I got hit with a bad depression episode and I need something sweet to help me. This was also requested so yeah here we go. I have different types of episodes, some can be numbness some can be aggressive, and sometimes the switch from one type to another until it passes. So yeah this might hit home for some people.

I lay curled up on my side in the bathtub. I have no energy. No will to move, no will to cry. I'm just numb.

I'll never be good enough. Not for him, or anyone else.

I'll never be as beautiful as Natasha or Wanda. Never.

I shouldn't even be here. I shouldn't be with these amazing people.

I hear the sound of the bedroom door opening and closing again.

Tears finally begin to stream from my eyes.

How can this man love me?
How can this perfect man even care about me?

I curl up into a tighter ball as the tears keep falling silently.

"Y/n?"

The bathroom door opens and I can her his boots against the tile floor as he approaches the tub.

"Baby," he kneels down next to the tub, gently caressing my hair, "baby what are you doing in the tub?"

His voice is soft like silk and it only makes me cry more.

He sits me up in the tub and gets in with me, pulling me so that I'm on his lap, laying against his chest.

"Baby, what's wrong," he whispers, rubbing my back.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Clint," my voice breaks as I bury my face in the crook of his neck.

"There's nothing wrong with you," he hugs me a bit tighter.

"Yes there is," I sit up to look at him, "I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here."

He cups my face, wiping my tears away with his thumb only for new ones to take their place.

"Yes you do," he looks into my eyes, pleading with me, "you belong here. With me."

I push his hands away from my face.

"No I don't," I snap at him still crying, "I'm useless, all I do is look at screens all day."

"And help create newer and better security and defenses, and help on the missions with the drones, and collect information we need."

"And any number of people could do that!" I hit his chest.

He grabs my hands before I can hit him again.

"Yeah sure, any number of people could do it," he agrees, "but it's not just anyone doing it. It's you."

I try to pull my wrists from his grasp, managing to get one free. I hit his chest again. This time he lets me, letting go of my other wrist and letting me use that hand as well.

I continue to cry and beat on his chest until I have no energy to even list my arms anymore. I collapse onto his chest and sob, shaking as I take in each unsteady breath.

He wraps his arms back around me, rubbing my back to sooth me.

"I love you, baby," he whispers.

I sob more.

"I love you, and nothing is going to change that."

He kisses the top of my head.

We stay like this until I have no tears left to cry and hours afterwards.

I wake up in the bed, under the warm blankets and encased in Clint's arms with my face resting on his bare chest.

I must have fallen asleep after exhausting myself and he carried me to bed.

I shift my legs and feel the rough material of his jeans.

He never even changed out of his clothes.

I trace small circles on his chest as I close my eyes and breathe in his scent.

This man puts up with my episodes every time I have one, yet continues to tell me that he loves me.

How can he love me when I'm so messed up?

"Good morning, Beautiful," he says suddenly in his groggy morning voice that makes my heart flutter.

"Morning," I whisper back opening my eyes only to stare at the smooth skin of his torso that is littered in bruises, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be," he kisses my head, "I'd rather you take it out on me than you hurting yourself again."

"But you don't deserve it."

"And?" He raises my chin so that I'm looking into his eyes, "you didn't deserve to go through hell and back yet you did. The least I can do, it make sure you don't have to go through it again. So if you need to let out your aggression, you can let it out, as long as you're not hurting yourself. If that means you take it out on me, so be it. I told you, y/n, I love you and nothing is ever going to change that."

I feel a few tears fall down my cheek which he swiftly wipes away with his thumb.

He captures my lips in a passionate kiss, showing me just how much he means the words he said.

We only pull away for air.

"Hey FRIDAY?"

"Yes Agent Barton?"

"Let the others know I'm not gonna be there today, I have more important things to take care of."

"Right away."

He pulls me closer to him, capturing my lips once again.

And this is how we spend our day, wrapped in each other's arms, lips and bodies connected, not caring about anything outside of our room, as we show how much love we have for one another.

So yeah, that was all..... something. If you want me to add a love making scene let me know, I thought about it but decided against it. But if y'all want me to add it I can. But yeah, I feel a bit better.