Natasha/OPEN (multiples welcome)
Things had been going well and Natasha was actually enjoying herself for once. She'd let her guard down. That was her first mistake- because that ghost she'd been staring at all night? The one that had been following her; he approached.
At first, all she could do was stare back. It couldn't be real. Clint wouldn't have been lingering so long without telling her he was there. He would have announced himself on the network. He would have come to her first thing. Instead, here he was, but not dressed up like the others. He wore what he had on Vormir. Dark and foreboding.
His eyes were sad. And she couldn't move. She couldn't speak- and then, a flash and an explosion. As the party was suddenly under attack, Clint had pulled his sword from his back and started to attack.
Natasha acted on instinct, blocking him and quickly dropping down to kick his foot out from under him. It worked for an instant, sending the man, but he took the opportunity to elbow Natasha in the face, sending her rolling away. She was not dressed for this.