"Are we ever gonna tell them the truth?" Clint asked the woman standing next to him as he handed her a beer.
Natasha shook her head. "I don't trust them."
Clint sighed heavily, taking a drink of his own beer. Trust. He wasn't quite sure that he trusted all of the team either. Still it didn't bode well that they had to lie all the time. It was killing him when he could stop Banner from flirting with her at the party and in his own house. To please her, he kept up with the facade that they were just friends.
"I hate making the kids lie," she admits, knowing that he would want to hear that at least.
He nods. "I don't think it's right."
Natasha sighed. She knew that he was mad at her for making their kids lie to the team. She hated the fact that former Shield Agent, Laura Martin, got to play the part of Clint's wife and help raise their kids. Most of all, she hated the fact that Laura had a thing for Clint and got to act on it while the rest of the team were around. Every time the kids had called her 'Mom' she cringed.
"Maybe we could tell them," Natasha said. Then we could get that bitch out of the house and far away from my family.
"We can't do that. Can't you see it, Nat? The team is starting become divided. Nobody trusts each other."
"I trust you," she replied in a small voice. "At least there's that."
"Yeah, at least there's that." Clint wrapped his arm around her. "There's a war coming, Nat, and it's not gonna be pretty."
"When is it ever pretty?" She leans into him. "I know what you mean though. The blow up between Stark and Rogers is going to destroy everything."
"We're gonna be forced to pick sides." Clint turns to her. "Just because you're my wife, don't pick the side I'm on just because I'm on it."
"Why do we even have to pick sides?" Natasha asks him. "Why can't we just...escape?"
Clint laughs. "You and I both know that we're too far in this to just escape."
"So what? We split up and make sure that they don't all kill themselves?" she asks, not liking what she knew he would say next.
"Yeah, I guess so." he replied, finishing off the last of his beer. "Then when it's all done, we'll come back and see if you still want to escape from it all."
"Think I'm gonna change my mind, Barton?" she asks, a smirk on her lips.
"Yeah, you will. Housewife isn't a cover even Natasha Romanoff could play."
She turned, kissing him on the lips. "For you, I'd try it."