Hello good people. For those who follow my other story i'm working on, i've had some serious writer's block. So i hoped that writing a different story might get those creative juices flowing.

I love Marvels The Avengers, and I especially love Clint and Natasha. This isn't anything to do with that world though, it's completely mundane. And by mundane, i mean there aren't any genetically altered characters in here. It's a story i've just completely made up about two characters i happen to ship from a movie.

I hope you enjoy. If you like it then i'll continue. Thanks!

Today was a good day.

As Natasha walked home in the afternoon sunshine, she couldn't help but smile. Her college classes were so ridiculously easy for her that it was like she'd already passed the course. The London air smelled just a little sweeter with the cherry blossoms in full bloom across the campus, and to top it all off, a cute guy in her class asked her out. Her beautiful pearl skin and fiery red hair, along with her classic good looks, usually attracted attention at the beginning of every semester. Although she had been flattered, unfortunately she was in no way ready for another relationship. She'd just broken it off with the last guy who showed interest in her. He'd been nice, but he wanted to move way faster than she was willing to allow. He'd given her no choice; she didn't trust people easily and she'd barely known him for six months.

That's way too short a time to build trust, she thought to herself. You can't have a solid relationship without trust.

For some reason her father popped into her mind. She hadn't seen him in six years, and she had no idea where he could be.

That's what happens when your father is a spy, she thought bitterly. You can't have a real relationship with a man you barely even know.

Yeah, well. Her story was an unusual one.

Her parents had met while her father was on a mission in Russia. Her mother, Alexandra, had been a Russian peasant. John Graham, her father, had saved her one night from a couple of thugs. From what her grandparents had told her, it had been love at first sight. And when she had fallen pregnant with Natasha, John asked her to marry him and she'd happily accepted.

Unfortunately, her parents' love story did not last long. John was called away for a mission shortly after they had moved into their American home, and Alexandra soon became paranoid. He'd told her he was a travel agent and she couldn't understand why he was away so often. They didn't know each other at all and she became depressed, mentally unstable. One day she simply disappeared, and Natasha was taken in by her mother's parents. With her father away so often, there was no way he could be a fit parent. He was never spoken about around her grandparents.

However, there were perks to having a spy as a father. For two weeks every year, Natasha's grandparents would send her to a 'camp' that, unbeknownst to them, was really two weeks at a safe house with her father. John always made sure that every year until she was fifteen he was able to come and teach his daughter. Natasha was taught how to survive, just as he was, in the hopes that she would always be able to protect herself if he was no longer there. The relationship with her father was built on strength and discipline. By the time she was ten she could speak six languages, not including her native English and Russian, and was accomplished in several hand to hand combat techniques. She didn't realise how it was possible that a travel agent could have such knowledge until her grandparents were killed in a car accident when she was fifteen, and her father had actually come to see her at the funeral. She confronted him, wanting to know who he really was and, surprisingly, he had told her everything. How her mother had committed suicide when she was an infant and he couldn't care for her because of who he was. How he had convinced her mother to give her daughter her maiden name so enemies of his wouldn't come after her in the future. After that, she was sent to a boarding school paid by her father until she turned eighteen.

She hadn't seen him since the day of the funeral, but he sent her gifts every year on her birthday. When she turned eighteen and left the boarding school, her father had sent her a bank account number that was in her name. She found it had enough money to live comfortably for the rest of her life, but she'd wanted to go to college. She decided to study abroad, and eventually settled on London. Over the years her father had sent her things to let her know he was alive; her twenty-first birthday had been last week and she'd received the deed to a holiday home in the Caribbean.

Her father had given her everything she would ever need in life: money, a superior education and valuable life skills. Deep down she loved him very much; but she didn't even know him. Every time something new came in the mail, whether it be a piece of jewellery or a new offshore bank account in her name, she would resent him a little more because he wasn't there in person to wish her a happy birthday. She knew he was serving his country as an agent, but the selfish part of her wanted him here to be the father she always wanted.

"Great," she muttered under her breath. "I've managed to ruin my own mood. Well done."

She came to the footpath leading up to her door step and stopped. Reminiscing about her father's profession must have made her paranoid, for as she looked at her house, something didn't feel right. But everything looked exactly the way she'd left it, she was sure of it - she had a photographic memory. Everything was exactly the same as it was this morning, so she shook off her paranoia and made her way to the front door.

Natasha grabbed her keys out of her bag and pushed it into the keyhole. As she opened the door that weird feeling returned. Only when she shut the door and turned around did she realise she hadn't been imagining things.

Three large men in black stood in her lounge, waiting for her.

Let me know what you think! :)