"Natalie Barton, get down here right now!," My dad yelled. He sounded worried. Everyone sounds worried now days.
"What is it dad?" I ask, running down the stairs.
"We've got to go underground!" He yells, heading for our cellar. We haven't used the cellar since I was five. I follow him down. The fear i felt eleven years ago comes flooding back. Is it going to repeat of that day?
ELEVEN YEARS AGO
"Daddy, I'm scared,' I mutter as another gun shot was fired.
"It's okay Nattie. It will all be over soon," Dad reassured me, holding me tight "You know back when i was just a bit older than you are, there was this archer. He never missed his target. He could shoot a bad guy from a mile away and did incredible trick shots,"
"Did he really do that Daddy?" I asked
"Yeah, Hawkeye did that. He was an expert. No matter what, he saved his city. He did whatever he could. He was a great hero. Better than Iron Man," I laughed. In my opinion, Iron Man was the greatest hero there was. Not that he's around anymore. That night all Dad talked about was Hawkeye. He did it until the siren went off telling us that it was safe to come out of our bunkers and cellars.
"See Nattie everything is going to be okay," Dad whispered in my ear
Bombs exploded. Shots were fired. I was scared.
"Daddy," I whispered
"You haven't called me that since you were eight," Dad laughed "What do you want Nattie?" I glare at him. Dad always had the last word.
"Can you tell me a story. About Hawkeye. One that I never heard before," Dad goes silent. His thinking face.
"Did I ever tell you the one about Black Widow?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Well Black Widow was a female assassin. at least she was until SHIELD picked her up,"
"The organisation meant to save the world when it just destroyed it," I said.
"Well it wasn't always like that. Nick Fury saw her potential and trained her. She worked with Hawkeye on many of his missions. They saved each others lives so many times that everyone but them saw that someday they would end up married and with a child…" The siren blared it's song. I sighed with relief. We could live another day. Together we left the cellar. There was a knock at the door. I quickly peeped through the peep hole. There stood Andy, holding a man with all her strength. I opened the door.
"Come on it, quickly," I told her, helping her carry that man into the foyer.
"Hi Andy," Dad said "Who you got there… oh boy, I'll grab the first aid kit," Andy weakly smiled.
"Take a deep breath Andy, you know what happens when you get scared," I tell my best friend in the entire world (or what left of it anyway). Andy is short for Andromeda. I just call her Andy because I could never pronounce her name properly.
"What took you so long to answer the door?" Andy asked, resting her head on my shoulder.
"Well when you have over-protective Clint Barton as your father there's not much you can do,"
"I know, because with over-bearing Bruce Banner as your father it's the same problem," Andy said