Can Never Run Away

By

Nicole

Summary: Three years after leaving to go into hiding from the world after the events of "If Only", Clint and Natasha thought they could finally fall into a normal routine figuring out where they go in life. What happens when Natasha's past hunts them down?

Can Never Run Away

Chapter 1: Normal Life

Natasha Barton was sitting out on her snow covered porch watching as two children were playing in the snow. "Katia, be careful with him," she called to her daughter. Katia smiled at her mother before she picked her three-year-old brother up. Natasha couldn't believe how big her children were getting, seemed like yesterday she was holding her son, Luca, in her arms after giving birth to him in the middle of nowhere, quite literally. There were no doctor or any nearby hospitals, they were on their way to London for their next hiding place when she went into labor.

Clint was able to help her bring their son into the world. The newborn had kicked and he wailed, but it was perfect. Their son was perfect and healthy. After five pregnancies and three miscarriages, having her two children made her feel like all of the pain she had gone through was worth it. It made her treasure her children even more.

Natasha smiled as she watched as her ten-year-old daughter started teaching her son how to build a snowman. The three-year-old was sitting in the snow, his eyes watching in amazement as he watched his big sister make a big ball out of the fluffy, cold stuff he was sitting in. They had finally decided on settling down in the countryside in Iceland. Clint easily opened a hunting and fishing store, at least in some shape or form he was able to work with his weapon of choice. She was still getting used to not having to go out and hunt a new target, instead her day consisted of making sure Katia was sent off to school and she worked out during the day before being a mother to Luca.

Luca saw his mommy and stood up on his legs, waddling over to her because of all the winter stuff he had on. Natasha smiled as she picked him up, kissing his cheek. "Mommy, cold," he told her.

"Are you cold?" she asked.

She stood up, putting her son onto her hip. "Katia, time to come in," she called out. Katia ran up the steps of their house and they went inside.

She helped Luca get his winter clothes off while Katia immediately went into the kitchen. "Don't you dare touch those cookies Katia Barton," she called to her daughter.

"Aw mom," Katia whined.

"Absolutely not," Natasha told her as she picked Luca up.

The three-year-old stuck his thumb in his mouth. "I think you have math homework to do," she stated.

"Mom, I don't want to," Katia answered.

"I don't care what you want to do you have to do, you have to do it," Natasha told her.

The ten-year-old huffed before sitting at the table. Natasha shook her head slowly as she walked around the house to get her son to fall asleep. It didn't take long for Luca to fall asleep and she placed him in his bed. Walking down the stairs, she heard the backdoor and instinctively she reached for the gun she had hidden in the locked table by the door. "Daddy!" Katia said beaming, making her relax and lock the gun up again.

"Hey sweetheart," Clint said smiling, lifting his daughter up into his arms.

She walked into the kitchen, smiling at her husband a he kissed their daughter's cheek before setting her back down so she could work on her homework again. "Hey there," she said smiling as she walked over.

"Hey," he answered, pulling his wife into his arms.

He kissed her lightly and she just smirked a little at him. "You should shave," she commented, touching the beard that was growing on his face.

"Don't like that?" he asked.

"I like the stubble, just not the full beard look," she replied as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail.

He grinned a little as he sat at the table after pulling off his jacket and boots. "How did it go?" she asked.

"Not sure how I can get used to this just standing there waiting for people to come in," he replied, "Getting a little antsy."

She nodded her head slowly in understanding. "I know how you feel," she murmured. It was an adjustment trying to figure out their lives without needing to go find a target. Their lives as mom and dad was also an adjustment. They loved their children, it was the fact they were with them all the time now. Natasha loved her children more than anything she would kill for them and she would die for them.

Clint watched as his wife made her way through the house, she was getting antsy, he could tell. She was itching for a mission, just sitting around all day was driving her crazy.

While the kids were occupied, Natasha went downstairs into their basement. Flicking the lights no she revealed a training room. Walking over to the punching bag that was hanging in the middle of the room, she started throwing punches and kicks into it. Soon she was practicing her routine, sucked into her own world. She came to realize though that she was being watched and someone was sneaking up behind her. She swung around, punching at their head when her husband caught her wrist with ease. She threw a kick to his head when he caught her leg and swept her other leg out from underneath her. Natasha went to kick his legs out from underneath him when he jumped out of the way and she rolled back to her feet, throwing a punch at his head which he blocked before throwing a punch at her stomach. Blocking that kick, he tried to throw a punch at her head when she grabbed his wrist and tried to elbow him in the side, but he grabbed her arm.

The two of them had their arms tangled together and Natasha tried to kick his leg again when he hooked his leg around hers and it sent them both to the floor. Natasha gained some leverage and rolled off him when he moved with her, grabbing her arms and tried to pin them behind her back. She moved quickly onto her back, as they both jumped back to her feet. She tried to jump up and wrap her legs around his neck when instead he grabbed her legs, sending her to the floor again. Natasha let out a groan since that move almost knocked the air out of her. She swung back up onto her feet, wrapping her arm around his neck when he grabbed her leg she tried again to wrap around his shoulder, pinning her into the wall. Natasha stared at him, kicking him back. Clint got in a fighting stance, grinning at his wife.

He swung at her head and she grabbed his arm, flipping him onto his back, but he kicked her leg out from under her and sent her on top of him. He rolled and quickly pinned her body underneath his. They were both breathing heavily, staring each other before she finally grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulled him down and kissed him deeply. She was so grateful that he actually shaved, she hated kissing him with the full on beard felt like kissing some wild animal. Clint groaned into her mouth as he pinned her hands to the mat, but then she maneuvered her hips so she could push him back down and climbed on top of him, not once breaking their heated kiss.

(Elsewhere)

Ivan was walking through the halls of his compound, obviously angry and irritated. "Nothing?" he demanded.

"Nothing sir, three years later we are unable to locate Natalia," the woman walking
beside him answered.

Ivan scowled as he pushed the doors open revealing a large command center. "All these computers and all of these profile and you can't find one blasted woman?!" he demanded.

"She was trained well, sir," the woman answered, her eyes going to the floor.

Ivan let out what almost sounded like a growl. "I should've killed her when I had the chance," he muttered. He walked up the steps to the viewing room further up in the main command center and walked in. He walked over to the large window, watching his people work tirelessly to find the missing Black Widow. "I'm running out of options," he stated to a shadow in the corner, "I need her found, and I want her dead."

"And the children?" the shadow asked in the corner.

"The boy is useless, but bring me the girl," Ivan ordered, "You know my rules."

"No witnesses," the shadow answered with an evil chuckle.

"Make sure she watches her beloved archer die a slow, painful death before killing her. That's one mission never completed, better late than never eh?" Ivan asked.

The shadow nodded before he disappeared through the doors and Ivan just smirked. "Let the games begin," he sneered.