Limpid Chapter 1

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Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Pov

"What's wrong with Widow?" Tony asked after a mission when Natasha was out of earshot. She seemed on edge and wasn't watching her back, the team could tell something was off, but only Stark had the guts to say anything.

I noticed every year on March 4th Natasha would become distracted and kept to herself; however, I couldn't just blurt that out to the team.

"Didn't know you had a considerate bone in your body Stark. She's probably just having a off day," I replied back hoping they wouldn't ask to many more questions.

I then quickly headed to my room in avengers tower. Unfortunately, Cap followed. "Clint," I heard him call from behind me.

"What's up Cap?" I asked, hoping he just wanted to hang out or something.

"Do you really know what's up with Natasha?" He asked. If it was Tony I would just roll my eyes, ignore him, and keep walking. But Cap was different. With Cap he had this sorta thing where you couldn't lie to him, he was damn Captain America after all.

I sighed, "I don't know specifics I just know she gets-" I paused trying to think of the right word, "Distracted on today every year."

He looked me in the eye and gave me his supporting smile, "You and Natasha are close. It's not my place to ask what's wrong, but it can be yours." Steve then patted my shoulders and walked to his room.

Was it really my place? I knew she had her secrets. Just because she knew most of mine didn't mean I get to know most of hers. If I didn't do it who else would?

I went to Nat's room and quietly knocked on the door. "Clint if that's you now is not a good time," I heard her say from the other side of the door. She knew none of the other avengers would come to her after the disastrous mission we had.

"We have to talk...please," I pleaded with her. She opened the door and let me in. I could see in her face that she wanted me to be anywhere but here and I could see something in the back of her eyes that looked like sadness.

"I need you to talk to me. I've known you the longest and almost every year since we met on March fourth you get upset. And I know you didn't like to share, but I just want you to let me in."

She looked at me with her green eyes and sighed, "You have to promise not to hate me."

I smiled, "You know I could never hate you," it made me happy I was getting through.

"Remember how about 14 years ago I went on that mission in Egypt?" She asked me.

I nodded, "Yeah, the mission never existed, but I covered for you because you said you were doing something important in Egypt. It was when you first started with Shield and everyone had just assumed you ran off back to...well you know."

She carefully slid a wooden box out from under her bed, "I never went to Egypt, I was here in New York the whole time." Natasha then opened the wooden box and held up a photograph, "I was here having her."

The picture was of Natasha looking exhausted holding a little baby girl wrapped up in a blanket, she was adorable.

"What happened?" I asked. obviously she didn't have a 14 year old kid around her.

She looked down at the photo, "I had a closed adoption. I didn't want her to be hurt because of the life I was living. I didn't want people to use her to get to me." I could see a small tear sliding down her cheek.

"Who's the dad?" I asked almost fearing the answer.

"Clint," she paused looking up at me, "We weren't ready to be parents, I'm sorry I never told you but we just weren't ready."

I was starting to get mad, anger boiling up inside of me, "How could you keep her from me?" I asked horrified, "We were best friends, even though we had fun with each other back then didn't mean I wasn't ready to be a dad." I looked her straight in the eye, I knew why she didn't want to talk to me today. For the past fourteen years on this date she probably used all her energy to look in my eye and lie. "Were you ever gonna tell me about her?" I asked.

"You have Laura who's pregnant now. You have two kids. You didn't need to know about her," Natasha said to me, "It was best for her."

I was doing my best to try and contain my anger, "We would have protected her! Where is she now?"

Natasha looked shocked I had asked that, "You can't go destroy her life now! She has spent to fourteen years of her life fine without us. Clint she doesn't need you." I felt like someone stabbed me in the chest. She didn't have the right to tell me my own daughter didn't need me, after she lied about her existence to me.

"So you've been spying on her?" I questioned Natasha.

She nodded, "I wanted make sure was safe and she is." I cleared my throat, "Where is she?"

Natasha closed her eyes and slowly opened them while shaking her head, "Clint, I'm not gonna tell you. She's safe, and I think you need to leave now." She opened the door and basically kicked me out. I didn't even have time to process I had another kid out there.

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"Please just do it Stark," I told Tony on the phone.

"What do you want me to do show her my newest suit?" He joked.

"I don't care just distract her for ten minutes, I need to do something."

"Why didn't you just ask Bruce to do it? She'll see right through me and you know that," Tony whined.

I rolled my eyes, "Bruce said no, so right now I just need you to pull it together and distract her.

" I could hear Tony's hesitation over the phone, "Alright, I don't know why you want me to distract her, but it can't be more confusing then why your calling me from your room when I'm literally two doors down." I mumbled a thanks as a headed to Nat's room.

A checked my phone and I saw a text that said, alright go, before I entered her room. I shut the door silently so now one would walk by and see me snooping through her stuff.

I slid the wooden box out from under the bed. No passcode, no lock, nothing. She must have been so confident no one would go through her stuff. If she had a baby picture in the box I'm sure she had other things. As well. I had to meet my daughter. I was transferring all the energy I had from anger for Natasha into trying to find her.

In the box on top was the picture. Next was Doctor records a couple years old, I guess Nat wanted to check her health. After the records were some stories and poems I guess Natasha stole from her without her knowing. Their was no address, nothing. Barton your a idiot, I told myself. I went back to the doctor records, of course they had a address on there!

My phone buzzed and I quickly checked. Tony sent me, run and fast. I slid the box under the bed quickly and exited the room, without a trace I was their.

I met Tony in the kitchen, "Thanks for doing that."

He took a sip of Vodka, "No problem, any chance you'd tell what it was about?"

"I will if you do me a favor," I told him.

"Like what?" Tony asked while tilted his glass to the left and right.

I took a deep breath, "Come with me to meet someone, I'm to nervous to go alone."

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