Dislcaimer: I don't own The Avengers, just having some fun with the characters.

Summary: When everyone is trying to convince you that the person you would die for and kill for was dead, would you believe them or would you follow your own heart?

Always Knowing the Truth

Prologue

(Natasha POV)

I watched as the snow fell outside my window of my new home. Usually I never cared much for such little details before, snow wasn't new to me, but yet this year I had a different outlook on everything. I was watching as two children, one with red curly hair and the other sandy-blond hair making snow angels in the ground.

I just smiled, they would never know the true horrors of their mother's past, they would never have to go the trials and tribulations like I had gone through. They were going to be allowed to be children.

As I stood there, I could hear the bedroom door open and soft footsteps move across the carpeted floor. His strong arms went around my waist and I leaned back against him with tease. "They seem like they're having fun," Clint commented as he stared out the window.

"Yeah, even though I wish Valera would keep her gloves on," I said with a sigh.

"Stubborn, like her mom," Clint commented, kissing the top of my head before letting me go.

I turned around as he walked out of the room. "Where are you going?" I asked as I followed him.

"Why should Valera and Luka get all the fun?" he asked me as he went down the stairs.

I shook my head as he tossed my jacket and hat to me. "Come on, Nat, just because we're not searching for our next target, doesn't mean we have to be boring," he told her.

"Who's the child? Our kids or you?" I asked as I pulled on my jacket.

He just smirked at me before he went outside. I walked outside as he ran over to our son, grabbing the boy from behind and swinging him around the air as our children were laughing like crazy. Our children, never thought that would ever come into my mind. Valera stood up from the ground and ran to me, her red curls bouncing around her shoulders. "Mommy, they fall off," she told me as she held up her gloves.

"They did huh?" I asked as I squatted down, holding her tiny hands between my hands, "Your hands are freezing маленький ангел." (Little angel)

Velara stared at me with her father's big blue-green eyes, making me smile at her as I fixed the hat on her head before putting her gloves back on her hands. "Make sure they stay on this time," I told her. She nodded before she ran over to her brother and father, wrapping her arms around Clint's leg.

"I'm being attacked," Clint said laughing as the kids were trying to push him into the snow.

"That's what you get for trying to be a kid," I told him, laughing.

He just looked at me and he got the kids off of him. "Don't you dare," I told him, knowing exactly what he was going to do. Clint ran at me and he grabbed me around the waist, lifting me up under his arm as he swung me around. I was laughing, but then I was able to get my ankle around his leg, making him lose his balance.

Clint fell back into the snow and I moved fast, pinning him there. "Not fair," he told me.

"When have I ever been fair?" I asked him smiling.

He got his hand loose and he pulled me down into a kiss. "You're the cheater," I told him after I pulled back. I playfully pushed him into snow again before I got off him. I could hear my children laughing like crazy as they were watching their parents playfully chase each other in the snow.

(Clint POV)

I grabbed my wife around her waist again and we both fell back on the ground, both trying to catch our breaths from laughing so hard. I held onto her as if my life depended on it, because it wasn't that long ago that these moments were almost completely gone. The moments where chasing each other and our kids on a winter day were nothing but a dream in my head. Natasha smiled at me before she got up from the snow. "Time to go in, it's late," she called to Luka and Valera.

I sat up in the snow, watching as my family went inside and looked out at the vast amount of land we had now. "Clint!" I heard Natasha call for me. I looked back at her to see her waiting for me. "Are you coming?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.

I grabbed my discarded hat from the snow and walked up the stone steps to our house. Natasha smiled at me as she reached for my hand and I pressed a kiss to her knuckles as we went inside to get our kids settled down for the night.