Seventeen year old Anastasia-Grace lay on the couch curled into her father's side, fast asleep. That day was the day of the United States Women's Gymnastics Trials for the Olympics. Only six girls could go to London and she was one of the lucky six. Her parents were able to attend and it was the best day of her life.
Her father, Agent Clint Barton of S.H.E.I.L.D. or Hawkeye as he was known, lay beside her. He too was sleeping, while her mother, Natasha Romanov, who was also an agent, sat across from them, reading a book. It was a six hour flight back to their house in the Shenandoah Valley. The two couldn't be more proud of their daughter than they were today.
Natasha looked up at her husband and daughter and smiled. The three were very close and always spent time together when the two weren't in the field. Anastasia had snuggled up against her father and had her head under his chin, both sleeping on their sides, facing Natasha. Anastasia had her mother's red hair and her father's blue eyes. But she also inherited her father's personality and her mother's temper. But she had been taught since she was little how to use a bow and arrow and to fight by both her parents. Being the daughter of two master assassins had their perks.
However, while she was watching the two, Clint had begun to wake up. He felt as if someone was watching him. Then he remembered that Natasha was still awake and was most likely the person doing the watching. He had fallen asleep a few moments after his daughter did, finally able to relax after two stressful days of gymnastics. Anastasia had been the last to make it into the final rounds on day two of the trials. She had proven that she was a potential threat to both China and Russia at the upcoming Olympics. Natasha and he had been very proud when she entered the arena with her head held high, even if she was in the bottom spot. He was very proud of her.
"You're watching me again." Clint mumbled. "I was, but it was the both of you…she does the same thing you do." She smiled. "And what is that?" Clint asked, opening his blue eyes. "Smiles in her sleep when she's happy." She smiled. "Well, she also wraps her arm around my biceps like you do." He smirked, causing the black widow to smile. "She's done that since she was born." Natasha said, as Anastasia began to wake up. "That is true…Morning sleepy head." Clint replied, kissing her curly red hair.
Anastasia rubbed her eyes, smudging the mascara and eye liner she wore from the trails. She looked up at her father who was smiling at her. Then she looked over at Natasha who was smiling at her too, pride still evident in her eyes. Anastasia smiled back at her mother and father.
"Morning…how long was I sleeping?" Anastasia asked, as Clint sat up and stretched. "About three hours…you both were out like a light shortly after take-off." Natasha replied, causing Anastasia to laugh when she heard her father had fallen asleep as well. "Dad falling asleep doesn't surprise me…he always does." Anastasia smirked, causing her mother to smile. "That is very true, Anya." She said. "Yes, but you do too, shorty." Clint teased, messing with the mass of red curls on the top of her head. "Hey, no messing with the bun…it took me four hours to get it to stay in place so I wouldn't get a deduction." Anya said, releasing her hair from the elastic and hair pins. "You could always cut it." Clint teased, knowing that Natasha would laugh. Anya sat up and laid her head on her father's shoulder.
The last time Anastasia got her hair cut, it made her look like a boy. From that day on, she had been terrified to cut her hair shorter than her shoulders. Clint knew that she hated her hair short.
"Uhm…I think not…I like my hair long." She said. "I do too, so what was your favorite part about the trails?" He asked, as Natasha moved from her seat to sit on the other side on Clint. "Um that is hard to choose, but when they announced who made the team…it was the best and scariest part of the trails…but I had fun doing the floor routine too." Anya replied, causing her mother to smile. "I hated that part when they announced the Olympic team members…It would have been hard to see you upset like that." Clint told her. "Really…well I guess I can see why…I still had fun though." Anya told them. "I know…soon there will be an Olympian running around the house." Natasha smiled, making her husband and daughter smirk. "I still think you should have tried to make the archery team." Clint teased. Anastasia looked up at him and stuck her tongue out at him, causing the archer to do the same at her. "You two are so childish." Natasha said. "And proud of it." They replied, making her roll her eyes.
The three continued to talk for another three hours until their plane arrived back in Virginia. After that it was another two hours to home. The Barton family spent the rest of the day catching up and talking for the first time in nearly 3 month of Anastasia being away at the Olympic Training Center in Colorado.
AN: Okay I know it is going to be a little off with the personalities of Hawkeye and Black Widow, but bear with me. Its kinda going to be a slight AU fic…so don't -kill me. Please review and tell me what you think. Also the only characters I own is Anastasia-Grace.