'Clinton Barton from the United States of America.' Natasha's breath caught from behind the coach Phil. Her boyfriend raised his arms in acknowledgement, and winked at her. 'Focus on the game, Barton.' Phil muttered, but Natasha knew he was equally as nervous as she was. The game started.

'I don't understand how you even watch this.' Bruce muttered behind his hands, peering out from between his fingers. 'This is so fucking scary.' He moaned. 'He has a formidable opponent.' Thor announced. 'Yup, the best that South Korea has to offer.' Steve muttered. 'I don't like that I know this.'

Clint and Kim were neck to neck, both shooting with strong accuracy. The whole venue was silent, watching the best archers in the world compete.

At one moment Clint seemed to be leading. But the next shot Kim gets out scores higher. The other moment it seems that Kim was going to lead, and then Clint does this spectacular shot that brought him up front again.

'There's the last shot.' Phil said fron the front. 'They're just one point apart.' Natasha shivered. One freaking point. Kim steadied and shot. A 9.8. 'Oh no.' Tony moaned clutching Bruce's arm.

Natasha only had eyes for Clint. Clint swallowed, a bob of his adam's apple. Almost the whole of America- scratch that, the world world was watching this 22 year old, Olympic first-timer (he was sick for the last one) shoot the shot that would determine where the gold medal would go. Clint raised the bow, strung the arrow across, and pulled. He levelled the arrow, staring intently at the target. 'I'm scared.' Natasha whimpered. Her hand gripped Phil's shoulders (the man would claim that she had stopped blood circulation for hours, but, Nataha knew the coach was equally as nervous).

Clint released the arrow.

Time seemed to stop as the score emerged on the screen. 10.

The venue emerged in shouts and screams as Clint stared at the arrow in disbelievement. Then, realization sinked in. And he pumped his fist in the air, his face split into a wide grin.

He hurridly exchanged hugs and shakes with the other competitors and rushed towards Phil, hugging him with all it was worth. He was jumping up and down like a little boy, but that was who Clint Barton was.

Clint finally released Phil, and his arms went to Nataha who was close to tears. His strong arms lifted her up from the spectator's stand and they pecked each other's lips, both grinning like fools, their foreheads touching. 'Tasha,' Clint said, brushing away a strand of hair that had fell into her eyes, 'Will you marry me?' He asked, 'I don't have any ring here, but…'

Natasha cut him off as she screamed 'Of course I do you dumbass!' Their friends were catcalling and clapping their hands in joy as Clint laughed, a throaty laugh as he lifted Natasha and twirled her around.

EPILOGUE

'How does it feel, becoming a gold medallist in your first Olympics?'

'Happy, it's a definite. I'm also kinda relieved, because, well, a lot of people helped me train, and I owe my skills to them.'

'For example?'

'Uh, my coach Phil, and the Head coach Nick, if not for them I wouldn't have had the chance to become a representative of America. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, the bunch of hooligans and my best friends, I think I ditched them more than ten times to train and they all came today. My brother, Barney, he was the one who introduced archery to me and gave me my first bow. Most of all Natasha. She's my girl- uh, you could say fiance now, she's supported me through all this time.'

'Yes, I believe the whole world saw you propose to your girlfriend.'

'Uh, it was more a spur of the moment thing. Yep, definitely sudden.'

'Good luck to you and your fiance! Winding up here, we move to shooting with defending champion from USA the snarky Darcy Lewis…'

Heh, sorry for the crappy ending, but I don't know how to end it *sticks tongue out