a/n: SURPRISE! It's here! And better than ever! Welcome to the new LICP, Venom. Welcome old and new people alike! I'm so happy you're here! Thanks, loves for all your continued support! We're going to have a fun time here in the world of, Venom. I'm really excited to start this new journey with you all :)

-Kitty

Chapter 1:

I sat there in a swinging bench, watching the sunset, by the clear, clean, beautiful lake water, curled up in the arms of the one person I've ever loved. I closed my eyes, and soaked in paradise. This is the first time ever Clint and I could be together without the worries of getting caught, the stresses of our job, or the fear of being killed, and I loved it. The respective group of "The Avengers," have all decided to part their ways, and take a little "vacation." Bruce went back to India, Natasha went to Russia, Thor to Asgard, Steve stayed in New York, Tony went to his home in Malibu, and that left Clint and I. We asked Fury if we could just stay on board, since neither of really had anywhere to go, but Fury just gave us the keys to his Lake house, and said "Get Out."

"You're so cute when you're asleep." Clint whispered to me, gently pushing back my hair and kissing my forehead.

Apparently he thinks I'm asleep. Challenge accepted.

He picked me up bridal style and carried me inside.

"You should get your rest somewhere more comfortable." He said laying me on my bed. I wanted to tell him that there really wasn't any place more comfortable to me than his arms, but I was still playing "asleep."

He walked to the door. "Goodnight, Love" He said as he began to leave.

"Clint, wait." I said sitting upright.

He chuckled like he knew I was awake all along, and came and sat next to me.

"Does my face look O.K.?" I asked quietly. The accident last summer had left me with two choices, plastic surgery, or letting my face try to heal itself, I chose letting it heal itself, but that road turned out to be long, and painful. One of the reasons I loved our little lake oasis is that I never really had to go out in public. Half of my face was covered in patches of awful blisters and scabs, while the other half was still completely normal. This earned me a lot of strange looks, and whispers. Grocery check out lines, or places where I had to interact face to face with strangers was the worst. I always kept on my sunglasses. I didn't like the fame that came with being a hero. My profession was highly based off of not being noticed in the first place. I'm surprised with how people don't put two and two (The Mouse has very distinctive facial flaws yet no one has asked if it's me) together.

"Your face is beautiful." Clint said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"No, my scars and..."

Clint cut me off by putting a finger to my lips. "Your whole face." He said, lightly planting tiny kisses across the hurt side of my face.

"Thank you." I muttered.

"Goodnight Scarlette." He said getting up.

"Stay. Please." I said, grabbing his hand and holding it close to my chest.

"Why should I?" He smirked.

"Because I want you to." I said stubbornly.

"There's a lot of things I want you to do, that you won't." He said

"Like what?!" I said laughing.

"I don't know." He said casually. "Like, hurry up an marry me?"

I paused for a moment. "Clint, I told you, we need to wait. Wait until my face looks better, and I can walk down the aisle without a crutch." I said sternly

"Scar, I know you too well. Outside appearances don't matter to you" He said frowning. "What's really making you wait."

"S.H.I.E.L.D" I sighed.

"How are they keeping you..."

"THEY don't have anything to do with it." I interrupted him. "I just don't think our profession is the best one to just start a family in the middle of.

"But we aren't really working right now. We're alone, and together." He said sweetly

"Yeah, but it won't last." I smiled meekly.

"Can I have a time estimate?" He asked.

"I'll tell you when I know for sure." I said, placing my hands on his face, bringing him down to me, kissing him softly on the lips, and then letting him go.

"Promise?" He asked, sticking out his pinky finger.

"Promise." I said, looping my pinky finger through his.

"Goodnight Scar." He said smiling and walking to the door. "This time I mean it."

"Goodnight, Clint." I said laughing.