Don't Touch Lola
Clint takes Natasha to his house after school one day. Can be read with That's the Way I Loved You but I doesn't have to be. This would take place before TTWILY. In this story Phil is Clint's adoptive father.
Clint parks his old beat up red pick-up truck in the in the drive-way of his parents' house.
"Nice place," says Natasha, getting out of his truck.
"Come on. I'll show you my bow," Clint says as they enter through the garage.
"Your wha- who's car is that?!" she says, walking towards the red convertible.
"That's Dad's."
"Are you aloud to drive it?" she asks with a mischievous grin, reaching for the door handle.
"Uhhh, I wouldn't do th-"
"Don't touch Lola!" a voice is heard yelling from the house and Natasha yanks her hand back.
"What- Who was that?!"
"That would be my dad." Clint says smiling.
"How did he. . ." she wonders off.
"He just knows. And to answer your question: No, I'm not allowed to drive it. Not even Mom is. Heck, Dad barely drives his 'precious baby'."
"That's a shame." she looks longingly at the car.
"Don't even think about it!" the same voice is heard again.
"So this bow. . ." she says turning to Clint.