Clint Barton, agent codename Hawkeye, got a lot more than what he bargained for when he fell in love with his long-time partner and best friend, Natasha Romanoff, the Russian spitfire redhead spy. To his surprise, while she played hard to get, she returned his affections.

They made an unstoppable duo then. And they were even more inseparable now.

Because Natasha was in labor.

In a few hours, he would get to hold his son- or daughter, in his arms. He would get to mop up every mess the child could throw. He would get to teach it how to shoot a bow. He would-

"Hey, hey, hey! Make way for the future godfather of the bundle of joy, will ya?"

The father-to-be rolled his eyes, sighing, as Tony Stark, with Pepper by his side, made his way into the waiting room, accompanied by the Avengers.

Oh, yes. The Avengers. The kid's soon-to-be crowd of uncles and aunty. Would that strip him of cuddling time? Probably. His greatest foe to compete for the baby: Thor.

"Mr… uh, Mr. Smirnov?"

"Present." Clint jumped to his feet, bow fingers twitching as he made his way to his beloved's hospital room.

Behind him, he could hear Ironman googling his fake last name, then guffawing in laughter.

But Natasha was his only focus now.

"C- Barry?" she whispered, exhausted. Her once flaming red hair was dull, and clung to sweat-drenched face in a curtain. Her throat was hoarse from screaming.

"I'm here, darling." he replied, encircling his arms around her as he rested his chin on her head, lips near her ear.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be with you." he whispered. "Fury didn't want a slip-up like Agent Skylar, eight years ago."

"Oh that's alright, because it gives me the chance to kill you later." she replied through her teeth.

"Mr. and Mrs Smirnov?" The nurse asked tentatively, holding the bundle close to her ginormous bosom.

"Give me my baby." Natasha deadpanned, her jade eyes flaming with impatience. She pursed her lips, and attempted to look threatening, which she managed, as sweat-soaked as she was. Clint hid a smile in her hair.

The nurse practically thrust the baby into her arms and promptly fled, while the two spies looked fervently into the face of their newborn daughter.

Yes, daughter.

She was beautiful.

Curls of flaming red hair framed her pale, heart-shaped face. She wasn't crying, no, she was looking up at them with the same curiosity as they had looking down at her.

Her eyes were the color of storm clouds before the rain hit.

"Iolani." his wife cooed, as the baby started to drift off to sleep.

"What?" he replied, too engrossed in his daughter's peaceful face to truly comprehend what she was saying.

"You heard me. Her name is Iolani."

Iolani Arachne Barton, as she was named, proved to have her mother's beauty and cunning and her father's observant eye as the years progressed.

At the age of five, she could understand what most of her parents were saying, sometimes piping in with opinions of her own, and was highly educated in the languages of both English AND Russian.

At the age of nine, she had her own toy bow, courtesy of Tony Stark, and was shooting away at the targets he set up in the archery room.

Thirteen, and her archery skills were second only to her father, her honeyed tongue cunning and as fast as a viper. She knew just how to make people trust her, and their weak spots.

Both Natasha and Clint loved their little girl, but she was a constant worry, especially now that her parents' enemy list was getting longer and longer.

If- someone were to take her… what would they do?

And that day came.

But it wasn't Iolani who was taken.

It was Natasha.

Author's Note:

I love Avengers, especially Clint and Natasha. I think they'll have a great, unique, passionate story, which is something I intend to work on :)

Note: This is rated T for now. It may be upgraded to M later.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Avengers. If I did, you'll see more kissing scenes between our favorite assassins.

PenRoseAmber, peace out!