Natasha and Clint left the facility together. Once they were out of the building, Clint turned to her.

"You have to go to London." It was more of a statement then a question. He had long since gotten used to her making certain decisions on her own. It bothered him at first, but then he learned that it was because she used to not be able to make her own decisions. Sometimes she needed to make her own choices and he was okay with that.

"You know I have too," she said looking up at him. "I need to make sure he's alright."

Her eyes were concerned. He knew she had to go. Clint and the guys used to tease her about being the mom of the team. She was always making sure they ate, slept, and socialized. When she found out about it, she just told them they were all grounded. In all seriousness, she was a good mother; she always made sure each of her children (biolological or not) were okay.

"I know. Go take care of your boys," he said with a smile. Any other time she would be annoyed by the joke, but not today. Natasha reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck while Clint put his arms around her waist in a tight hug.

"I'll be back soon," she said, slightly muffled against her arms. Clint kissed her on her cheek and pulled away with a smile.

"We'll be okay until you get back, Tash. Don't worry," he reassured.

"You're right. Okay," she smiled for a moment and then remembered something.

"Don't forget to help Alina with her project! She can't use the glue by herself and— "

"Natasha go," he interrupted, snickering. It amused him how, no matter how many times she had to leave for a day or two, she always worried that Clint would forget something. (Though, in her defense he did forget some things.) She stopped and pecked him on the lips.

"Alright. Love you," she says as he pulls her back in for another kiss.

"I love you too."

Mother /muhth-er/

A term of address for a female parent or a woman having or regarded as having the status, function, or authority of a female parent.