When they reached the mountain's summit, Clint and Natasha got out the sandwiches they had packed then sat down for lunch.
"So what do you think Stark's gonna do?" Natasha asked.
"I have no idea, something stupid probably." Clint chuckled.
"That man just doesn't know when to give up."
"Neither do you." The archer joked.
"Well at least I don't going around trying to be a matchmaker to people who are perfectly happy." She defended.
"Are you perfectly happy?" Clint questioned.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I asked. Are you perfectly happy with the way your life is?"
"It's better than my life before." she shrugged. "Are you happy?"
"It's definitely a step up from the circus." Clint replied. There was silence for a moment. "Tasha?"
"Yeah?"
"What were you going to say back there about why you can't let us be even for me saving you?"
"Nothing." Natasha replied quickly looking down at her hands. Clint put one hand on her shoulder then used the other to gently life her chin.
"Nat?" he said quietly looking into her eyes. Suddenly, Natasha slammed her lips against Clint's. He sat in shock for a moment before snapping out of it and kissing back passionately. When they parted to breathe, Natasha looked into the archer's eyes.
"I never forgave myself of my debt to you because you didn't just save my life, you completed it." She whispered. Clint wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that. I always knew that you thought that love was for children, but I never let myself give up the hope that one day I could change your mind because I love you, Tasha, more than I have ever loved anyone."
"I love you too, Clint." Natasha replied then closed the gap between their lips once more.
"This is insane! You must be using some kind of magic!" Tony complained as Thor reeled in his fifth fish of the day.
"I give my word that I have not used any sorcery. I am the god of thunder, not a magician." Thor promised.
"Well, all I know is that you've caught like five fish and I haven't even gotten a bite!" the billionaire huffed.
"I'm sorry if I have dishonored you, Tony." The demigod said as he threw the fish back into the lake.
"You haven't, Thor, he's just a sore loser." Steve smirked.
"I am not! Besides, I'll bet that all the little fish in this lake have some kind of conspiracy against me!"
"You seriously think that all the fish got together and made an agreement to not bite your hook?" the captain raised an eyebrow.
"We've seen stranger things and you know it!" Tony defended.
"He speaks the truth. I have seen some very interesting things through the centuries." Thor agreed.
"Centuries? How old are you exactly?" Steve questioned.
"I do not know how my age would translate into Midgardian years, but I'm a lot older than any of you." The demigod explained.
"Man, and all this time I thought Cap here was the only old man." Tony said.
"I am not old! The time I spent in the ice didn't count." Steve protested.
"Dude, you hung out with my dad in World War II. That alone makes you old." The billionaire sneered. Steve groaned then went back to his drawing.
"So what are we going to do for dinner this evening?" Thor asked.
"I don't know. Hey, Bruce, what are we having for dinner?" Tony called to the man reading in his tent.
"I don't know. We'll ask Clint and Natasha when they get back." The doctor replied.
"Where are those two anyway? It's been two and a half hours." The billionaire remarked.
"It's a big mountain, Tony, and they said they were going to stop and have lunch on the summit. It'll take them a while." Steve pointed out. Suddenly, Thor got another bite.
"Ah, come on!"
"We should get back." Clint said hesitantly pulling out of Natasha's grasp.
"I know, Thor is probably already asking about dinner." She chuckled as they packed up their stuff.
"Yeah, but we haven't heard any massive roars of destruction so that's a good sign."
"True, so about what's just happened…" Natasha began.
"What?"
"Are you going to tell the others?"
"Of course not! If Tony found out, do you have any idea how many 'I told you so's' we'd get? He'd never let it go!"
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." The redhead nodded as they continued down the trail.
"Hey, Nat?' Clint asked.
"Yeah?"
"Are we like… officially together now?" the archer inquired nervously. Natasha laughed.
"We just made out and said we loved each other, I think it's safe to say we're together." She replied. Clint visibly relaxed at this making Natasha laugh even more.
"So are we ever going to tell the others?"
"I guess we'll have to eventually. Just not yet." She replied. Clint nodded in agreement with a huge grin on his face. "What are you smiling about, Barton?"
"Oh, I was just thinking of all the devastated faces when the ladies find out I'm off the market." He smirked. Natasha rolled her eyes.
"Oh please, you haven't been on the market for a long time. I've personally made sure the ladies knew that."
"So you're one of those 'if I can't have him, no one can' people?" the archer questioned.
"No, I just didn't appreciate all those airheads drooling over you. You deserve better."
"Better as in you? Because if you ask me, I've always thought you deserved better than me. Of course, that didn't stop me from politely telling any new recruits that I caught salivating over you to back off."
"Politely?" Natasha questioned with a smirk.
"Okay, I may have threatened to shoot them in the eye, but details aren't important. All that matters now is that I am yours, and you are mine." Clint said then grabbed Natasha and spun her around so that their lips could meet. Natasha smiled into the kiss. After a few moments, she pulled away.
"Come on, Romeo, we need to get back before the others file a missing persons report." Natasha said then started back down the trail. They arrived back at the campsite thirty minutes later and found Tony pouting in a chair.
"What's wrong, Tony? You look like someone stole your last toy." Clint remarked.
"Thor has caught I don't know how many fish and I haven't gotten a single bite! I'm telling you there's a conspiracy!" the billionaire complained.
"How was the hike?" Steve asked looking up from his sketch pad.
"Great, the view was amazing." Natasha said with a smile.
"I'm glad you two had fun, because I was stuck here listening to Tony complain the entire time." Bruce remarked as he emerged from his tent.
"Here, Tony, let me see your pole." Clint said. The billionaire begrudgingly complied and the archer reeled in the line. "There's no bait on this, genius." He observed then started to laugh. Tony's mouth hung open.
"It's okay, Tony, even the smartest if scholars make mistakes." Thor assured.
"Told you it wasn't a conspiracy." Steve smirked.
"I hate fishing." Tony grumbled then marched off to his tent.
"So what do you two want to do for dinner?" Bruce asked.
"I don't care. It's only 4:00 so we have a couple of hours to decide." Natasha shrugged.
"What shall we do until then?" Thor asked.
"I have an idea." Clint said. He walked over to his tent and dragged out a big box.
"What's in there?" Bruce asked. The archer held up his pointer finger then punched in the combination on the lock.
"You brought your bow?" Steve asked as Clint held up the weapon in triumph.
"Never leave home without it. But don't worry, I brought some other things to make it more team friendly." He smiled. He pulled out five other less impressive bows and quivers and some stand up targets.
"Man, you really don't pack light, do you?" Steve said.
"He thinks he's a boy scout." Natasha smirked.
"Well, I knew Tony would run out of team bonding ideas soon enough, so I thought I'd come prepared." Clint shrugged as he set up six bullseyes in front of the woods.
"So you're going to show us archery?" Thor questioned.
"You guys got any better ideas?" Clint asked. The four shook their heads. "Good, now someone go drag Tony out of his little pouting session."
"I shall retrieve the son of Stark." Thor announced. He went over to the billionaire's tent and unzipped it. Tony groaned about not wanting to get up so Thor scooped him up fireman style and carried him over to where the others were.
"This is stupid." Tony grumbled.
"Stop pouting. You're the one who planned this trip and so far the only art of the team you've tried to bond is Tasha and I." Clint said. "Now, this is how an arrow looks when it's shot properly." He began. He loaded an arrow into his bow and hit the center of the target with ease.
"Show off." Tony muttered.
"Actually, Tony, that's not showing off at all. This is showing off." The archer returned. He then went into a frenzy where he shot eight more arrows while closing his eyes and turning around. The arrows made a perfect circle around the arrow in the very center of the bullseye. Clint then walked to the target and retrieved his arrows. "Any questions? Good, now have fun." He smirked.
The team spent the next hour trying to hit the targets while Hawkeye watched on in amusement. Tony was by far the worst, losing more arrows then hit the target. Bruce and Thor weren't as bad as Tony, but it was obvious they weren't competent archers. Steve and Natasha managed a couple bullseyes, but they were nothing compared to the great Clint Barton.
"You make it look so easy." Steve remarked as he picked up his arrows and put them back in the box along with his bow and target.
"Well I've had years of practice. It's like you and your shield throwing. Have you ever played Frisbee?"
"Not really, I used to get hit by Frisbees a lot when I was a kid." The captain chuckled.
"You are truly a fine archer, Clint Barton, but as for me, I think I'll stick with Mjolnir." Thor boomed. "Now, what shall we do for dinner?"
"Ask Chef Boyardee." Tony sneered.
"Wow, Tony, that's real creative." Clint rolled his eyes. "But I guess since I'm the only competent cook, I guess I'll fix some pasta for dinner. That okay with everyone?" After getting the other Avengers' approval, Clint got out the pot and stove and began boiling some water.
"So, what did you two do on that three hour long hike?" Tony asked with a smirk.
sorry again if it sucked towards the end and please answer my A/N question