Clint knew he was going to get a little bit of crap for the autograph book but knowing that Jeremy would like it was enough to make up for it. The Avengers were at Stark Tower, scattered around the entertainment room on the top floor. Clint passed the book to Steve first.

"What's this for?" Steve asked, opening the blank pages.

"It's an autograph book." Clint gave him a pen. "It's for a friend."

"What's her name?" Tony asked, sipping from his glass of Scotch.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Clint replied, taking the book from Steve after he signed it. He passed it to Bruce next, who looked amused at where this conversation was heading.

"Mmhmm." Tony said. "If you say it like you mean it, I may believe you. What's her name?"

Clint sighed, knowing that Tony wouldn't drop it until he answered. "Her name is Charlie but the book is for her son."

"She's got a kid?" Tony raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "This just keeps getting better. Has it really been so long since you had a date that you're resorting to bribery?"

"It's not a bribe." Clint countered, giving the book to Natasha. She gave him a look but signed it. "He's a fan, that's all."

"Oh, so you're going to start having us sign for every fan you see?" Tony asked as Clint held the book out in front of him.

"Just sign it, Stark." Clint held his gaze.

"Sure thing, Legolas." Tony signed his name with a flourish. "Quick question: who's his favorite?"

"He didn't say." Clint replied too quickly.

"Yeah, he did." Tony finished his drink and went to the bar to pour another. "So who is it? Is it me? Capsicle? Romanoff? I bet it's Romanoff."

Clint looked through the book to make sure Tony didn't sign anything inappropriate. He'd have to call in a favor to have Thor sign it but that wasn't a big deal. Tony tossed an ice cube at the back of his head and Clint stopped. "It's me."

Tony started to laugh but stopped when Clint turned to stare at him. "Wait. Are you serious?"

Clint didn't reply as he got into the elevator and made his escape from Stark Tower.

Charlie had to pull a few strings but she got switched to the day shift so she could spend her nights with Jeremy. Clint had been called away on another business trip a few days after the party and Charlie hadn't heard from him since he left and that was almost two weeks ago.

"Maybe you're a horrible kisser." Sarah suggested jokingly as Charlie marked a patient's chart. A delivery boy carrying a flower arrangement stopped at the nurse's station.

"I've got a delivery for Charlie Harrison." He said, placing the flowers on the counter.

"That's me." Charlie said, taking in the large arrangement of roses. "Are you sure these are for me?"

"If you're Charlie Harrison, then yeah." He left and Charlie stared at the roses.

"Is there a card?" Sarah asked, nudging Charlie with her elbow.

Charlie found the card and pulled it out of the small envelope to read it.

Be ready tonight at 8.

Clint

"Maybe you're not a bad kisser." Sarah corrected her earlier statement.

"Excuse me, but I've dislocated my shoulder." A redheaded woman stopped the conversation. "Could you help me?"

"Of course." Charlie smiled brightly at the woman. "Let me just get a few things from you first. What's your name?"

"Natasha Romanoff." She said, clutching her shoulder and wincing in pain.

Charlie saw her wince and stood. "Let's get you taken care of."

"Thank you." Natasha smiled painfully at Charlie as she led her to a bed. Drawing the curtain for some privacy, Charlie put gloves on and felt Natasha's shoulder. "Those were very pretty flowers. Were they from your husband?"

"I'm not married." Charlie corrected with a friendly tone.

"Sorry." Natasha winced again as Charlie examined her shoulder. "Boyfriend then?"

"More like a neighbor I went on a date with." Charlie smiled as she thought about the date. "Well, it was kind of a date. It was my son's birthday at the carnival two weeks ago."

"You haven't heard from him since?" Natasha asked.

"He's on a business trip." Charlie explained. She had developed a technique that allowed her to pop a dislocated shoulder back and have it be relatively painless. She put Natasha's shoulder back with a click. "You're all set."

"Impressive." Natasha stretched her arm and stood. "Thank you."

"No problem." Charlie smiled again. "I can ask a doctor to write a prescription for painkillers, if you think you'll need them."

"No. I'll be fine." Natasha replied and left.

"Char, if you want to head out, I'll finish your paperwork." Sarah told her when she returned.

"Thanks, Sarah." Charlie checked her watch. "I've got to pick up Jeremy and get him ready to hang out at his dad's this weekend."

"Good luck with that." Sarah said as Charlie picked up the vase. Charlie had told her about Brian and his inability to keep a promise to Jeremy.

Charlie called Brian again to make sure he was waiting at her apartment when she got there. She picked up Jeremy and he was excited to see Brian waiting for him.

"Dad!" Jeremy hugged Brian tightly.

"Hey buddy." Brian ruffled his hair when Jeremy released him. Charlie unlocked the apartment and let them in.

"That's what Mr. Barton calls me." Jeremy tossed his backpack on the couch.

"Who's Mr. Barton?" Brian tossed a pointed glance at Charlie.

"He's Mom's boyfriend." Jeremy quipped.

"What?" Brian said at the same time Charlie said, "Why don't you go get your suitcase, Jer?"

"Okay." Jeremy ran to his room.

"You're dating?" Brian asked Charlie.

"It's none of your business." Charlie said, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

"It's you." Brian said, stepping closer to the counter. "Of course it's my business."

"Pretty sure you lost any say you had in my life when you started sleeping with Stephanie." Charlie snapped. "What I do in my spare time isn't any of your business."

"Who you bring around my kid is my business." Brian spit back. "Who you're screwing when Jeremy's in the house is my business."

Charlie slapped him across the face hard enough to make her hand tingle. She whispered venomously, "The only reason you get to see him is because it's court ordered. My life is my business. Moreover, I'm not screwing anybody and even if I was, it's none of your damn business."

"Is everything okay?" Clint asked. Charlie had left her door open and he heard the slap as he came up the hallway.

"Yeah." Charlie told him, glaring at Brian. "Just waiting on Jeremy to get his things and then they're heading out."

Clint could see the hand print on Brian's face and wanted to smile. If looks could kill, Brian would be dead from the glare Charlie was sending his way. Jeremy diffused the tension by coming back with his duffel bag and giving Clint a high five.

"Call me if you want to come home early, okay?" Charlie told Jeremy as she gave him a kiss goodbye.

"I'll be fine, Mom." Jeremy promised and left with Brian.

Charlie watched her son until he and Brian got into the elevator before closing the door.

"What happened?" Clint asked her.

"Brian's an ass." Charlie grumbled in lieu of an explanation. "How was your trip?"

"Profitable." Clint said. Their relationship was still in the beginning, semi-awkward stage so he wasn't sure if he should kiss her right now or not. He was looking forward to figuring out all of this though.

"Thanks for the flowers, by the way." Charlie let out a deep breath and smiled.

"What flowers?" Clint asked.

"The roses you sent to me at work." Charlie pointed to the vase now sitting on her table. "Telling me to be ready at 8. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." Clint lied. He wasn't the one who sent those roses but he had a pretty good idea of who did.

A/N: Thanks so much to those of you who have read/reviewed/followed/favoritied this story. You all inspire me to get the chapters up that much quicker. If you have a moment, please hop over and read my Avengers/Agents of SHIELD crossover and my Thor fics. Please leave a review on your way out.

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