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MavelAddict42 – Thanks: P Here's the next update! And yes James is the biggest jerk in the world!

WhisperOfWings – I think everybody wanted to punch James after reading the last chapter. And you are right; Natasha can do so much better, like with Clint, right? Also, you got it girl, you're smart, and you figured it out. Clint does not need to real job to impress to impress Natasha; she already is with his singing. So hopefully I updated fast enough and here is the next one! :D

Guest – Yes, I totally agree with you! :)

Bellapaige88 – Yes you are right, Clint should have kicked some ass. And actually no I haven't heard that song, but thanks for mentioning it, I'll make sure to listen to it! (:

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After the almost disastrous double date last night, James dropped off Natasha over to Darcy's place where she just threw herself on to the kitchen table.

"Well, good morning sunshine" Darcy cheerfully announced, while cooking breakfast.

Natasha kept rubbing her head, "I have a headache, a really bad headache" She complained.

Darcy let out a small chuckle, "Do you want anything to eat"? She said while flipping a pancake.

Natasha just groaned while shaking her head.

Darcy sighed as she went to grab some pills, "How was your bottle of tequila last night"?

Natasha was a mess. She still had on her clothes from the previous night, her make-up was smudged all over her face, and she could barely keep her eyes open. Although, Natasha did remember some bits of pieces from last night that she wished she would just forget about entirely.

"Wait, I didn't vomit on you, did I"? She looked at Darcy.

Darcy just giggled. She grabbed her plate, which was filled with pancakes and a cup of water as she headed towards the kitchen table. "Well, a little bit on my shoes, but luckily I was wearing your shoes" She set down the water in front of Natasha and handed her the pills and sat down.

She nodded, "Good"

Natasha kept her eyes down while playing with her hands. She didn't want to ask, but she needed to know. She cleared her throat, "So, did anything happen with Clint last night"? While still looking down.

Darcy smiled as she poured syrup on her pancakes, "A kiss" She replied.

Natasha lifted her head; she felt a slight tug at her heart. "A kiss? Did you kiss him, or did he kiss you"? She asked quickly or almost desperately. She couldn't even remotely like the idea of them kissing.

"I kissed him" She shrugged.

Natasha nodded sadly, well at least he didn't kiss her, she thought. "Oh, and then what?" She asked almost afraid of her response.

"Nothing, but he sure doesn't think much of James, though"

Natasha almost smiled, but managed to keep a straight face, "Really? What did he say"?

"That James was a jerk-off"

Natasha immediately perked up and smiled.

Darcy kept her eyes on Natasha, and after seeing her reaction, she knew that she liked him too.

"Why would he say that"? Natasha asked eagerly.

Darcy shrugged, "Who knows? Maybe he was jealous" she paused for a moment. "Don't worry, I told him why you were marrying him" She silently prayed that Natasha wouldn't get mad.

"Why did you tell him I was marrying him"? She calmly asked.

"Well, because you love him"

Natasha slowly nodded.

"And…with James…you will have…security" Darcy muttered.

"What"? She snapped, "Darcy you know that I don't care about the money and that's why I'm not marrying him for" Natasha hissed.

"Then are you marrying him"?

Natasha just groaned and buried her head into her hands.


Later that day, Natasha excitedly walked up the porch steps and rang the door bell. She waited patiently until the door opened.

"Hi Rosie. How are you"? She smiled brightly.

"Oh fine dear" She smiled back.

"Is Clint here? I came by to give him something" Natasha eagerly asked, She wanted nothing more then to see him in that moment.

Rosie lost her smile, "Oh no, Natasha. I'm afraid he's not"

"Yeah, but it's Thursday and you have your singing lessons today" She kept smiling.

Rosie shook her head, "Not anymore. Now that he's gone to the city to get a real job, he doesn't have the time to give me lessons"

Natasha frowned, "What"? A real job? Natasha couldn't wrap her head around this. Singing is what he loves to do and that's the main reason why she loves him. Love?...Do I? Yes…I do love him. Natasha finally admitted it to herself.


"Why do you think you will be a good hire for this bank" The bank supervisor asked Clint.

Clint cleared his throat nervously, god he wasn't used to this. "Well, I'm ready to work hard and when I put my mind into something, I go all the way. I'll go all the way for you, sir"

"Do you have any experience"?

He shook his head, "No sir I have no experience but I'm a big fan of money. I like it. I use it. I have a little. I keep it in a jar on top of my refrigerator. I'd like to put more in that jar, and that's where you come in" He sweetly smiled.

The man just blankly stared at him.


"He wants to make money" Rosie said, "He wants to live in a nice house with wide windows and lamps" She continued.

Natasha just looked down in utter sadness. She never expected Clint to be like this.

"Well you can't expect him to live with his sister for the rest of his life" She pointed out.


"I thank you for your time" The supervisor nodded and was about to get up.

"Actually sir" Clint intercepted "I need this job to impress a girl" He lightly blushed.

He sighed, "Will you leave now please"

"You don't even have to give me the job. If you can just give me some business cards with my name on it, I think that might help" Clint quickly added.

He just rolled his eyes and got up from his chair.

Clint got up from his chair as well. "How about this, I will give you ten singing lessons for one business card, please" He begged.

He pointed towards the door.

Clint hung in head in disappointment, "Okay thank you very much" He grumbled as he walked away.


Natasha smiled when she saw Clint's car pull up the driveway. After her talk with Rosie, she went to visit him.

"Hey, Natasha. What are you doing here?" Clint got out of his car and walked towards her.

"I went by Rosie's to find you" Natasha trailed off.

He nodded, "Oh? I'm not doing that anymore" He stopped right in front of her.

She nodded, "I know. I just thought that teaching was such a big part of your life" She pointed out.

He sighed, "Well, it was, but now I'm doing some stuff to better my situation" He stated. Well, it's more for you, just so I can get you to notice me, he thought sadly.

She scoffed, "It sounds kind of selfish" She gritted through her teeth.

"It's not selfish. There's a lot of money out there and I'm trying to get my hands on some" Just to get you to notice me, I'm doing all of this, for you he desperately wanted to say.

"Yeah, but you don't want to be just another yuppie idiot. You love music, you love to sing, that's your passion, and that's why you need to continue it." She tried to reason.

"Why? What's wrong with that? I don't want to live in my sister's basement anymore. I want to get a big house, have some security. I can't do that doing favors for people all the time, getting paid in meatballs, and I can't certainly do that with just being a wedding singer" He ranted on.

She shook her head, "But you're above all that material bullshit"

He shrugged, "I don't know. We're living in a material world and I am a material girl" He paused for a moment, "Or boy" He mumbled.

"No, you're not" She started to raise her voice.

"What about you? You're into material shit" At first, Clint knew that Natasha wouldn't be the type of girl that will be in to all the materialistic things, but after Darcy planted the seed in his head, there was no getting him out.

"What do you mean"?

"What do I mean"? He rolled his eyes, "What I mean is that you're marrying James because he's got money"

Natasha was on the verge of tears, she couldn't believe he was acting like this.

"You, asshole" She shouted as she threw the present she made him, up in the air, causing all the papers to scatter all over the ground.

She walked away without looking back. She can't believe what just happened.

Clint just looked at her retreating figure, he sighed.

He looked at all the papers surrounding him; he kneeled and started to pick them up.

He read what it said: 'Music and Lyrics by Clinton F. Barton' All the papers said that. She made him music sheets to write his songs.

"Oh, my God, she made me a present. I am an asshole" He cursed himself.

"You're going to the mental institution" Clint heard a voice behind him.

He turned around. Of course, it just had to be Tony's kid.

"Beat it"! He snapped as he went to gather all the papers from the ground.

He knew he really messed up this time…


A/N: Sorry this was short, but I had to cut it there! The next will be longer! :P Let me know what you think :)