Their Home and Their Family

by Kayliem1999

Whoever said blood made a family never met them. In the aftermath of something terrible, Natasha finds herself filling shoes that are left empty. However, she finds more than she bargained for. What if she makes herself a family? What if she finds love in a place she thought she had lost? Complete.

10. Chapter 10

I OWN NOTHING! Just a little heads up, this is the last chapter. It's more of an epilogue and it is severely shorter than any of the other chapters that I've written. I think that this is probably all that I can do with this fic and I'm losing inspiration for everything I am working on currently, not just this. I think that ten is probably a good number to end at so that's where I am cutting it off. I love all of you.

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"Nate is down," Natasha said, flopping down on the bed next to Clint. She kissed him on the cheek and pulled the covers up to her chin. "Finally."

She rested her head on her pillow, facing Clint. He was reading a case file, a stupid drug cartel south of the border raising hell. He put the file down and pulled her into his body a little bit while he lied down. Like she was weightless and like he had done it a million times. He reached over and turned off the lamp on his bedside table.

"Are you still trying to set Steve up with someone," Clint asked.

"The kind of girls he likes are hard to come by," Natash"a said. "Girls from the forties don't really exist anymore."

"That breed of women do seem to be extinct," Clint agreed.

Natasha curled up more, pulling closer to Clint if that was at all possible. She felt his heat and reveled in it. Part of her wanted to be out in the field with Steve doing her job and saving the world. But the other part, the bigger more selfish part, never wanted to get out of that bed.

"I love you, kiddo," Clint whispered. She felt his warm breath on her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I love you, too, old man," Natasha smiled back. When his lips touched hers, she felt her body light on fire. She craved him in the most innocent way possible.

"I'm glad you came home, Nat," Clint whispered in her ear. "I was waiting."

"It's good to be home," she replied. It was like that last decade had slipped away and they were married again. Long before Laura and the kids. She was his and he was hers, there was no question about it. This was their home, this was their family. This was her happily ever after.