Well guys, here it is. The last chapter. This is set about 5 years later. I really need the reviews for this chapter- If it doesn't get the reactions I am hoping for I am taking the entire story down and redoing this chapter, so I really need the feedback on this one, ok? Thanks for sticking with me through this little adventure and I hoped you enjoyed it. Now here you go!

Clint yawned as he leaned against the wall, the elevator slowly making it's climb upwards. His bag was slung over his shoulder feeling like it contained a bunch of bowling bowls. He hadn't gotten much sleep in the last few days and he was more than ready to be home. He groaned as the elevator lurched to a stop and he stepped off, stretching. He silently moved down the hallway, careful not to make any noise- a glance at his watch had told him it was well past midnight.

He arrived at the second to last door in the hall and shouldered his bag, pulling his key from his pocket. He unlocked the door to the loft and pushed it open, stepping inside. He dropped his bag right inside the door, re-locking the door and flipping on a lamp. He was about to pick his bag up when a blur tackled his legs, sending him stumbling towards the wall.

"Daddy!" The boy squealed, hugging his legs.

"Easy there bud," Clint chuckled, sweeping the boy up in his arms and propping him on his hip. "What are you doing up?"

"I waited till you came home," he grinned, his blue eyes bright.

"You should be in bed bud. It is late."

"I missed you though."

"Guess what?"

"What?" The four year old wrinkled his nose.

"I missed you too," Clint smiled before pressing a kiss to his blond hair, sitting him on the floor once more. "Where's your momma?"

"Sleeping...she thought I was sleeping too," he giggled and Clint chuckled, shaking his head.

"Sneaky little bugger. Come on." Together they walked down the hallway to Clint's room and he pushed the door open. Toby scrambled onto the bed and up towards the top, looking up at Clint.

"She's sleeping," he whispered.

"We will just have to wake her up then," he whispered back before bending down to press a kiss to her lips.

"Ewy," Toby covered his eyes, making Clint chuckle.

Natasha let out a content sigh before peeling her eyes open, a smile spreading across her face. "Welcome home."

"Miss me?" Clint grinned, sitting down beside her. She sat up with a yawn, stretching before crossing her legs.

"Maybe a little," She smiled.

"I missed you lots!"

"Tobias Barton, what in the world are you doing up?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I was waiting for daddy," he said, tucking his chin and giving her his best puppy dog look.

"You were supposed to be asleep," she frowned, pulling him into her lap. "I don't like it when you are up by yourself, you could get hurt."

"Sorry mommy," he said sheepishly, lying his head against her chest. "I love you."

"I love you too," she smiled, giving him a squeeze. "Everything go ok?" She looked up at Clint.

"Yeah, perfectly fine. Four days seemed like a week though," he chuckled.

"I know how that goes," Natasha sighed. "Come on Toby, let's get you to bed."

"But I'm not tired," he protested, his eye lids drooping.

"I can tell," she smiled, picking him up and carrying him down the hall, Clint on her heels. He pushed the door open to the boys room, letting them enter first.

The blue walls were covered in posters of various animals and dinosaurs, the floor littered with various toys. Natasha laid Toby down, pulling the Buzz Lighter blanket up around his shoulders. Clint handed him the stuffed tiger he always slept with, smiling as the boy tucked it by his side.

"Night Toby," Natasha pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you."

"Love you too," he said sleepily.

"Night bud," Clint kissed his forehead.

"Night," he mumbled before turning over on his side, wrapping his arm around the tiger. Clint made sure his Scooby-Doo nightlight was still on before quietly shutting the door behind him.

He barely had time to turn around before Natasha had him pressed against the wall, her mouth on his. He chuckled softly, dropping his arms to her waist and kissing her back, his skin crawling as she ran her fingers along his scalp.

"We missed you," she murmured, kissing him again.

"I missed you too," he smiled, pulling her into a tight hug. "Not too much longer, then I won't be going anywhere."

"Good, because you already have a lot of time to make up for," she grinned at him before walking towards their room, her hips swaying more than usual. Clint just chuckled, shaking his head as he followed her. Suddenly he didn't feel all that tired.

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Natasha's brain seemed to switch on as she felt the bed dip then began to rock. She opened her eyes to find Toby crawling towards her, his tiger still tucked under his arm. A quick glance told her that they had at least remembered to redress themselves, so she pulled the blanket back, letting Toby crawl in beside her. She tucked it back around them, smiling as he laid his head on her chest with a yawn.

"What are you doing up buddy?" She asked quietly, not wanting to wake Clint.

"I dunno," he yawned, rubbing his eyes.

"It's awfully early," she brushed his hair from his forehead. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No, I never have bad dreams," he giggled softly. "You and daddy chase them away."

"Well I am glad," she smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "You want some breakfast?"

"Nuh huh," he shook his head, sinking lower so that he stretched out, his head beside her and his legs sprawled across Clint's arms.

"Why don't you go back to sleep buddy?" She said softly, rubbing his arm as she watched his lids droop.

"Kay," he mumbled, closing his eyes and wrapping one hand around hers. She smiled, continuing to rub his arm and let the image before her burn into her mind. A few years ago she would have laughed if someone said she'd be with Clint. She would have called them crazy if they said she would have a kid. Yet here she was, married and a mother. Clint had bugged her for months before she finally gave in and said yes, much to his delight- he had just about given up on getting her to marry him.

A few months later she had found out she pregnant and Clint went into panic mode. He watched her every move, constantly bugging her about her needs and wants. It was sweet, but slightly insane. The memory made her smile and she sighed, shaking her head. When Toby turned one Pepper offered to watch him so Natasha could return to work, but she just couldn't do it. Somewhere along the road she had lost the desire to throw herself into danger. Clint returned, but his missions were becoming less and less frequent. At the end of the summer he planned on retiring all together, just in time for Toby to start Pre-School.

"When did he get here?" Clint asked in a quiet, sleepy voice as he watched her.

"A few minutes ago," she smiled. "He usually crawls in with me when you are gone during the night."

"I see," he smiled, folding an arm over Toby's legs. "He sure takes up a lot of room for such a little guy."

"I have to agree with that," she laughed quietly, stifling a yawn.

"What time is it?"

"Six."

"I am going back to sleep then," he chuckled.

"Me too. He'll probably be out for another couple of hours."

"Good," Clint yawned, his free hand reaching out to grab hers. "Love you."

"I love you too," she smiled, closing her own eyes once more. She thought back to that day a few years ago when Clint had showed up at her door and sighed. If she had turned him away things would have turned out so differently...They had been running out of time, running down two separate paths. But fate had decided to give them a second chance and put one more fork in the roads and somehow they had managed to work everything out. Now they had all the time in the world. She opened her eyes once more, smiling as Toby shifted to lay his head on her chest again. She wasn't sure what exactly defined perfect, but she was willing to bet this was as close as she would ever be.

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