Hi guys! A bit of this is kind of a filler chapter about Nadia and her character :)
Between making food, eating food and peeing, the Back to the Future trilogy ended up finishing at 7 o'clock. How long do we have left again?
"JARVIS, what time will the device be ready?" I asked, popping another piece of popcorn into my mouth.
"00:13 exactly Miss Romanoff-Barton." he replied.
"Thank you very much JARVIS." I turned to my parents. "So what do you want to do now? Watch another movie or?"
"Is it okay if we find out about you?" Clint asked, voicing both of their interests, because Natasha nodded her head in agreement.
"That's fine. Obviously I can't reveal too much about the future, but i'll say as much as I can." I said, smiling.
"Okay. First of all...now this is important."
"What is it?" I asked seriously.
"Weapon of choice?" Clint asked, eager to find the answer.
"Bow and arrow." I said and Clint started laughing and cheering.
"YES! GET IN!" he shouted excitedly.
"Aaaaand guns." I added. Clint's face dropped and the smirk on his face shifted over to Natasha. "I use both. I don't have a favourite."
"Come on!" Clint complained. "You must have a favourite!"
"Nope, I like using both of them."
"It's bullshit." he loudly whispered to Natasha. She just shook her head and kissed his cheek.
"What about school? Do you have school in the future? I bet there isn't school."
"No, we do still have school. And it's going good. I'm getting mostly B's and A's at the minute. Apart from Art. I'm crap at art."
"Sorry, that's probably my fault." Clint admitted, causing us to laugh.
"I'm more interested in the combat lessons."
"Combat lessons?" Natasha asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "The last time I checked there weren't combat lessons in school. Shitty P.E. lessons but not combat lessons."
"Yeah, they introduced it about 5 years ago, because the government felt that people should learn self-defence. Especially after all the attacks that we've had on our world. Very talented students are put in an advanced group so we get special training. The Avengers are put into a completely separate one."
"But aren't you isolated from other people by that?"
"We get on really well with the others actually. They worry about us when we have missions though."
"You guys have missions?" Clint asked. "Already? At your age?"
"You guys can talk!" I said.
"Good point. But still...in the future there is more protection."
"We always assist you guys on missions. The younger one's don't go on them, but me and Lucus go out occasionally unless we are training. We always want to become better."
"Do you think that if you had different parents, you wouldn't put so much pressure on yourself to be the best you can be?"
"Maybe...but I prefer it this way. I love the training that we do and the job that I have." I replied.
"Well that's good. So...are you guys part of the Avengers?"
"We have a group called the Young Avengers. When the Avengers kids are 15 years old, they join."
"The Young Avengers. That's original." Natasha retorted.
"I know right!" I said.
"So do you guys train a lot?"
"Yeah, everyday after school. You force us to finish our school work first though." I said. "You always say that school work is just as important as Avengers work."
"It is."
"Yeah, but I don't want to do school work, I want to work as an Avenger my whole life. I want to protect the city and the world." Natasha and Clint looked at each other smiled and then smiled back at me.
"You're different than I thought you would be." Natasha said.
"What do you mean?"
"When I first saw you a couple of days ago and we found out that you were our daughter, I thought you might be resistant to us because we brought you up around an Avenger lifestyle, but you've actually embraced it."
"We all have. All the kids. We love being the Avengers children." I explained.
"So remind me who there is again." Clint asked.
"Okay, so there is Amalya. Daughter of Thor and Jane. Goddess. Literally. Rachel Banner. Bruce and Bettys daughter. Me and Lucus. And then Maria and Howard Junior."
"Wow. Hang on. Howard Junior?" Clint asked. "I don't remember that."
"well I was going to mention it when I first told you guys about the kids, but Pepper walked out. I thought that I would save them a little surprise."
"Thats really sweet Nad."
"So how old is he?" Natasha asked.
"Minus 4 months." I said smiling.
"Peppers pregnant?" She asked.
"Yep. Tony is having to look after the company for once." I smirked.
"Do you get along well?" Clint asked.
"Yeah. Occasionally we fight but it's only occasionally."
"Good, because I didn't think that I would have been able to cope without knowing that you are happy in the future."
"I was happy when you were around."
"You were happy?" Clint asked, eyebrows crossed.
"Yeah. Once you..." I took a deep breath and continued. "Once you guys were dead, I found it hard to cope. I didn't talk to anyone for months." As I explained this to them, they didn't once change their face. They stayed confused and I could see the questions filling in their eyes. "I kept myself locked in my room and...hardly ate anything for days at a time. The only person who forced me to eat was Luke. He was the one...who eventually helped me to connect with society again."
"How did he do that?" Natasha asked, curiously.
"He came and spoke to me. Every day. The others tried to speak to me, but he came and talked to me the most. They noticed that I responded to him most, so he was the one that talked to me the most."
"What did he talk to you about?" Clint asked.
"Random things like...the Avengers, new missions, news and stuff like that. He just kept talking to me since I responded. He finally got through to me one day."
"So...did you become happier after that?" Natasha asked, hopeful.
"Happier than I was after you died...but...I never found the same happiness as before...when I was with you." I admitted, turning my head towards the floor.
"Nad, that's an awful thing to feel." Clint said, placing his hand on my shoulder and stroking it softly.
"I know, it just..." I turned my head to them. "It isn't the same."
Nat came over and pulled me into a hug. "You need to accept life without us being there. We both know the risks going into our jobs." she said. Then, she came close to my ear and whispered "It's not your fault."
I stopped. How did she know I thought that? "How did you..."
"I have interrogated many people and I can read emotions like a book." she said and pulled away from me, holding me at arms length. "I can see how much guilt is in your eyes and it needs to stop."
"Promise us? Promise us that you will not feel guilty about our deaths." Clint said.
"I...I will. I promise." I said.
Clint said "Good." and then pulled us all into a group hug.
"Okay." he said after our emotional moment. "who wants food, because I'm really hungry and it's time for dinner."
"You're always hungry." me and Natasha complained at the same time. We looked at each other and laughed.
"He's still like this in the future?" Natasha asked.
"Yep. The constant hunger means that we have to stock up on food in the kitchen a lot. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot."
"He never changes." she said, smiling and wrapping an arm around his waist, as we all made our way to the kitchen.
I know this chapter was short, but I hope you liked it! There's only one more left :( Anyway, thank you for your reviews and please continue reviewing.