A/N: I've got a present for yooouuuu! Here it is, and since I've got over thirty reviews, IT'S THE BIG REVEAL! AAAHH, I'M SO EXCITED, AND I'M THE ONE WRITING THE STORY!

It's a little on the short side, but I was just so pumped to have gotten through this next part that I had to upload it, and I don't really know when I'll get to upload next.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! Your continued support means so much to me, and I couldn't stop smiling the day I checked my email and had around twenty reviews sitting in my inbox! It totally made my day! All you guys are so great, and I just wanted to say how much I appreciate reviews!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, my continued attempts at acquiring HP and Avengers to add to my personal collection keep failing. I don't own them.

ON TO THE GOOD STUFF!

Clint was suddenly extremely happy that he had great reflexes as he straightened up with Lola in his arms. Suddenly, he got the feeling that he was going to be in a lot of trouble, and he spoke into his earpiece with a tentative, "Nat? Nat, if you're there, I'm really sorry –"

And he wasn't sure if Natasha wasn't mad (unlikely), she was ignoring his words (more likely), or just had something more important to say and was actually infuriated at him (which was highly likely), but she spoke over him, saying, "I can close it! I can close the portal! Does anybody copy?"

Steve was standing next to Clint, staring worriedly down at his goddaughter, but commanded, "Do it!"

"No, not yet!"

"Stark, these things just keep on coming, we have to –"

"I've got a nuke coming in and it's set to blow in less than a minute. I know just where to put it."

Steve was suddenly looking like he was about to throw up himself, but he didn't, and said with a grimace, "You know that's a one-way trip, right?"

Tony was silent for a moment.

"Tell my goddaughter that it was really nice getting to know her."

There was a flash of red and gold guiding the nuke into the portal. Then, it was gone.

"Come on, kid," Clint urged. "Wake up, already."

It had been a week since the Chitauri attack, and the only movements Lola had made were during nightmares, and, needless to say, everyone was worried.

Even JARVIS, which really made no sense to anyone, but the AI was constantly keeping an eye on Lola when no one else was in the room with her. Although a little weird at times, Clint was grateful for the AI, especially when Oliver Wood came to visit, which was nearly everyday.

"Sir, your wife is at the door."

"Might as well let her in," Clint replied, reaching a hand out to brush hair out of Lola's eyes.

The door swung open slowly to reveal a perturbed-looking Natasha, who looked at Clint with an observatory look, but remained at the door.

"Barton, you gotta get out of here for awhile. Go take a nap or something, you look absolutely exhausted."

He would have bet that he really didn't look that tired. His entire paycheck was pretty much based off of the ability to go a long time without sleep, then turn around and have aim that would seem like he hadn't gone forty-eight hours without sleep.

But, then again, he'd known Natasha, or, rather, Natasha had known him, for twenty years. She could probably see through him faster than she could see through glass.

"I'm fine."

"Clint."

Clint didn't react.

"Would you look at me?"

Clint still didn't react.

Soft footsteps against the hardwood floor. Then, Natasha was sitting down next to him, grasping onto the hand that wasn't running through his daughter's hair, using her free hand to gently turn his head to face her.

And, for the first time in seventeen years, Clint thought he might cry.

The really great thing about Natasha was that she knew when spoken words weren't necessary. She knew the difference between times when she needed to say something, and the times when all she needed to do was sit there and wait.

Her hand curled around the back of his head, gently fingering the hair at the base of his neck. He knew how intimate this moment was. He knew that she could easily snap his neck right now, and he had to admit that it turned him on quite a bit to be married to such a dangerous woman. Clint turned his head to the side so that her hand rested on his face, and planted a kiss on her hand.

Natasha still hadn't said anything, just crossed her legs Indian-style and sat on the plush sofa, waiting for him to speak.

He looked back to the sleeping girl.

"That's our kid, Tasha. Our kid. Maybe if I'd been paying attention, if I'd reacted faster –"

"Stop it. Don't you dare go there, Clint."

Clint's face turned towards her, obviously upset. "How can I not?"

"You need to realize, Clint, that this was no one's fault."

"Who do you blame, then?"

It was remarkable to Natasha how quickly his years of training had gone out the window. These were lessons drilled into your head from day one, and you could drive yourself crazy thinking about all the "what ifs".

"That damn glider for aiming at her. Loki for sending the Chitauri in the first place. SHIELD for fishing that stupid cube out of the ocean. Me, for agreeing to that ride in the first place. Us, for even having a kid to begin –"

Clint's eyes turned angry. "That's really fucked up, Tash."

Finally. They were getting somewhere. "Do you see my point, then? It's the cardinal rule of injuries obtained in action, Clint! They're almost never any one person's fault. It's a series of decisions, and we could spend hours upon hours going back in time, trying to see where we had gone wrong. And do you know where we'd end up?" Natasha didn't wait for Clint to answer. "We'd drive ourselves insane, because there are too many variables to factor into it, Clint."

Clint didn't respond, but turned back to the girl sleeping in the bed.

"Mistress."

Lola's eyes fluttered open. She was in the purple room again, but this time she was dressed in a long, black, Grecian-style, one-shouldered dress. To her immense surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra, and when she bounced on the balls of her feet a little, she was pleased to find that the top of the dress had more support than an actual bra.

Victoria's Secret? They've got nothing on this dress.

Death watched Lola examine the dress, a small grin playing across her pale features.

After a few minutes, Lola looked up at Death with an embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry," she muttered a little sheepishly.

"Not a problem, Mistress," replied Death.

"I really like the dress." Lola's cheeks flushed a bit.

"As I have said before, Mistress, it is not a problem. I am glad you like it."

Silence.

"Is there a reason why I'm back here?" Lola grew uneasy. "Did I die again?"

"No–"

"'Cause I really hate it when that happens. Am I dead, like, forever this time? Is the coming back from the brink of death a one-time thing? Because that would really suck. I was really hoping to make Puddlemere United –actually, maybe the Harpies or the Magpies; now that I might or might not be dating Oliver, I think it would be really weird if we were to be on the same team, and it would really suck if I were to die before we even got to go out on a date –"

Lola broke off abruptly, gasping for breath, and Death took the opportunity to explain the situation. "Mistress, let me make this very clear. I simply wished to speak with you, and now was an opportune time to do so."

Lola's face relaxed. "Oh, okay," she replied, satisfied with the answer. "What did you want to talk about?"

Death led Lola to the table, and sat herself before gesturing for the young witch to sit. Lola took the proffered seat, and waited for Death to begin speaking.

For the first time, Lola saw a flickering of fear on Death's face.

Death inhaled sharply and spoke, "There is a god…"

Lola's eyebrows drew together. "There are lots of gods."

"One in particular. Thanos."

"Thanos?" Lola repeated. "I haven't heard of him."

"He is not so much a god as an alien. A warlord who presides over a dead dimension. He is the one who gave Loki the power over the Chitauri in exchange for the Tesseract."

"But…didn't we defeat the Chitauri?" Lola asked. She really wasn't sure, just because she'd passed out before the battle was over.

Death shook her head. "There is a saying you humans have. 'The battle is won, but the war has just begun.'"

"So, Thanos will attempt to strike back," Lola gathered, leaning forward into the table.

"Yes, and with a vengeance," replied Death, looking worried now. "Twice, now, he has been defeated, and he will seek retribution against the ones who have defeated him, you in particular. If he cannot sway you to his side, he will seek to destroy you."

Lola held her hands up. "Excuse me, but did you say 'twice'? What does that mean? And why is he seeking revenge against me?"

Death's face turned to the side. "Thanos…he seeks to court me. To control me is more like it, and you are my master. He sees your mastery over me as a threat, and he wishes to gain my full attentions."

Lola nodded. "So that explains why he's focused on me, but you also said that we've defeated him twice. What does that mean?"

"Did you truly believe that your wizarding war wasn't a part of something larger?" asked Death. "The Deathly Hallows…mastery over Death…"

"And Voldemort?"

"A pawn in the grand scheme of things. I do not believe that Thanos would have been able to use the Hallows, but Voldemort could, and Thanos could control Voldemort."

A brief silence.

"And Voldemort's whole schtick about blood purity? Did that have anything to do with Thanos?"

"They had an agreement. In exchange for his services, Thanos would have given Voldemort control of the wizarding world. I think that the idea of a 'pure world' is merely how Voldemort wanted his world to be run; I do not believe that Thanos had any dealings in that part of the war."

"So Thanos uses Voldemort to gain him control of the world. But why didn't Thanos grant Voldemort the use of the Chitauri during the Battle of Hogwarts?"

"Think about it," said Death. "Who was their opponent? Their main adversary, the one who was so central during the war?"

"Me," Lola replied instantly.

"Would Voldemort and Thanos, two very strong, very powerful beings, have expected you, a young witch with less than half the power the two of them could have conjured up together, to have defeated them?"

"No."

"No. It wasn't worth the time or effort it would have taken Thanos to have sent the Chitauri to Earth. They were not in possession of the Tesseract, either, so it would have been very difficult to have transported the Chitauri to Earth. Voldemort assured Thanos that his Death Eaters could stop you."

"But they didn't."

"No."

They were silent for a moment.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Lola, staring down at the table.

"Be ready," Death replied simply.

The fog began to descend over Lola's eyesight, and just before everything went white, she heard Death's ethereal voice say, "It is time to wake up, Mistress. Your parents need you."

Clint had stood, and was pacing the width of the room in irritation.

"I think I'm going crazy here, Nat!" he said angrily. "This is our daughter, lying here unconscious, less than a week after we met her. What if she disappears again?"

A hoarse voice coming from the bed had Clint and Natasha's eyes bugging out of their heads.

"That's probably a non-issue," offered Lola weakly, her adjusting eyes going between the two assassins with interest. "I've got no plans to go anywhere anytime soon. I'm not feeling so great right now."

A/N: So...yeah. Here's your big reveal. To be honest, I probably would've given it to you guys, even if there hadn't been thirty reviews, JUST CAUSE I GET MORE CLIFFIES! HA-HAHAHA!

Be warned: Next chapter, there will be some Pepper to throw into this melting pot of craziness! AAH, I'M SO EXCITED!

Make sure you review! Make it...another twenty, and I'll introduce Oliver or Teddy in the next chapter. Review with your pick!

Thirty reviews, and I'll introduce them both, throw in a little (or a lot) bit of fluff for some of our favorite pairs (I'm talking Thor/Watson, Lola/Oliver, Blaise/Ginny, Steve/Collins, and many more! Maybe I'll schedule a date for some pairs. Who knows?), and I WON'T MAKE IT A CLIFFHANGER CHAPTER!