Hey Everyone, finally got some time to work on this story. I love these two so much! Why did AOU have to mess that up for this couple? Anyways, found some motivation with the recent set photos of Vision and Scarlet Witch finally kissing. I am getting excited for the next couple movies that are coming out and the Comic Con this summer. Just two more weeks before I am done with school and I can spend more time with this story line.

I do live for reviews, please tell me what you think.

Also I don't own any of these characters.

Until Next Time, Cheers!


Laying out on the couch with a book standing on top of her chest. Her delicate fingers toying with the top right corner of the page, before she fully turned it. She was lost in the world of witchcraft and wizardry. This was her usual state on the weekends, when there wasn't any team bonding that she was require to attend.

It had been nearly a month since the team moved into the tower together. The first couple of days Clint and Natasha tried the separate apartments thing. One night, in Clint's rooftop apartment- mostly patio and windows. Both tangled in each other and wrapped in bed sheets, when Thor made an unexpected visit from Asgard and teleporting on the patio. Luckily the blinding light pulled them from each other and were able to hide before Thor could see them.

For everyone else's concern Clint lives in the rooftop apartment. Though they resume their previous sleeping arrangements from before. Steve was so predictable in his routine, that Clint and Natasha just tailor their departures and arrivals around his schedule. It didn't really matter to them if Steve knew, just as spies it was hard to let anyone to know their personal stuff.

The loud ding from the elevator and the soft steps of her partner approaching their living quarters. She folded over the top corner of the page she was on as he walked through the door.

His face lit up just by the sight of her, sprawled out on the couch, red hair lapped over pillow her head was resting. This was one of the his favorite positions she was often found in, laying on a flat surface with a book in hand.

"How was teaching the elderly how to ride a motorcycle?" Natasha asked closing her book and laying it on her stomach.

"SO... Bad." Clint told her, laying top of her on the couch. Pushing the book to the ground and resting his head squarely on her breasts.

A soft chuckle escaping her lips from his childish actions. "Who was worse?" She slowly combing her fingers through his light brown hair.

"Tony was dangerous, and bad. So bad. Steve was fine. Never again am I volunteering to teach him, anything." Clint muffled burring his head into her chest.

She inhaled the his familiar scent, while she played with his short hair. She loves everything about this, not wanting to worry about what was coming next. His sweat and musk was a consist in all of her memories with him. It made her feel safe and at home. She didn't appreciate his scent until it was taken from her. Every moment she had with him like this she always took an extra long deep breath of his scent and committing to memory the way he felt, and the way he made her feel.

"I have something to ask you." He propping his head up, looking up at her.

"Shoot"

He hesitated before he opened his mouth. He knew that this drove her crazy.

"Who is your favorite character, Harry or Hermione? Or do you like the bad boy Draco?" Clint teasing her about her book choices.

"Nope, get off of me." She told him, before jabbing him in the sides and rolling him on to the floor.

"Nattie, come on tell me. Nat. Tell me Tasha." He kept calling after her, he remained sitting on the floor leaning against the couch. Watching while Natasha walking across the floor to bookshelf, putting away her book.

Clint finally stopping his cat calling by the soft tapping at the door. Both of them knew by the knock it was Pepper at the door.

"Come in" Yelled Natasha.

The tall strawberry blonde slowly opened the door, poking her head in, she still mostly outside in the hallway.

"Hello Clint, Natasha. Dinner will be here shortly. And Director Fury will be joining us. The rest of the team is already in the living room." Pepper told them.

"Ok, we will be down in a second." Clint said softly. If Nick Fury was going join them for dinner, that meant it was time for a mission. This would be the first mission they would be doing since aliens poured out of the sky.

"Where do you think we are going?" Natasha asked Clint.

"I don't know, but Fury would not be coming to dinner if he didn't need all of us." He reassuring her. Both still consider S.H.I.E.L.D. agents now just on assigned to the Avengers. They were order to stay away from the office, and lay low. "Let's go and see what the boss wants."


The living room was an oversize room with hulk- size couches in a semi-circle facing the entertainment center. Behind the couches was a long dining room table, and a kitchen with a massive marble slab island. There wasn't a thing in this common living space that didn't scream expensive or over-the-top.

Natasha taking a seat on the arm of the couch, taking in the mood around her. Tony sitting back with a plate full of pizza talking with Bruce, sat with a barely touched salad in his lap. Steve sitting closest to Natasha and Clint on the other side of Steve, both discussing the highlights of the day from ESPN. Pepper was furiously tapping away on her laptop, sitting at the coffee table on the floor.

She wasn't the only one feeling uneasy about the Director coming to dinner tonight. Bruce barely touched his rabbit food, Steve only ate a half of a piece of pizza and Pepper never sat on the floor. Unless she felt like the rug was about to be pulled out from underneath her.

Calmly she plate herself 2 slices of meat lovers pizza and taking a floor seat next to Pepper. Who stopped tapping and now was chewing on one of her fingernails.

"You know if you would just let me put an intercom in your room, we would not have get come a get you whenever we are having dinner." Tony said.

"Do you like having both of your hands?" Natasha asked.

Tony shaking his head YES.

"Then keep an intercom and JAVIRS out of my room." She told him, just as the elevator ding loudly and the Nick Fury entering the living space.

"Pizza for dinner. Thank you Ms. Potts for having me." Nick said as he sat on the arm of the couch, that Natasha was sitting.

"Your Welcome Director." Pepper respond with, she stopped chewing on her nails to picking at them.

"Nick what do you have for us, then maybe Pepper won't completely ruin a manicure." Tony said obnoxiously.

Everyone's eyes on the Director.

"Fine then Team Avenger, I have missions. Rogers and Romanoff your heading to D.C., leading the strike team. Barton you are scouting a potential recruit, detail notes have been emailed to you. Bruce and Tony you both are staying here. Now that is over, where's the supreme pizza." He finished telling them, ensuring he made eye contact with Pepper, seeing the wave of relief wash over her.

"Here you go Boss." Clint just handing him the whole box of Supreme pizza. As Fury stood up and headed towards the elevator, and leaving the team in a state of confusion.

"See Pepper nothing to worry about." Tony breaking the silence after the elevator doors closed behind. Pepper standing and sitting next to Tony, who wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissing her forehead.

"Strike Team?" Steve question.

"Scouting...ugh" Clint groan.

"Tri-Skeleton!" Natasha said in a way too happy, very obvious sarcastic way.


Clint sitting on the bed, reviewing the email about who and where he will spending the next few days tailing a possible asset. He was ignoring the fact that a open suitcase on the bed, and the fiery red-head was very slowly started filling it.

"It looks like I will be in California for about a week." He told her. She only grunt in acknowledgement.

"You going to stay in Maria's girls-only house?" He kept poking to get a verbal response from her. Only she grunted again.

"Talk to me." Clint told her, crawling across the bed and sitting next to the suitcase. His hands holding her hips and pulling her close to him.

"I just don't like being put on separate missions. The last mission we were on together was in Africa. We work better as a team. Just wish we could back, when it was you, me and Phil dishes out the assignments." She said quieting her tone.

"I know, I miss Coulson too, but Captain American will have your back. And I have a little something for you." He digging something out of his front pocket. Dangling a thin golden chain in the arrow in the middle of the it.

Natasha staring at it as it was suspended in the air. Those fat dogs bouncing around in her stomach chasing butterflies, whenever he is being sweet to her, she could never control her internal puppy-palooza.

"I had a GPS chip added inside the arrow, so if anything happens to you, I can find you." Clint told her, He stood, and clasping the necklace behind her head. Then tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. "No matter where you go, I go."

'God I love this man!' She thought to herself, before her hands interlocked around his neck and capturing his mouth against hers.

Snaking his arms around her waist and sitting back down on the bed, pulling her into his lap. Her body molded into his. Fast moving hands, heavy breathing and quick movements their clothes were in a pile on the floor. The bed sheets, comforter and decorative pillows are kicked down to the end of the bed.

Their bodies moving together as one, Natasha's lips kissing and sucking on his collar bone. While his rough calloused hands gliding over her smooth skin. Closing the outside world out, turning off their thoughts and only focusing on other's body.

Finally coming to their climax in unison.

Natasha rolling off the top of Clint, pulling the comforter on top of them and cuddling into his side.

"I love you." She told him, kissing his shoulder.

"Marry me Natasha?" He looking down at her. Holding his breath as he waited to hear her response. Her eyes staring back up at him.

A heavy rapid tapping on the door following with "Romanoff our ride is here." Steve yelled through the door.

"Shit, give me 2 minutes." She yelled back.

She jumping out of the bed. "Shit, Shit, Shit!" She was chanting pulling on her clothes, as she threw clothing into her suitcase. Clint retrieving his shorts, as he went into the bathroom helping Natasha gather what she would need for her mission. Putting all of her hygiene items in a bag: toothbrush, hair brush, face wash, shampoo, conditioner and the little makeup she wore. Walking out into the main room placing the bag within her suitcase.

"I love you. Can we table this conversation for when I get back?" Natasha asking him, pulling on his jacket over her shoulders. As Clint pulling over a basic tee on his head, covering his chest.

"I want an answer when you get back. I love you too." Clint kissing her lips before they headed to the door.

"Shit, one thing." Natasha said as they opened the door. Clint leaning against the door frame with her bag in his hand and Natasha jogging into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

Steve waiting patiently outside in the hallway.

"Cap watch out for her, for me." Clint said in a very tone.

"Of course." Steve replied, though Clint could tell he wanting to about their relationship.

"She's the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can't have anything happen to her." Clint deciding to give him a reason why to take extra care of the love of his life.

"You got it. Take care of yourself." Steve told him, as Natasha reappearing.

"See you when I get back." Natasha hugging Clint, and giving him a kiss on the cheek before taking her bag and leading Steve down the hall to the elevator.

Clint remaining against the door frame, listening for the familiar loud ding of the elevator and waiting for entire floor be engulfed in the silence. As he is now the only one there.

Trugging back to the empty room, picking the dirty clothes off the floor and tossing pillows back on the bed. When something bright red caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Walking over to the bathroom, pushing the door wide, the light was left on and revealing bright red lipstick written on the mirror.

'YES!'