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Without further ado, the next chapter (Which is a little juicier), with only a wait of four days! If I continue to get five reviews, I will try to update every 3-5 days, instead of just once a week! So next update should be around Monday! :)

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Clint has just put Kristina to bed, and is currently tidying everything up, even though neither of them made much mess. There were dishes to be done and the odd DVD left out. He instantly goes into defense mode when he hears somebody knock on the door. Before he can process what happens, he has his bow in one hand and a knife in the other; his arrows on his back. He calculatingly walks towards the door, keeping out of sight, and within seconds takes a look. Confusion and relief fills his expression when he sees it is Natasha and Steve, he opens the door without restraint. "You come here to kill me?" he asks Natasha casually.

"We're here on business," Natasha informs him simply, as she walks in without seeking permission.

Clint moves to the side, and indicates Steve to walk in too. "What's going on?" he asks them.

"We encountered a former foe of yours; you reported that he was killed," Steve says, handing him a folder, before placing a bag and his hood down, still in his Captain America outfit.

Clint instantly looks through the folder. "I took him out, an arrow went straight through his chest and he fell into a ditch which exploded seconds later; there is no way he could have survived that."

"Obviously, he did," Natasha points out, a no-nonsense tone in her voice, "You need to tell us everything about him."

Clint nods, but his thoughts are instantly interrupted when there's an excited squeal from the top of the stairs.

Kristina comes running down the stairs, straight over to Steve, "You're Captain America!" she announces, in her pink pyjama's. "You are my FAVOURITE Avenger!" she says, squealing with absolute delight.

Natasha stares at Kristina, her composure stiff, she falls completely silent. It is like she didn't dare breath, afraid that Kristina would notice she was there; there was slight fear in her eyes, about the prospect of getting caught, about the possible repercussions.

Steve smiles down at her, "Call me Steve," he says.

Kristina jumps with joy, "You know! We've met before! In New Jersey! It was a few months ago, after New York was smashed to pieces! And you were walking around, and I knew it was you and everybody did, but nobody would say hi! And I was…"

"You brought me an ice cream," Steve finishes, remembering.

"You remember?!" Kristina replies, literally giddy. She turns to her Dad, who she had completely disregarded, "He remembered! I didn't know you knew him!" Suddenly, Kristina's focus is drawn to the other, silent individual in the room, "No way! You know the Widow too!"

"Black Widow" Clint corrects.

"Black Widow, yes! I want to be exactly like you when I grow up!" Kristina tells Natasha, "I learnt some fighting at school, look!" she says, before throwing a few punches and kicks to an invisible baddie. "I can't believe you're here! In my house!" she says, bouncing.

Natasha feels her heart beating out of her chest; her daughter, who doesn't know they are related; wants to be just like her. But not like Natasha, like the good person she has fought so hard to become; but like the assassin. Natasha knows that Kristina doesn't fully understand the extent to what that name means; but it changes something in Natasha.

"Kristina, you need to go back to bed," Clint tells her calmly.

"No way! I want to play with the Avengers!" Kristina protests, turning back to Steve, "Is it true you are the leader of the Avengers? Is that why you are called Captain?"

"Kristina," Clint says, trying to get her attention, but she ignores him.

"I am called Captain for a different reason, but all of us Avengers… and all pretty equal. Including your Dad."

"My Dad?" Kristina asks, cocking her head to the side before looking at her Dad, to ask what he meant, when she notices he is holding a bow, "Wait… You're an Avenger too!? The one who shot arrows at people! My life is so cool!" she squeals.

"Kristina," Clint says, his voice a bit firmer.

Kristina looks at him, grinning widely.

Clint glances at Natasha who is literally frozen on the spot and staring at Kristina, before looking back at his daughter, "I have to ask you to go to your room, because… we're talking about something very serious."

"B-But… I want to stay and talk to them!" Kristina complains.

"We'll come back," Steve tells her.

Kristina turns to him, "You promise?"

"I promise, and I never break a promise."

Kristina nods accepting the answer, even though she still not happy about being sent to her bedroom when such excitement was happening in the lounge. "Fine, Good night Dad" she says, Clint holds his arm up, for a hug, because it was habit now, every night, he gives her a one-armed hug. He hasn't been able to allow himself to use both arms, he needed one arm free, in case anybody attacked. Kristina wraps both arms around him, she never held anything back in her hugs. She pulls back and turns towards Natasha.

"Good night, Black Widow" she says, before hugging her without restraint, deciding that everybody needed to be hugged before she went to sleep; she didn't even care that she wasn't hugged back.

Kristina then turns towards the stairs, where Steve was standing. Steve anticipates what is going to happen and holds his arms out. Kristina instantly jumps into his arms, "Good night, Captain Steve!" she says.

Steve picks her up and spins her slightly, before putting her down.

Kristina slowly walks out the room, keeping on turning and looking at them, "Are you sure I have to go upstairs?"

"Yes, I'll come and check on you later."

"What if there are monsters under my bed?"

"Kristina…"

"I can't sleep"

"Kristina…"

"Can I get a drink first?"

Clint runs a hand over his face, before walking over to her and picking her up, he carries her up the stairs. "Dad…" she complains, before waving to Natasha and Steve, not caring that Natasha hadn't said a word to her and seemingly ignored her. "Bye!"

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Clint carries Kristina up to her bedroom, and places her down on the ground carefully, "Kristina…" he starts.

"I know. If you tell me to do something, I have to do it right away, otherwise they'll be consequences" Kristina interrupts, sounding a bit bored.

"That too… but, I was actually going to say: Please will you stay in your room, because there are some serious things we need to talk about. I want you to promise me, that you'll lay in your bed and not come out of it," Clint says seriously, not wanting her to over hear anything, firstly because if she hears any sensitive information and lets it slip, she could be in danger; and secondly, he's not exactly sure what Natasha would say, and Kristina seems to catch on to things around her very quickly.

Kristina nods. "Okay" she says, moving to sit on her bed, she looks at him, "Are you really an Avenger? The one who shoots people with an arrow?" she asks.

Clint sits down on the bed beside her. "I am; are you okay with that?" he asks, fearing the answer.

"It is really awesome," Kristina replies, although something seemed off, thankfully, she was an open book and carried on talking. "It is just weird to think that you've killed people." she admits.

Clint nods. "Tomorrow, we'll talk everything through, okay?" he says.

Kristina nods, "Good night."

"Good night" Clint says, standing up. He switches off her light and right before he closes the door, she interrupts him.

"Dad…" Kristina says, gaining his attention, "I love you."

Clint smiles, walking back over to her and giving her a hug, not wanting this moment to pass, "I love you too, Kristina." he says sincerely. Before smiling down at her, and then leaving her to get some rest.

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Clint stops at the top of the stairs, calming himself down, he knew he couldn't go back downstairs with the massive grin on his face; he had to hide how ecstatic and happy he was about being able to connect with his daughter so easily. After a moment, he makes his way back downstairs.