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Clint: Shaddup! I'm trying to watch the Oscars here!

Tony: See! See, right there Natty, Scarlett Johansson does look like you!

Natasha: Well, Robert Downey Jr. looks like you.

Tony: Please, that guy? He's like a wannabe me. He wishes he were me.

Clint: I think you wish you were him.

Bruce: Clint, has anyone ever told you that you look like the guy in Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters?

Clint: Oh, you must mean the incredibly handsome one. ;)

He returned to the Stark Tower with a heavy heart, and no sign of Natasha. After relaying the whole fight sequence and the demands of this new mystery villain, Clint discovered his headache had returned. And this time, it brought triple times it's potency.

The Avengers were all gathered in the living room, the kids on the couch with Maria and Pepper, Fury leaning on the door frame, and Clint staring out the window, as if scanning for any signs of Natasha.

"So..." Tony broke the silence, drawing out the word long and hard, "It actually happened?"

Clint didn't break his gaze from the window, and he could see his reflection in front of Manhattan. "I don't know who they were, but he knows about the time capsule, and he wants it completed."

"I was referring to you getting your butt kicked," Tony replied, making Pepper glare at him, which results in him changing what he was saying, "But to get it completed in five hours!? That's even hard for me! I don't even know where all the pieces fit together, because they don't!"

Clint turned, torn between fixing the capsule and looking for Natasha. "Well what can we do? The whole city's going to be trashed, I can't defeat Crimson Flame and the only person who would know what to do is..." He stopped, and shifted his gaze back to the window. "We could really use her help right now."

Fury had his usual scowl, and had remained quiet until now, and he spoke up. "I know I saw Natasha leave. It just doesn't make sense that she would disappear."

"That's because she didn't." Pepper conferred, finally speaking. "I know Natasha, and she wouldn't just run off in the middle of something important. War doesn't care what gender you are, and even though nobody likes the fact that Natasha is a girl, she will stand and fight."

"So what are we supposed to do now?" Steve asked, voice slightly tipping on the edge of tears. "I don't want the city to break." His lip trembled.

"It won't." Fury uncrossed his arms and stood upright, crossing his arms behind his back. "Not on my watch. Tony and Bruce, you two get straight on thinking up a way to fix that time capsule. Steve, you do what you can. Thor, help 'em. Clint, you find the seismic generators, Maria-"

"No." Clint said firmly, looking away from the window to stare stone-cold at Fury. "I'm finding Natasha. We're going to need her on our side if we want to win this war."

"First of all, I'm not sure this even qualifies as a war," Tony cut in, frowning with his little mouth, "And secondly, Fury, are you out of your eye-patched mind?! That time capsule is morphing and changing! We can't put it back together!"

"LISTEN UP, YOU LITTLE PINT-SIZED ANNOYANCE!" Fury boomed, staring straight on at Tony, "This is a war, and we are not going to lose! We cannot because the city of Manhattan depends on our victory, and second of all, you are going to fix that time capsule, and you will change back to your adult selves. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Tony could only nod, trembling at the edge that was held in Fury's voice.

"Good. And Clint," Fury made his way over to him, overcoat lapping at his legs as usual. Fury took Clint's shoulder, like a father, and whispered, "Find Natasha if you can, but you must shut down those generators."

The assassin just nodded, but Fury then added, "Clint, I know I don't usually give advice, and no one listens to it if I do, but there is always two sides to the war. Good or bad, there is no middle ground, and no matter how small of a part you have, it always plays a difference in the end."

"I know." Clint replied, turning slightly to look at him. "I just don't know which side Natasha is on."

So Clint went out to track down Natasha, wearing his uniform underneath a black coat which pressed his quiver to his skin. He walked down to a park, which was slightly empty due to the decrepit ominous grey sky hovering above them. Clint walked over to the swing slowly, and sat down, using the balls of his feet to push himself back and forth.

"You're not going to find me that way," He heard a voice, and then a twig snap behind him. Clint whirled around, and saw Natasha swinging in a tree, in her full uniform, head cocked and face in a brilliant smile.

"Tasha?" He asked, surprised, jumping off the swing, "You're okay!" Clint ran for her, but as quickly as she had appeared, she just disappeared.
Not-slip-into-the-trees-and-magically-blend-in disappear, it was literally poof, and she was gone.

"I'm seeing things," He grumbled to himself, sticking his hands back into his pockets and turning back to the swing.

He saw lips that he'd kissed, and green eyes in his face, and suddenly Natasha backed up away from him. "So yeah, I'm just a figment of your imagination." She backtracked into the swing and sat down, scraping her feet along the sand. "But I'm here to offer you some advice."

"Advice advice advice," Clint mutters, taking a seat beside her, "And why would my imagination want to offer myself advice? I mean, that's stupid, if you think about it."

Natasha kept swinging back and forth slightly, wind whipping her red hair around her face, hiding her side profile, contorting it. Finally, she met his gaze. "Clint. There are things in this world that we can't explain, or are inexplicable, but do we still believe in them?"

He didn't understand what she was trying to tell him, so he looked at his hands in his lap, trying to avert her eyes, as if they could pry into his thoughts. "Somethings, yes."

She stuck her head in front of his, still smiling. "Suspension of belief. If you have that, then anything you want, anything you can imagine, it will be true."

"Are you trying to tell me that if I imagine you're really here, then you really will be here?" Clint asks, looking up at her.

Her eyes were smiling, but her actual smile was a sad one, gentle and full of hurt. "If you have suspension of belief, and you believe that I'm actually here."

"I wish I could find you, Nat." He told her, and he felt so stupid for literally talking to himself, but she felt so real, as if it actually were her.

Natasha-or his imagination-gently leaned over, and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I'm sorry," She whispers, tears in her eyes.

"What? What're you sorry for-" But she started backing up, away from him, and disappeared into the trees.

Then he knew for sure. She was real. He had felt her; her hand was warm like an actual human's and she kissed him.

"Nat!" Clint sprinted towards the trees, but his realization had come too late. He had lost her, yet again. "You can't keep doing this to me," He says out loud, as if she was still listening, "You play with me every time, and then you disappear."

Only the trees answered him. And then, with tears welling in his eyes, he took in a deep breath and said, "I will always love you, Natalia Romanov."

Then, Hawkeye turned, and left the park.

Bruce held up the apple juice box for Tony to sip.

Tony pretended to wipe a bead of sweat of his forehead. "This. Is. IMPOSSIBLE!"

Thanks to Fury and Clint, the two had gotten their little hands on Natasha's version of the blueprints, and they found out that they'd under-estimated their red-head for her brain power, and that she was quite a formidable thinker.

"Hey Cappy," Tony called, "You finished?"

Steve ran over quite excitedly, bouncing on the heels of his feet. "Got it," And he handed Tony the paper cut-out of what one of the missing pieces might look like.

Bruce took the paper cut-out, jumped up onto the encyclopedia which was put on the chair so the three toddlers would have an easy time getting up to the almost completed sphere. Bruce pressed the paper cut out in one of the holes, but it didn't fit properly. He turned to eager looking Steve and tired Tony and sadly, shook his head.

The two kids groaned, happiness being wiped right off of Steve's face fast. All three looked disdainful, as they set to work again.

Suddenly, Bruce's face lit up again. "Hang on!" He pulled at Tony, jumping up and down. "I think I got thomething!" Bruce jabbed at the computer screen, trying to contain his excitement.

"Bruce, just tell us already!" Tony yelled exaspartedly.

"JARVITH," Bruce called, "Play the footage of Clint and Natatha kithing!"

As the video feed played through of Natasha giving Clint a kiss on the lips, Tony looked confused. "What does that have to do with the time capsule?"

"The element!" Bruce screamed, rocking back and forth and crying in glee all the while, "It hath to do with their relathionthip! That'th why their pieceth fit together, becauthe it'th like you thaid! They're thoulmateth."

Steve and Tony's faces lit up as what Bruce had just said sunk in. "It all makes sense it all makes sense!" Tony, Steve and Bruce held hands and danced in a circle happily. "Hey Thor Thor," Tony called, breaking out of the circle, "Happen to have DNA of Jane's?"

Thor's head jerked up from the work bench-he had secretly been napping-and he quickly sat up. "Man of Iron, may you please repeat what you just asked?"

"Do. You. Have. DDDNNNNAAAA..." Tony dragged out the words, long and hard, "Offff Janeeeeeee'sss?"

Thor shook his head. "I apologize, friend Stark, alas, I do not carry Jane's DNA with me."

"Ah, shame you don't," Tony muttered, crossing his arms. "JARVIS, call Pepper down here for me,"

"What are you planning?" Steve asked, rubbing his hands together, confused.

Tony waited until Pepper came down before before he told Steve his intentions. "It's simple, I need our 'soulmates'," He made air quotation marks with his stubby fingers, "DNA, so I can create new pieces. As soon as we fit those pieces in, we will return to normal!" He finally smiled, after all that exhaustion in the workshop.

Pepper walked over to Tony, one hand on her hip, an action that would still remain regal even with Pepper, who's eyes were bloodshot, Pepper, who was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, and Pepper, who had deep bags imbedding underneath her eyes, bun disheveled. "Tony, what do you want? Lunch?"
He shook his head vigorously. "Bend down for me please, Ms. Potts."

She eyed him warily, but obeyed.

He plucked a piece of her hair, making her squeak in protest, and then Tony held the side of her face and pecked her quickly on the cheek, which looked weird, a five year old kid kissing an adult. Pepper stood up very quickly, eyes wide.

"Thank you, love you Pep." Then Tony shooed him away, and turned back to the three kids. "Okay, now, Brucie, fork over your girlfriend's hair, and we can call Jane for her to come over," He nodded at Thor.

Slowly, everyone turned to stare at the odd man out.

"Uh... Why are you all looking at me?" Steve squawked, and Tony extended a chubby hand.

The mini Iron Man smiled impishly. "Fork it over Uncle Sam."

"I... Don't call me Uncle Sam!" Steve complained, but Tony ignored this, hand still in front of him. Steve reluctantly reached to his neck and pulled out a very small locket. He opened it, and sitting inside was a small piece of Peggy's hair.

Tony confiscated it without hesitation, and Steve's face kept flashing between protest and a mask of calm. "Be careful," He called, following Tony as he jumped up to the purification system, "That's very precious to me."

"Oh, cool it, Capscicle." Tony placed the locket of hair on a small petri disc and slid it under the purification light. "You'll get it back, and it'll be untainted."

Soon after Jane had come and Thor had gotten his lock of hair, and after Tony had to look at all of Bruce's hair for one small hair fiber of Betty, Tony was making the pieces for the time capsule.

Needless to say, the tension and anticipation was unbearable.

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