Hey guys! I did have this chapter posted like a half hour ago but as I was reading it again, I noticed some mistakes that would've made it confusing but this is the official chapter 25. I hope haha. I think you guys are going to like this chapter. It had the perfect blend of drama, romance, and humor. Also, I have a bit of a soundtrack set up for you guys if you so choose, but don't start listening to it until the second page break. Or section. Whatever you want to call it. So fire up YouTube and look up "Princess of China" by Coldplay feat. Rihanna, "Poison & Wine" by The Civil Wars, and "Send Me The Moon" by Sara Bareilles. Now, without further ado, here is chapter 25.

The remainder of the month of June passed in a blur of road trips. Clint and Natasha spent every moment they had together. When they weren't taking trips to the beach or an amusement park, they spent their time in Clint's backyard huddled around a campfire roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. A couple times, Clint would dig out his bow and arrow set from the garage and he would test Natasha to see if she remembered everything that he taught her a few years ago.

Everything was going well until one day in the first week of July when Natasha was working the day shift at Sweet Creams, Bobbi and her group of friends had walked in and sat in her section. Natasha worked at a café so customers could seat themselves. She considered asking one of the other waitresses if they would like to wait on them but she knew that would just be a hassle.

Unfortunately, Natasha had to wait on Bobbi and her friends, as much as she didn't want to. She wouldn't be surprised that if by the end of their lunch, they had stiffed her no matter how nice Natasha acted towards them. Natasha took a deep breath and walked over to the table anyways to greet them and ask them if they wanted drinks.

Bobbi seemed to be cooperating as of right now. There was no telling what she had up her sleeve for later. She even seemed to be relatively nice to Natasha, but Natasha knew it had to be a façade.

Natasha brought them their drinks and then asked them for their orders. When they finished rattling off their orders, Natasha took off towards the kitchen, thrust the slip at the cooks, and collapsed against the counter.

She's here for a reason. She's here to fuck with me, Natasha thought.

Natasha composed herself and then went back out into the restaurant to check on the rest of her tables. By the time she had checked on all of her tables and rang up their checks, Bobbi and her friends' food was ready. Natasha rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the plates, and swiftly walked out into the restaurant. She reached Bobbi's table and placed each plate in front their respective owners.

Bobbi didn't say anything other than "thank you" when Natasha placed her food in front of her. When everyone had their food, Natasha asked if they wanted anything else, and when they said no, Natasha told them to enjoy their food and she walked away.

After taking orders from a couple more tables Natasha had received, she returned to Bobbi's table to ask them how everything was. They all replied that it was good, including Bobbi, and Natasha turned to walk away when she heard Bobbi call out her name. Natasha tensed up, but she turned around to face Bobbi.

"Yes?" Natasha asked with the fakest smile across her face.

"How are you and Clint doing?" Bobbi asked, staring down at her plate and stabbing a piece of chicken with her fork.

"I don't think that's any of your business," Natasha said icily.

"Mmm, okay. I was just wondering if he still thinks about our night at the eighth grade farewell dance."

Natasha tensed up again. The fuck is she talking about? Natasha thought. When Natasha didn't answer, Bobbi looked up from her plate with a mischievous smirk across her face.

"Oh, he didn't tell you?" Bobbi said innocently.

"Bobbi, stop it," one of Bobbi's friends said.

"No, it's okay. I would love to hear this," Natasha said sarcastically.

"You weren't your boyfriend's first kiss," Bobbi said, stabbing another piece of chicken and shoving it into her mouth. She chewed but that mischievous smirk never left her face.

Natasha shook her head. "Whatever lies you're trying to spread, it's not going to work."

"Oh trust me. It's not a lie. You should probably ask him yourself."

"Clint tells me everything so this is clearly a lie," Natasha said crossing her arms across her chest.

"Oh. Well, it seems as if he didn't tell you this," Bobbi said, setting down her fork. "Just ask him."

Natasha glared at her and continued to stand her ground by the table.

"Just wow, his lips on mine that first time. It felt so perfect," Bobbi said, running her fingers over her lips. "Just ask him. You'd be surprised what he'll tell you."

For a split second, Natasha felt herself give up. Of all the people to trust in a situation like this, she would choose Clint over Bobbi any day, but Bobbi had kissed Clint before. In front of Natasha, nonetheless. Clint wouldn't lie about kissing Bobbi before her though. Right?

"I think we'll take the check," Bobbi said, relaxing back into her seat. Natasha stared at her for a couple more seconds then rushed over to the counter to ring up their check. She pressed the buttons with a little more force than usual and then ripped the receipt from the register when it printed out. She stomped back over to Bobbi's table, slammed the paper on the table, and through clenched teeth, told them to have a nice day.

As she walked to the back of the restaurant to her boss' office, she reached behind her to untie the apron from her. She chucked it into the basket with the other dirty aprons and walked into her boss' office unannounced.

"I need to go home," Natasha announced, her voice shaking.

"Natasha, are you alright?" her boss asked from her desk.

"No, I really, really need to go home," Natasha said. Her voice was shaking worse than ever and she could feel herself on the verge of tears. She couldn't even believe that Bobbi had gotten to her.

"Okay, okay," her boss said. "Do you need a ride home?"

"No," Natasha said through clenched teeth. She stomped out of the office – grabbing her bag on the arm chair on the way – and through the back door into the humid summer air. Since she was leaving work early, she had no way of getting home, but she wasn't going home. Where she was going, she needed all the time possible to think of what she was going to say, so she started to walk up Main Street and started to brainstorm all of the things she was going to say to Clint when she reached his house.

Slap!

"Is it true!" Natasha asked, her voice shaking, when Clint had answered the front door. Everything she had thought of on her walk to Clint's house was completely forgotten when he answered the door and her instincts had taken over. She had slapped him clear across the face, and she hoped it had hurt.

"Nat, what the fucking hell?" he asked, rubbing the side of his face where Natasha had slapped him.

"Is. It. True?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"Is what true?" he asked, clearly annoyed.

"Bobbi was your first kiss!" she screamed.

No, Clint thought. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

The fact that Clint didn't answer hurt Natasha. This clearly meant that it was true. Natasha shook her head, let out a breath, and stomped down the front steps. On her way over to Clint's, she noticed the dark grey storm clouds advancing over town. When she stepped down from Clint's front porch, she felt a few rain drops hit her face.

"Wait, Tasha! No!" Clint said, rushing down the steps. Natasha kept walking; she didn't want to look him in the eyes right now. He grabbed her arm but she yanked it from his grasp and kept walking. She turned onto the road and headed towards her house.

The small drizzle that had started as she walked down Clint's front porch had now turned into a steady shower. She could hear a rumble of thunder off in the distance, and a bolt of cloud-to-cloud lightning lit up the angry sky. However, the most notable sound she heard was Clint's footsteps behind her; he was still following her.

"Please Nat," he begged. "Just stop and talk to me."

"No," she growled. She wasn't quite sure if the wetness on her face was from the rain or if she was crying. Either way, she wasn't sure if it mattered.

As hard as she tried to get him to go away, Clint wouldn't give up. He followed her all the way to her house, and by that time, it was pouring, the wind had picked up, and the thunder was getting closer.

"Natasha," he breathed her name. Natasha tensed up; he hadn't addressed her by her full first name since they were in elementary school when they first met. She let a whimper escape her throat, and she wrapped her arms around her as she turned around to face him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she whimpered.

"I…I don't know," he said breathlessly. "But Nat, it was before we were dating."

"I don't care if it was before we dated. I was under the impression that you were my first kiss and I was yours. Our first kiss now seems to be tainted by Bobbi fucking Morse."

"Did she tell you this? She told you this, didn't she?" Clint asked. When Natasha didn't respond he got his answer.

"Did she tell you that I pushed her away because it felt wrong?" he asked. Natasha looked at him disbelief and when she didn't answer, he took it as a sign to continue.

"I don't understand why you never believe me, but I sure hope you'll believe me when I say this. It's always been you, Natasha. Deep down, it has always been you. At the eighth grade farewell dance, it felt wrong to be there without you, and when Bobbi kissed me, that was the last straw. I left because it wasn't right without you."

"But why didn't you tell me!" she wailed.

"Because it didn't matter! That kiss will never count in my eyes."

"A kiss is a kiss Clint. It counts no matter what," Natasha said icily.

"Fuck that! We can bend the rules. It shouldn't count if one of the people involved isn't willing."

They stood in the rain in silence for a couple minutes. The only sound was of the crackling of thunder growing closer and closer. Clint saw Natasha bite the inside of her mouth and then he looked at her eyes. They were red and puffy. It wasn't the rain that was soaking her face, it was her own tears.

"Tasha, I love you," he said, his voice slightly cracking. "I love you so much. I don't want us to fight. I regret not telling you. I swear, but please don't break my heart over something Bobbi said because it's not worth it."

Natasha felt her own heart break as he said that. She had been cold, heartless, and an all-around bitch. She supposed Clint had kept it from her because not only was it unimportant, but he loved her too much to tell her.

"You can keep standing out here and catch pneumonia if you want, but I'm going in your house to get dry," he said brushing past her. He walked up the porch steps and was about to grab the spare key under the mat when Natasha stopped him.

"Clint!" she called from her driveway, and turned around to face him. He whipped around to see that she hadn't really moved from her spot, but the look in her eyes meant that she was sincerely sorry.

"Why won't she leave us alone?" she asked, her voice cracking. She could feel more tears about to spill over and it blurred her vision. She didn't even notice that Clint had walked back down the porch steps into the rain; his arms were around her before she knew it.

"Stop, Nat," he muttered. "You have to stop letting her get to you."

She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest, but she couldn't keep the tears from falling.

"You're my weakness. She uses you against me," she wailed.

"I know, I know," he said, tightening his grip on her. They stood there in the middle of her driveway, not moving the slightest even as the rain continued to pour down and the thunder continued to rumble. Natasha tried to push herself away once she calmed herself down, but she only managed to pull away enough so that she could look Clint in the eyes.

That's when he leaned in and kissed her with all the energy he had, and she kissed him back. The kiss became more aggressive when Natasha had reached up on her tip toes to put more force behind it.

"Inside," she breathed when she briefly broke her lips away from his. They rushed up the steps and Natasha grabbed the spare key from under the mat, jamming it into the lock and turning it. The door swung open when she turned the door knob.

They stumbled into Natasha's house, and she reached behind Clint to close the door, and then pushed him up against it while still kissing him. She tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, which was soaking wet, and he helped her lift it over his head. It landed in a sopping wet heap on the floor a couple feet away from them.

Natasha tossed her bag behind her and it landed with a thud on the hardwood floor. She grabbed at the top of Clint's jeans and unbuckled the belt, pulling it through the loops and whipping it across the room.

Clint started fingering the top of her shirt and slowly started to undo the buttons. Natasha got nervous when Clint undid the last button, but she wasn't going to stop him. She helped him slide her shirt off of her body, revealing her black lace bra. In that moment, she was thankful that she had worn one of her nicer looking bras as opposed to the simpler ones that she owned.

"Bedroom," she breathed and Clint nodded. They stumbled towards her bedroom, never breaking the kiss. When they reached her room, they backed up to her bed until the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed and collapsed on top of the mattress. She kicked off her shoes and she heard Clint fumble to get his off as well. He climbed on top of her, looped one of his fingers through the belt loops on her pants, and tugged. Natasha gasped at the action and Clint stopped and muttered a "sorry" but she just shook her head and continued to kiss him.

She felt Clint's fingers fumbled over the button of her pants, but when he undid the button, he gently slid her pants off of her and tossed them onto the floor. Then, with shaking fingers, Natasha undid the button on Clint's jeans. He got off of her for a couple seconds so he could awkwardly step out of his jeans but then he immediately resumed kissing her.

Clint broke away from her lips and she almost let out a whimper because of the absence until he started to trail kisses down her neck and chest. When Clint's lips reached her stomach, she couldn't control the butterflies she felt inside of her. He reached back up to her face and attacked her lips with force.

After a couple more minutes of intense kissing, Clint pulled his lips away from hers and his blue-grey eyes connected with her green ones.

"Are you sure, Nat?" he asked. She nodded her head, her eyes eager.

"Positive?"

"Yes, Clint," she said with a giggle, running her fingers over the scars on his torso from the accident last summer.

"You have to tell me if I'm hurting you. Don't give me shit about having a high tolerance for pain. If I'm hurting you, tell me to stop," he demanded.

"I promise," she whispered. He smiled down at her and then kissed her, gently but slowly making it aggressive.

They reached for the covers and pillows and burrowed themselves underneath them. If anything had hurt, Natasha didn't realize it because she was finally with Clint. It was just the two of them, and it meant that they loved each other without any boundaries.

"Umm, where's your dad?" Clint asked from the couch. Natasha appeared behind him – wearing just her underwear and his t-shirt – and handed him a bottle of water. Natasha carefully stepped around the coffee table so as not to bump it because of the candles burning on it. At one point, the storm had knocked out the power, and Clint and Natasha hadn't realized it until they had climbed out of bed to grab their clothes from around the house and toss them into the dryer.

"The Hamptons with Mr. Osborn," Natasha said, gently sitting down on the couch next to Clint. Since she was wearing his t-shirt, the only thing he was wearing was his boxers. Not that Natasha cared because she rather liked the sight of him right now, and she was sure he liked looking at her wearing his t-shirt.

He watched as she carefully lowered herself onto the couch, and wondered if she was okay. He didn't really like the way she was moving.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, waving off his question.

"Nat, seriously," he said.

Natasha sighed. "It's not a big deal. I'm just a little sore. It's supposed to happen after the first time."

Clint leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. When she turned to face him, his lips connected with hers. When they pulled apart, Clint wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

"We really made a mess of this place when we came in, didn't we?" Natasha said, looking around at the puddles of water on the floor that they had yet to clean up.

Clint shrugged. "It's nowhere near as bad as your bedroom right now."

"Clint!" she squealed and punched him in the ribs. He winced, but grabbed her by the waist and tackled her onto her back on the couch. He climbed on top of her and looked down into her green eyes. Her red hair was splayed out on the couch underneath her head and it looked like a fiery halo. He smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair out of her face.

"Was it okay?" he asked. "You're not disappointed or anything, are you?"

Natasha giggled. "It was the first time Clint. What would I have to be disappointed about?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe you were expecting it to be more romantic."

She pushed herself up so that her lips were just close enough to Clint's. "Kissing in the rain. Absentee parents. The power going out. How is any of that not romantic?" she asked with a grin spreading across her face.

Clint chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. As the kiss deepened, he felt her hitch her legs around the back of his thighs. That's when it hit him, and he couldn't realize how stupid he had been.

"Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," he said, breaking the kiss and backing away from her.

"What?" she looked at him in confusion.

"We didn't – we didn't use. I mean – we did this without..." he sputtered.

Natasha looked at him as if he was crazy, but finally understood what he was saying and then burst into laughter.

"Tasha, this is not funny. What if you get pregnant?" Clint said.

"I'm not going to get pregnant," she said, wiping the tears from her face from laughing so hard.

"How do you know? It could happen!"

"Because I'm on The Pill dumbass," she said matter-of-factly.

"You're on the…wait what?"

"God you're an idiot," she said, trying to suppress a laugh. "I take a pill everyday to prevent me from getting pregnant if I have sex."

"I know what The Pill is. I just didn't know you were on it."

"Well now you do," she said as she crawled across the couch to him. "So, with that said, what do you say to round two?"

"My girl is naughty," Clint teased as he leaned in to kiss her but she pulled away.

"Not on the couch where my dad sits," she said, getting up and walking to her bedroom, her hips swaying with every stride. He couldn't help but stare at how his t-shirt hit really low on her thighs.

"Come on!" she called from her bedroom. He got up from the couch as quick as he possibly could and rushed to her room, slamming the door on the way in.

Sunlight streamed through the windows in Natasha's room. After their second round last night, Clint and Natasha had fallen asleep in each other's arms from exhaustion but not before Clint had checked his phone. He had left in a hurry earlier in the day to make sure Natasha was okay that he didn't even realize it looked suspicious that his car was in the driveway but he wasn't home. His mom had left him two voicemails, her voice panicked, and there was also a message from his father. He called them back to inform them that Natasha had left work early, upset with him, and she had ran off once she made it to his house.

His parents were shocked to hear that they had had a fight but when Clint told them that everything was fine, Natasha snorted a laugh. When Clint finished his conversation on the phone with his parents, he had collapsed back on the bed and Natasha had curled up against him. With that, they fell asleep.

The bright sunlight was disturbing Clint's slumber, and he was woken up immediately. He glanced over at the clock on Natasha's bedside table to see that it read 11:34. Clint sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to fall back asleep but there was no way he was going to wake up Natasha.

Clint laid there for a couple minutes just staring at the ceiling when he heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He thought he imagined it, or that he was hearing things, until he heard Mr. Romanoff walk through the front door and announce Natasha's name.

Clint started to panic; he was going to have to wake up Natasha now. He poked her gently in the shoulder and she stirred. When she rolled over onto her back, she rubbed her eyes and looked over at Clint and smiled. She saw the panic in his eyes and the smile quickly faded.

"Your dad's home," Clint hissed.

"What? Oh fuck!" she hissed, tossing the covers off of her body. At this point, she didn't care if Clint was going to see her completely naked in broad daylight. She needed to hide Clint's clothes and Clint himself. She stumbled over to her dresser and yanked out a t-shirt and shorts, pulling them onto her body.

She turned around and saw Clint awkwardly pulling on his jeans. She grabbed his t-shirt that was lying by her feet and chucked it across the bed at him.

"Put your phone on silent and get under the bed," she ordered.

"What?" he asked in a panic.

"The bed. Under it. Now," she demanded, and she watched as Clint disappeared under the bed.

Natasha quickly ran a brush through her hair just as her dad opened her bedroom door. She flashed her dad a smile and he reciprocated the gesture.

"How was your weekend?" he asked, his hand lingering on the doorknob.

"Oh you know nothing special. Work, hanging out with Clint. The usual," she said shrugging her shoulders. "How was your bromantic weekend with Mr. Osborn?"

Mr. Romanoff chuckled at Natasha's joke. "It was great. The Hamptons really is a magnificent vacation spot. You should come one time."

"Yeah, that would be great," Natasha said a little more excitedly than necessary.

Mr. Romanoff gave her a look and then said, "Are you okay? You look a little flustered."

"Well, I practically just woke up so…" she trailed off.

Mr. Romanoff nodded his head and turned to leave her room when he suddenly turned around, startling Natasha.

"Oh, don't think I didn't know that Mr. Barton is hiding half-naked under your bed," Mr. Romanoff deadpanned. With that, he left, closing her bedroom door on the way out.

"Damn, he's good," Clint said as he crawled out from underneath her bed. He crossed to the other side of the room where Natasha stood and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"That's probably my cue to leave," he said.

"No," she whined.

"The last thing I want is for your father to snap my neck because I had sex with his daughter."

"Okay," she sighed.

He gave her another quick peck on the lips. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she said with a smile.

He put his hand on the doorknob when Natasha stopped him.

"You know, just to be safe. Why don't you go out the window? I really don't want to watch my dad snap the neck of the boy I love."

Clint smirked and he made his way over to the window with Natasha on his heels. He lifted open the window and swung one leg out when Natasha stopped him with another kiss. He stumbled out of the window and Natasha watched as he disappeared around the corner of the house.

Well, she thought. I guess it's time for me to face my father.

She glumly dragged her feet out of her bedroom and prepared for the scolding she was so sure she was going to receive.

There it is my dear readers. It finally happened. And I knew exactly when I wanted it to happen and what I wanted to happen. This has been bouncing around in my head for several chapters so I'm glad I could finally get it all out. Hence why it's so long.

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