Yay! I'm so glad you guys are happy with how the story turned out! Here's a little wrap-up for you all!

For those of you who asked, the rehearsals I'm doing are for dance. x) Recital is this month.

(Quick thoughts about Civil War - it was awesome - just don't go in expecting Clintasha moments, even platonic ones. You will be disappointed. Dx)

Clint's bedroom had been a quiet place in the past.

All he ever did there was sleep, and lay on the bed, and take naps, and doze, and rest his eyes. And he definitely never, ever danced to 'Hollaback Girl' there. Never.

He did that in the kitchen.

For the past several days, though, the silence that had reigned unchecked in his bedroom for so long had finally been broken. In the morning, there were promises whispered across the pillows, soft kisses stolen before breakfast, murmured conversations between the sheets. In the evening, there were shared secrets, carefree laughter, playful jokes. And at night, the noise level in the room reached a crescendo as passionate kisses and breathless words developed into flaming love.

And then Clint's bedroom would be quiet for hours – just entwined bodies, peaceful smiles, and the sound of steady breathing.

It was afternoon now, and Clint's bedroom was quiet again. The door was closed, and a little black kitten was asleep in a patch of sunlight by the window.

Then a voice was heard from the kitchen.

"Clint, you don't need to carry me everywhere we go."

The kitten's ear twitched.

A second voice. "But you're so little and fun to carry!"

"Call me, 'little' again, I dare you."

The kitten's eyes opened. She yawned and started stretching.

"Eh, whatever. It's still fun."

The kitten stood and padded softly towards the door.

" 'Fun' is not the word that comes to mind."

"Hm. Is it more fun for you if I run?"

Pounding footsteps. High-pitched laughter.

"Clint!"

The door flew open. Clint started to charge through, but Natasha grabbed the doorframe.

"Don't step on the cat don't step on the cat!"

Clint halted, as Strela skittered between his legs and ran into the kitchen. Natasha let go of the doorframe, and Clint ran into the room. He stopped by the bed and threw a laughing Natasha into the air. She landed on the bed.

Clint flopped down on the bed next to her, grinning as he waited for her laughter to die down. Finally she caught her breath and sat up, adjusting her hair.

"So, wait – what did you want to show me?"

"Oh, right!" Clint reached down and grabbed his laptop from beside his bed. He pulled up a certain Google article.

"Okay," he began. "So… back when I first realized how I felt about you—"

"Back in August," Natasha added, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Right, August," Clint said with a sheepish smile. "I didn't know how to tell you, so I looked up ways to hint that you like someone. I found this, and every day, I did something on the list to see if you would take the hint. Here, read it." He handed her the laptop, then scooted over so he was sitting cross-legged right in front of her. He pulled her legs loosely onto either side of his hips.

"Wait." She pointed at the screen. " 'Dress up a little when you know you're going to see them'… Was that…?"

"Oh, that undercover op," Clint said, grinning at the memory. "Remember, where we had to weed for hours?"

Natasha started smiling, and looked up at him. "Ohhh. Is that why you were dressed like—"

"Like I wanted to be sponsored by Ralph Lauren?" Clint supplied ruefully. "Yeah, that would be why."

Natasha chuckled. "I did wonder why you wore designer jeans to kneel in the mud."

Clint gave an exaggerated sigh. "Ah, yes… my designer jeans. May they rest in peace."

Natasha shrugged. "You did look good, though."

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Really? So it worked?" he teased, grinning at her.

Natasha smiled and ducked her head. "Sure. It worked," she said coyly.

When she glanced back at the screen, she frowned. "Wait. 'Have a friend ask about you'?"

"Oh." Clint gave an embarrassed laugh. "Yeah. Remember that time when Tony told you I was attacked?"

Natasha's eyes grew wide. "You said you had nothing to do with that!"

"I think my exact words were, 'I don't know what Stark told you'. Which was true, by the way," Clint said. "I just told him to talk me up, he made up the whole HYDRA thing."

Natasha squinted at him. "Guess I'll let you off the hook, then" was her comment. "But, seriously. How did Stark get 'Scare the crap out of them' from 'Ask about them'?"

"Search me," Clint replied. He could tell his partner was slightly perturbed by the memory, so he rested his hands reassuringly on her shins as she kept reading.

After a moment, she smiled. " 'Go out of your way to see them'… Was that the whole park situation?"

"Uh…" Clint joined in with her laughter. "Maybe."

For a few minutes, she read quietly down the list, chuckling now and then as one of the Steps prompted memories that were finally starting to make sense.

"Oh, right, the nickname," she said, looking up. "You called me 'Firefly'. Why did you stop doing that?"

"Oh." Clint thought about it, a little surprised. "I… don't know. I guess I got distracted by all the other steps and I just forgot."

Natasha tilted her head. "I liked that. You should do it again."

Clint grinned. "Okay, Firefly."

Several more minutes passed in warm silence. Clint kept his hands resting gently on her legs, smiling slightly as he watched her. Now and then a little smirk would cross her face, and he would feel something uncurl in his chest, a tangible reminder of how much he loved her.

At last she looked up at him, grinning. "Wow."

Clint shrugged. "So, yeah. I'm an idiot."

Natasha looked at the screen again. "You did all this for me?"

"Of course I did, Firefly. You're my most special person."

Natasha chuckled through her nose and shook her head, scrolling back through the List.

Clint reached out and, gently but firmly, took the laptop away. Natasha looked up in confusion as he set it aside.

"What?"

"What?" Clint said playfully, shifting onto his knees. He placed his hands on either side of her hips and captured her mouth lazily with his. Natasha's hand found the back of his neck, then he slowly pulled back.

Natasha tipped her head on its side. "What?" she said again, eyes sparkling with mischief.

Clint reached up and lightly brushed her hair back. Then he leaned up, situating his mouth next to her ear, and murmured, "Are you bored, Firefly?"

Natasha smirked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Maybe. Why?"

"Mmm." Clint leaned in again, nuzzling her ear. "I have something… fun, for us to do in here."

Natasha closed her eyes. "What's that," she asked drowsily.

Clint smiled.

"I got the next Harry Potter book ready, if you finished the first one."

Clint was still laughing when he hit the floor.

Buu22 - I'm probably not going to do Steps 2 and 10. x( I feel bad, but like you said, Nat's feelings for Clint weren't as well developed yet in Step 2 (however, I did reference that step in this epilogue just for you!), and in Step 10, I feel like she was still at the point where she could push out her emotion pretty easily and focus on sparring. So it probably wouldn't be very interesting. :(

However, I am doing Step 13, as per Mockingjay500's request, and Princess2016 has asked for 21c. So now the list for the Nat pov Steps is 3, 5, 6, 13, 15, 18, 19, 21b, and 21c. So unless someone has a last-minute request, I think that should be good!

One more thing - Finals are in like 3 weeks, and I haven't done a lick of studying. So, in the interest of passing my 2nd year of hs, I'm thinking about waiting on the Nat pov chapters until after exams. I may work on them a little, but the chances are that I won't be back till early June. :( I hate to do it, but my education is kindof important, so...

Anyways! I'll 'see' you all probably next month! Have a lovely May! :)