NYC, United States

Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov came exhausted from another successful mission. Clint broke down the silence.

"Years passed by, haven't they?"

"They did"

Clint sighed.

"You miss him?"

"Everyday."

It was on such days Natasha wondered what it would be like to have a family. But he was gone, and given up by their own hands. After all, who'd want assassins for parents?