A/N: FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE. I made a really really big mistake. I just deleted the OG Chapter 3 and I'm rewriting because fuck that's bad. Okay, this suuuuuuucks.

Anyways, the support lately is so amazing. The chapters take somewhat longer to publish because they are longer and I have to read through them multiple times to strip them from as many errors and typos as possible. It's also a fanfic that needs a bit more research than Bulletproof because I want it MCU correct. Not everything will be the same, like relationships, as you will see later on, but the same big events will be the same and hopefully timeline-wise correct. (and that's where I made this boo boo.) But it's a pretty easy fix its just annoying. I am essentially just rearranging parts of the fanfics and moving the wrong parts into another separate chapter. I have no idea how I messed this up so much but oh well.

Quite a few time jumps. Because this is kinda like I rewrite this will be a bit shorter just to save up for the bigger events in the next chapter in case anyone jumps over this chapter because again, second version. I will still recommend reading this but whatever. Enough ranting.

S-B

Laura wanted to kill Nick Fury. Not literally, but close. After Clint came home from his first solo mission Natasha got sent on missions nonstop. Clint got his fair share as well, but because Fury and Coulson both knew he was a father their new go-to agent was Natasha. This frustrated Laura a-lot.

Only one day after Clint came home Natasha got her first mission. To everyone's surprise, Clint wasn't called to her partner. Instead, Maria Hill was the one who was going with her on her first mission. Natasha had almost fallen into another panic attack when Phil had asked her to go. But her panic-filled eyes got soon replaced with the same lifeless distance eyes she had worn the first day Laura met her. They were scary. No horrifying.

After the first mission, Natasha didn't even come home. She was almost immediately sent on another mission, thankfully with Clint this time. Laura didn't see the redhead in months. Every time Clint came back home, she was searching for the other girl hoping she was with him. It never happened. Clint would only shake his head indicating that Nat wasn't going to join them in a while.

Natasha was constantly on the move. But when she wasn't SHIELD decided it was better for her to stay near headquarters giving her an apartment in Washington to make sure she always was available and not too far out of reach.

It was only a few months between Natasha's last visit, but when the day came, and Natasha did come home, Laura almost didn't recognize her. She looked mostly the same the only difference was her hair which was a bit longer, dyed in a darker red. What really caught the mother's eyes was Natasha's fiery eyes. They were awake, alive, present, and filled with adrenaline and energy. In other words, they were downright terrifying. Her body was filled with cuts and scrapes, but she didn't seem to care as she walked towards the house with Clint.

Still, the second she stepped over the door frame Natasha's eyes melted into two soft loving eyes as she met Laura's eyes for the first time in months. Laura felt her body walk on autopilot wrapping her arms around the woman before she checked every inch of her body making sure she was real, and her eyes weren't playing games with her.

Laura loved having the girl back home. She seemed a lot more present and alive. A good change to say at least. But her eyes also told Laura she was still struggling with whatever was trying to control Natasha's mind. Not too different from her first visit Laura caught her awake most of the night.

Natasha was the perfect houseguest. Like always she was polite and helped around on the farm, but she was also their friend and could sit for hours just talking. Cooper was still very young, but he adored Natasha, who had gotten the title of Auntie Nat. Laura loved to watch Natasha interact with her son. She was always very careful with him, but it was no doubt Natasha loved him just or maybe more than he loved her.

Sadly, the happiness that was Natasha was short lasted, and Natasha was called for a mission only three days later. It was soon Christmas and Laura wanted Natasha there so badly. She felt selfish but she did. She really did want Natasha home with her and Clint, and not out in a random country in God knows where doing whatever scary work she was doing. The only thing that made Laura slightly more okay with the whole situation was Clint being with her 50% of the time. She knew Natasha didn't need Clint. In fact, most of the time it was Clint who needed her to save his dumb ass. But it still helped her poor heart to know they at least had each other's backs.

She wasn't expecting anyone when she heard an aggressive knock on her door. Why would she even expect anyone at this time of night? It was close to midnight and Natasha and Clint were out on a mission in Budapest, or at least that's what she thought.

Was it one thing both Natasha and Clint had said maybe five hundred times was it that she should never open the door if she didn't know who it was. Especially if she didn't expect anyone. Everyone at SHIELD knew better than just turn randomly up at her door and so did her neighbors.

Slowly she made her way over to the door grabbing one of the many guns Natasha had hidden around the house before she slowly unlocked the door. The door flew up and Laura jumped backward, pointing the gun in front of her. To her surprise, Natasha and Clint stood at the door in the dark. Natasha was hanging over Clint's shoulder both with dark circles under their eyes

"Wow, Laura. It's good that you were ready to protect yourself but at least take the safety off before you treat anyone with a gun" Natasha said with a mocking tone.

"Oh my god" Laura let out falling down on the staircase behind her in relief.

"What is wrong with you two. Key anyone?" Laura let out a loud breath dropping the gun to the floor.

"Clint lost his, and I didn't bring mine," Natasha said as Clint helped her inside. She was hanging over his left shoulder with a nasty cut on her left arm and swore lowly when she tripped on the doorstep with her leg relying entirely on Clint's strength to keep her on her feet.

"Upstairs?" Clint asked Natasha.

"Upstairs." She agreed as they made their way slowly up the staircase. With Clint more or less lifting her most of the way.

"You lost the key to your house? How does that happen then?" Laura sighed as she followed them upstairs grabbing a first aid kit on her the way.

"It's not that easy when you end up in a street with guns pointing at you from all directions. The only reason I didn't lose an arm, or a heart was because Nat was there" Clint mumbled as he helped Natasha into bed.

Laura looked at Clint carefully. He only had a few minor cuts and some dirt on him. Mostly intact. Was this another "Natasha saves Clint's sorry ass" episode again? Probably was.

"I think you woke up your son. Go say hi to him before he runs into Nat's room please." Laura said kissing Clint. He nodded before he walked out of the room leaving Natasha and Laura.

"So, what happened?" Laura asked as she slowly helped Natasha out of her dirty suit.

"Well like Clint said, we kinda messed up, so we ended up in a bloodbath. We weren't even the real targets it was more like a mosh pit with people all over the place." Natasha shrugged looking at Laura rolling her eyes.

"And let me guess, you somehow ended up between whatever tried to kill Clint and Clint?" Laura said as she slowly started to examine the big wound on Natasha's arm. It was a long deep cut. At least four inches.

"Something like that," Natasha said with a small smile. Somehow Laura always ended up with a beaten-up Natasha and a more or less okay Clint. While Clint was a great spy, he was better when he held his distance, using his bow from a longer distance than most people would be comfortable with. Natasha, on the other hand, was trained in martial arts as well as she was excellent at using both the gun and knives making her the natural front row of the two and somehow always the one ending up getting pinned between Clint and his enemies.

"I think you need stitches." Laura ran her hand down the wound.

"It's fine Laura. You don't have to do that. I'll fix it later Natasha said moving away from her. Laura only shook her head.

"I'm not letting you sew yourself. Are you crazy?" Laura said holding a firm hand on Natasha's arm.

"You're left-handed right?" Laura asked as she slowly prepared the needle and medical thread.

"I would prefer the term ambidextrous, but by birth, yes," Natasha said slowly turning her left side towards Laura.

"Exactly. One thing is wanting to do it yourself. But I'm not letting you try to stitch yourself with your off-hand."

Laura had never been the kind who was faced my blood or wounds. Obviously, she had seen a lot of them in her times. With a husband as a spy and a friend like Natasha blood was nothing she cared about.

Throughout the years she had learned to recognize different kinds of injuries and how they should be treated. Of course, when Clint and Natasha came home, they were never in a life-threatening state. If that was the case, they would always force each other to real medical attention, but both were stubborn and wasn't the kind who liked hospitals never going if it was absolutely necessary.

Clint walked into the room with Cooper in his arms when Laura was about to start.

"I'm going to bed. Coop wants company so I'm taking him to our bedroom okay? If you don't want to share with both of us, I'm sure Natasha won't mind" Clint said with a small smile looking at the child.

Cooper tended to get nightmares whenever Clint came home and slept in another room than Laura and him, so Laura only nodded at them.

She turned around to find Natasha lying on the bed almost sleeping.

"Talia. Come on" Laura said slowly trying to get her in a sitting position.

"Laura, please. I am just so tired." Natasha answered still not budging from the bed.

"Fine" Laura mumbled. She didn't care if Natasha was going to sleep through it, she was still going to make sure she wasn't going to bleed out.

She tried to work fast and 10 minutes later Natasha's arm was neatly wrapped in a bandage. Laura could tell by Natasha's streaky breath that she was already asleep. The second Laura let go of her arm Natasha curled up.

Laura let out a small sigh as she watched the girl. It was a typical move from Natasha whenever she was overworked or stressed. Sometimes it resulted in a migraine, sometimes it was nightmares. Sometimes it was just a 12 hours night sleep and then she shook it off.

"Talia?" Laura whispered as she moved into the bed and she covered both of them with the duvet before she too fell asleep.

Laura had almost forgotten her and Clint plans for Natasha but got quickly reminded when she and Natasha walked into the living room filled with balloons, a mini Christmas tree and a tall stack for pancakes the next day. Natasha had woken up around the same time as Laura and they had spent around 15 minutes just going over Natasha's injuries. She had a lightly sprained ankle and a few cuts that still needed attention. Other than that and the large cut in her arm she seemed more or less fine.

"Eh, guys?" Natasha said with a confused look. Cooper ran into his aunts' arms and she lifted him into her arms effortlessly.

"BIRTHDAY" Cooper squealed.

"Eh, what?" Natasha stopped looking at Clint with a confused look.

"We know you don't know your birthdate. And because you didn't get to celebrate Christmas, we decided to sorta combine." Clint had his normal mischievous look on his face and Natasha decided to turn to Laura instead.

"Why? You guys already celebrated Christmas. It's April."

"Well. You never got your Christmas present because you were off to the other side of the world. And we never got to celebrate your birthday because, well we don't know when it is. So, we decided to just do both. It's just an excuse to give you gifts but it's fine." Laura winked at her and she watched as Natasha looked surprised at the pile of gifts by the fireplace.

"Why now?" Natasha said with a low voice as she accepted the gift Cooper gave to her.

"What day is it Natasha?" Clint said softly before he scooped the pile of gifts closer to Natasha.

"April 10th?" Natasha answered carefully. Laura could see she was eyeing out the gifts. She wondered if she had ever been given a gift before, or if that was something the black widow just ignored completely.

"It's the day I day I brought you home to us for the very first time," Clint replied. His eyes were sparkling, and Natasha looked at him in disbelief.

"You guys remember the date?" Natasha whispered. She looked at Laura with teary eyes and Laura nodded at her before she sat down on the floor beside Natasha and gave her a hug from behind.

"Of course, we do, Talia" she whispered in her ear.

Natasha was surrounded by gifts. Laura's excuse for all the gift was to give her a gift for every year she had missed. In other words, 22. Which was kinda absurd, but it didn't matter. Most of the gifts were practically gifts. Because knowing Natasha she didn't want anything that didn't have a purpose. She had gotten a few new clothes, a bottle of wine and some pictures of the family and Cooper. Clint's gift to Natasha was a beautiful set of kitchen knives. Some of the sharpest knifes Laura had ever seen but they were breathtaking with a dark knife blade in a dark red shaft made out of some sort of wood.

Natasha put down the set carefully when Laura handed her the box she had wrapped. She was beyond excited to see Natasha open her gift. She had used longer than she should have to wrap the gift and Natasha looked at her taking the box slowly. She almost seemed hesitant.

"Just open it!" Laura blurted out too impatient to wait anymore. Natasha ripped the paper off and opened the box carefully almost dropping it when she peeked inside. She looked back and forth between the box and Laura multiple times before Clint cut her off.

"But for god's sake what is it?!" Natasha ignored him completely and just looked a Laura in disbelief.

"I can't accept this," Natasha said handing the box back. Laura only laughed at her and pushed the box back.

"Of course, you can. And I'm not going to return them either. You better just use them." Laura said with a smile. Natasha looked at her in disbelief before she slowly nodded before she dragged Laura into a big hug.

"Hey! Where is my hug" Clint whined before Natasha jumped into his arms, tackling him unto the floor. Laura watched as her son jumped on top of them and she let out a small laugh. It was good to have Natasha home.

Natasha was on a small break meaning she had a full week at the farm. Which made Laura very happy. They had spent the last few days just hanging out the four of them enjoying their company. It was nice.

Laura was just about to ask Natasha if she needed anything before, she went on a short shopping trip when she walked into her room finding the woman in the middle of the room with her new shoes on. Laura wasn't aware Natasha had already sewn on her ribbons on her shoes.

Laura stood in silence as she watched Natasha test out her shoes carefully before she made a small run and jumped into a leap. Laura bit her lip when she watched Natasha land on her injured leg making the girl stumble and she could hear her swear under her breath.

"How do they feel?" Natasha turned around when she heard Laura's voice. She looked at her with a thoughtful look before she answered.

"Fine. I think. It's just kinda new. It's been a few years." She looked down at her shoes with a small smile. Laura remembers very well when Natasha had originally stopped the white shoes the first time.

"I'm sure it will come back," Laura said as she sat down on the bed and watched Natasha untie the shoes.

"How are your leg?" Laura asked carefully as Natasha packed the shoes neatly into her bag.

"It could have been better. It could have been worse." Natasha shrugged before she picked up her bag and looked at Laura. She looked at Natasha for a long moment before she said.

"I'm going to run a few errands. I won't be long, but I was wondering if you need anything?" Laura asked with a small smile. She watched as Natasha stared out into nothing before answering.

"Can I join maybe?" Natasha was still looking at nothing and Laura was wondering what she was thinking about.

"What about your ankle?"

"It's fine."

"Natasha!"

"Please?"

"Fine…"

Laura was watching Natasha carefully she drove them to their small town. Natasha seemed to be in her own world just looking at nothing. They stopped at their local mall and walked inside both ignoring the fact they hadn't talked at all on their way here.

Laura had only a few things on her list. She wanted to buy a new book or two. They needed a few lightbulbs and she wanted to look at some new beds since Cooper was soon going to need a big boy's bed instead of his crib. As they were walking into the kids' store, she noticed Natasha look maybe a bit longer than needed on a small red crib.

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Natasha shot her head up when she heard the question.

"I know you're only 22, but I mean you're great with cooper and I can see you be a great mo-"

"No" Natasha cut her off only looking at her for a second before she looked down at the crib again.

"I don't think I will ever be able to. I don't have the longest life expectancy" She said with a small smile before. As much as Laura hated it, Natasha was right. She had countless of enemies out there. Both from her days from KGB and SHIELD.

"That's not true. And if you ever do get pregnant SHIELD will understand, I mean just look at Clint he is-" Laura tried but got yet again cut off. This time Natasha seemed slightly annoyed.

"Laura! Please, just don't." Laura only nodded slightly a bit thrown off by Natasha's strict voice. Natasha never raised her voice like that. Ever.

The continued to walk in silence as Laura tried to find a bed she liked. Which she eventually did. She knew Clint would probably get annoyed if she came home with a new bed, but she didn't care. Cooper needed a new one anyway.

"What about you?" Natasha asked carefully. Laura noticed how careful she was as she asked.

"About what." Laura hummed back as she signed a paper that said she would pick up the bed from the warehouse later.

"About another child," Natasha answered just as careful as previously. Laura only looked at her. She did not expect that at all.

" I haven't thought about it. But I've always wanted more than one child." She answered with a dreamy voice. Because she really had. She had always loved children and she loved Cooper more than anything. She knew Clint was on her side as well. Maybe they would try for more. She had to talk about it with Clint, but she was sure he would love another one.

Natasha and Laura spend longer than needed in town and were currently in a small restaurant to buy some lunch. Laura had brought five books and were scanning through them as they were waiting for their food. Natasha was looking at her phone, but Laura noticed how she threw a few glances at her books.

"See something you like?" Laura asked with a playful voice with a small wink. Natasha looked at her with a confused look before nodding slowly.

"I mean, I guess. I have never read poetry before." Natasha answered slowly before she pointed at one of her books. Laura tilted her head a bit. This woman was 22 and she had never seen a poem before?

"We were told at art was only a waste of time. It makes you feel feelings that won't ever be useful." Natasha's voice was empty and for the first time in a very long time, Laura noticed a small Russian accent. Almost like it was a lyric she had practiced in a particular voice.

"But dancing, ballet? That's an art form?" Laura looked at her and Natasha's empty eyes looked at her.

"It is, but that's not what we used it for. We learned ballet and I was taught piano, but both were only taught for future missions. They are beneficial. " Natasha looked at her with two hurt eyes.

"But you like dancing I saw you! Your eyes were just filled in happiness when you tried your shoes on!" Laura exclaimed as she looked at her. The woman looked like she was pretty much drowning in guilt at this point, not that she had done anything wrong right?

"Well yeah. But I shouldn't be loving it. But I do. I always did enjoy it." Natasha's voice trailed before she smiled sadly.

"But you are allowed now. And I think it's good for you." Laura said with a warm smile. Natasha nodded slowly.

They sat in silence for a while before their food came. Even when they ate it was minimal talking and Laura could see Natasha was hurting. Why she didn't know yet.

Laura and Natasha drove home in silence. While she had gotten everything on her list, including a ridiculous expensive bed for the kid Laura kept throwing glances at Natasha. She had seemed very out of it for the last couple of days.

As they walked into the house Laura watched as Natasha turned in and was on her way to go to her room.

"Erm Clint!" Laura called walking fast into the living room to find her husband and child. She shoved two shopping bags into Clint's arms before running after Natasha yelling back.

"More in the truck!" hurrying up the stairs.

"Talia!" Laura called gripping her wrist just before she closed the door.

"Nata… sha" She breathed out as she caught up. The redhead looked at her for a second before she nodded and led her into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Are you okay?" Laura let out a loud sigh, still a bit out of breath. Natasha bit her lip and looked at her with big eyes before she asked slowly.

"Do you…do you think it's okay if I tried to use the piano sometime?" Her voice was low, and Laura could sense the insecurities.

"Ehh yeah. Sure, go for it. Do you still remember how to play?" Laura said with a gentle voice. Not what she was expecting, actually better than she was expecting.

Their piano was old. It was not tuned, and they didn't have a real piano stool. Neither Laura nor Clint could really play it. Laura knew like maybe two songs and Clint only played the guitar. Or at least he did before. None of them could read sheet music, Clint could barely read which grip to play on the guitar, and that was only one letter. Still, Laura had always wanted to keep it. It had come with the house when they bought it, so they couldn't really throw it out. That would just be wrong.

Natasha spent most of her afternoon in her room thinking, and Laura let her. She had already pushed her luck enough today. Laura spent the rest of the day with Clint and Cooper and Clint had just walked upstairs to brush Cooper's teeth when Natasha walked down. She looked at Laura and then on the piano.

"Go ahead," Laura said with a small smile before she picked up her book and started reading from where she just left off.

Natasha spent a good one minute just looking at the piano and Laura couldn't help it when she looked over her book and at Natasha who was sitting in the corner. She had dragged a chair from the kitchen over to the piano and was currently hovering her hands over the keys without touching them.

Laura watched as she moved her hands over the keys very lightly probably going through a song in her head or something. Natasha pushed down a key ever so slightly followed by two more. Her hands were so careful pushing down every key making a small almost cheerful melody. Maybe cheerful wasn't the right word. But it was definitely on the happy spectrum rather than sad. It was certainly beautiful. Her eyes were locked on her hands for a moment before they softened and eventually, Natasha had closed her eyes.

When the song ended Natasha had a small smile on her face and Laura could feel her heart burst in pride. This woman was something else.

"Wow. That was beautiful Talia!" Laura said before she changed the seat to a closer chair.

"Thanks. It's the first piece I ever learned I think, it's also the first song we ever danced too. It's called Nocturne in E Flat Major Op. 9 No. 2. I don't really remember what that means, only the song " Natasha's voice trailed off, but unlike the other times she had brought up her past she almost seemed happy.

"Wow," Laura whispered again.

"Do you remember any other songs?" Laura asked out of curiosity. She had no idea if Natasha had even toughed a piano since her graduation three years ago. She seemed pretty proficient.

"Ehh I think so."

Natasha looked down at her hands and pushed a few notes on the piano while she wrinkled her nose, clearly unsure about the song.

The second song seemed sadder. It was pretty slow, but not so slow. If Laura had to describe it, she would have described it as the kind of song that was a perfect mixture dramatic, powerful and emotional. If she had to give it a color it would be a royal blue, and if she was to describe it as a season it would be the transition between winter and spring.

This song Natasha seems to have to concentrate on a lot more. The first one seemed to be almost part of her burnt into her memory. Still, she wasn't that distracted that she didn't notice Clint and Cooper standing in the door watching her.

"Damn, the widow can play piano as well. Who knew?" Clint laughed as he handed over Cooper who was desperately trying to get into his aunt's arms.

"I didn't know either so guess I surprised everyone," Natasha answered with a small laugh. Cooped was currently bashing on the keyboard pushing all kinds of keys down.

"Puff, Puff" He giggled earning a confused look from Natasha.

"He means the song. Clint sings it to him as a lullaby sometimes. It's called Puff the magic dragon" Laura answered before Natasha asked. "ohhh" Natasha only answered. She could already see her brain start to work up something in her head.

"How does that song go again?" Natasha asked with a flat stare in her eyes moving her hands over a few keys.

"You know. Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea. And frolicked in the autumn mist in a la-"

"Yeah yeah, got it." Natasha cut him off and was moving her hand in the air like she was writing something.

"Hon-ah-le" Natasha mumbled as she again poked a few more keys. It was like you could see the wheels in her eyes turn.

"Okay, okay. Got it. You sing dad." Natasha said sending Clint a strict look. He nodded slightly clearly going through the lyrics in his head.

Laura had heard Clint sing a billion times before, and he really is great. But this time it was Natasha who caught her eyes. First of all, she seemed to love to play so much. But she to Laura's surprise had a great voice. It shouldn't have been a surprise. It was Natasha Romanoff she could do anything. Still, Laura was thrown off guard. Natasha seems to be made for music and Laura could not wrap her head around someone forcing children to believe that art wasn't important. Whoever it was that had destroyed Natasha's childhood was evil. And Laura couldn't be more grate for Natasha.

A/N: Had to add a lot more than I thought. Just to make it longer. I mean I wanted to introduce Natasha's love for music and ballet soon anyway so it's fine but is still kinda like a filter chapter just to make up for my mistakes and get me into the right track. If anyone is wondering, yes both Jeremy and Scarlett sing in real life. I love both of their voices. My favorites are Scarlett's version of Trust in me and her song Relator. But she was pretty damn cool in "sing" as well. Jeremy's version of Mmm mmm mmm mmm is A – mazing and his song Heaven don't have a name is actual fire.

S-B again.