A/N: I'm apparently having a lot of fun with this story, so here's another chapter. I'm nearly done with the third chapter, but I'm gonna wait until I have the fourth done to post it. Although reviews might make it faster?

Chapter 2

"Mama! I just killed a man…" Natasha snorted and held the phone away from her ear.

"Clint, your singing is truly terrible. And if you killed someone, then go away, I don't want to hear it." She told him dryly. His laugh made her smile, even over the phone. They'd known each other two weeks now and she already found herself liking him more and more. He'd managed to worm his way into her tight circle of friends, and she actually rather liked it.

"No deaths yet. Whatcha doin'?" He asked, and she heard some sort of rustling coming from the other end.

"Watching TV. You in your nest?" She teased. It hadn't taken long to find that he liked getting in high places, specifically a tall tree halfway between the school and his house. She still hadn't managed to get to his house, none of them had. She had her suspicious as to why, after all, foster kids weren't in a great situation, and he'd let it slip a few days ago that it was why he'd moved around so much.

"Yup. You want some company? It's the weekend, I'm thinking a sleepover. Some sort of movie marathon." She leaned over the back of the couch, peering at the calendar.

"Yeah, looks like the parentals are gone for the next few days. I'll text the guys." She offered.

"I've got Sam, I want to show him this cool falcon bird call I found." He hung up, he never said goodbye and she looked at the phone with a puzzled expression. Bird calls?

"I want a horror movie!"

"Zombies!"

"No, Lord of the Rings!"

"Shut up, we're watching Anastasia." Natasha called over the arguing, the title screen already coming up. The guys grumbled a bit, but settled down, the popcorn bowl settled on Natasha's lap, on one side of the couch. Steve and Bucky took up the other half, the latter nearly draped over the former. Sam was on the floor, leaning against Natasha's legs and occasionally stealing popcorn, and Clint was perched on the arm, looking surprisingly relaxed. Natasha yawned as the movie started, leaning her head against the back, closer to Clint than to where Steve was being disgustingly adorable with Bucky.

"This is a kissing movie, isn't it?" Clint muttered with a smirk and she grinned, poking him in the side. Was that a wince? If it was, it was gone in the next instant.

"Shut up, this is my favorite movie."

Clint stretched when the movie ended, careful not to wake Natasha, who had somehow ended up sleeping against his side. Steve and Bucky were out cold as well, wrapped around each other. He couldn't help the smile as he looked down at Natasha, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. He liked her. More than he had anyone in a long time. It made where he was bearable, he didn't want to leave. He'd made friends, dangerous as it was, because he'd have to go eventually, he always did.

"She's been hurt, you know." Sam's soft voice made him look up and he frowned.

"Everyone has." He said, equally as softly. Even though it made him irrationally angry that someone had hurt her. The world hurt people though. That was how it worked. Sam eyed him for a moment and Clint met his gaze, wondering whether he'd pass inspection. Because that was really what the last two weeks had been for the guys, he was sure. It was them figuring out if he was good enough for her. Looking at the group's dynamics, she was the little sister of the group, and they practically worshipped her. She got her way, and that was that. But he had no doubts that they would not hesitate to chase off any guy they didn't approve of for her. Sam finally smiled.

"Good luck."