A/N: Hey guys! I present to you, the fourth and last chapter! Also, I have news for you guys! There will be other stories coming soon which are connected to this! One of them is a prequel and some of them will be featuring Cassandra! You guys and gals remember Cassandra right? Hopefully, you'll come to like her. Anyways, read on! Forgive me for the OOC-ness!

Once they shook hands, Clint told Tony, Steve and Bruce that all three of them should bring Pepper and leave the tower before Clint talks to Natasha. But before that, they deleted all of the tapes concerning the talk at the Training Room. They also made sure that JARVIS wouldn't tell Natasha anything concerning their conversation, and the plan.

So the four of them left, but before that, Pepper notified Natasha that they were going to Starbucks to get a drink. Thankfully, Natasha didn't go along.

Clint decided to wait an hour before he talked to her, but before that, he decided to call Cassandra, knowing that if he didn't tell her about what he was about to do, she would get very angry, and nobody wants her angry.

Thankfully, she didn't fuss about it much, she just told him to cut the phone call so that they would get together sooner. He had to laugh at her request.

He found Natasha watching NCIS again.

"Hey Nat! Another marathon?"

"Pretty much. Decided to watch season 7 this time though."

"Okay."

They watched for a few more minutes before Clint decided to make a move.

"Hey Nat?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you believe in love?"

"Love is for children."

"Are you a child?"

-silence-

"Are you, Nat?"

"You can say that."

"Give me a sure answer."

"Why are you suddenly so curious?"

"I'm watching NCIS! It makes me a bit too curious at times. Anyways, your answer?"

"Yes, I still consider myself a child when it comes to love."

"Then, on to my next question."

"You have another?"

"Of course, Tasha. Anyways, do you have someone special to you?"

"Of course. Both you and Cass are very special to me. You took me in, spared my life. You could have killed me at any time, yet you didn't. I owe you."

"You already repaid that debt Tash, multiple times."

"I still don't think that's enough."

"It's already enough. It's more than enough. Remember Budapest?"

"Where both of us were near to dying, and Cassandra was in the sidelines, watching, couldn't do anything about it? Yeah, I remember that mission."

"She really was pissed at Fury for not letting her get out there."

"She definitely was."

"So, answer my question."

"Do I have to, Clint?"

"Yes, Tasha."

"… Fine. Yes, there is this one guy I'm starting to love…"

"Who?"

"Would I tell you that quickly?"

"Yes."

"I'll only tell you about him."

"Sounds great. Is he an agent?"

"You figure it out. He's kind, he's sweet, he cares for me more than anyone, he's forgiving, he's fierce at times, he can be ruthless if he really wants to, he's everything I ever wanted and needed."

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Who am I in your life, Nat?"

"Don't you want to find out by yourself?"

"I'm too busy with jobs to knock my head on the wall, trying to figure that out."

Natasha smirked, then replied, "If you're too busy with jobs, why are you here then?"

"You know why I'm here, Tash. Fury sent us on vacation… again."

"I'm starting to wonder why he keeps sending us on vacation, or, in his words, a leave of absence."

"A leave of absence, yeah right. There's a good chance that he's just sending me away because the rookies are arriving this week."

"He always seems to send us somewhere far away when rookies arrive for a briefing."

"He probably sent Cass away first so that we wouldn't suspect."

"We're spies, he shouldn't have done that."

"Got that right. But… why do I feel that right at this moment, Cass is pissed off and is beating someone up senseless?"

"There's a good chance that that is exactly what she's doing…"

"Anyways Nat, answer my question."

"Which one?"

"Who am I in your life?"

"Come back in two hours and find out."

"Two hours!"

"Take it or leave it."

"… Fine."

"Good. See you in two hours."

Once Clint left, Natasha immediately called Cassandra.

"This is Gail."

"Cass, it's me, Nat."

"Nat? What's up? You sound… nervous…"

"That's because I am! Your idiot brother is asking me who he is to me!"

"Tell the truth…"

"He doesn't like me that way, you know that!"

"What if he does like you?"

"We don't know that! We shouldn't take risks."

"You love taking risks."

"Not this time."

"Why?"

"Because this time, I could lose the only friend I have besides you!"

"… Just tell him okay?"

"If this goes wrong, I'm blaming you."

"Sure, I don't mind."

"You're crazy."

"Why, thank you… Hey Nat, I think we need to cut this conversation. Agent Spencer will be pissed off if he finds out I've been talking to another agent during my, umm, leave of absence. Hehe…"

"You and your brother think alike."

"We're sibs! Do you think a five year age gap would separate our way of thinking!"

"I highly doubt it. See you soon Cass. Good luck with that mission of yours."

"Rogers and Banner still think it's a mission?"

"Yup."

"I better explain it to them sooner or later."

"You should."

"I will. You should tell him now, or you'll be hearing from me."

"Since when do I not hear from you?"

"… Good point. Okay, byee!"

"Good bye Cass."

Once Natasha hung up, she sighed, and then looked at her laptop. It was one of the few things that belonged to her and her alone. She got it as a birthday gift from Cassandra. According Clint's sister, it was for the times in which she was bored.

She muttered, "I wonder if…"

1 hour and 30 minutes later…

Clint opened the door and looked around. Natasha wasn't there.

"Nat? You here?"

Then he heard a beeping sound. He flinched and took out his gun, directing it to the sound. To his surprise, it came from his laptop. He opened it and found that he got an email from Natasha.

Trusting her completely, he opened it. Then, to his shock, it turned out to be a virus.

He tried to fix it, but failed. When he was about to give up, a pop-up window appeared.

It said, "This is what you are to me, Clinton Francis Barton. You are a virus that just wouldn't disappear. Even if the smartest people would try to remove you from me, you just wouldn't let go. As to why I'm not trying my best to get rid of you, I just don't want to get rid of you. You affected me. So, I will remove this virus if you answer this question: I love you, will it be reciprocated?"

Clint's eyes widened, then he ran out of the room, not even bothering to click the button.

Natasha, in another room, seeing that he hadn't pressed the button, sighed, sat back on her chair, and hummed a very familiar song.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

Suddenly Clint slammed the door open, and said, "Why won't you tell me in person?"

She looked up, evidently confused.

"Because, she's a coward when it comes to love." Suddenly, a voice came from the TV said.

When they looked at it, it was Cassandra. She was at Starbucks.

Tony and Pepper were grinning along with her. Steve and Bruce were scowling at Cassandra. She paid no attention.

"Now, Clint, tell her already!"

Tony added, "But don't make out on the bed! That costs more than 100 of your guns!"

Natasha and Clint stood beside each other and said, "For once, Cass, get out of our face! You did a lot, and we thank you for that!"

Cassandra mock – bowed and turned the chat off.

Natasha then looked at Clint and smiled.

"Where were we?"

-At Starbucks-

"Cass… It wasn't a mission?"

"Um, no?"

"She's a goner!"

"Tony!"

"Sorry Pep…"

A/N: It is done! Finally! But, to those who liked this story, don't worry, a lot more will be coming soon! Just as my new one, A Soapy Conversation, which is a prequel to Confrontation, is out now! Hope you liked the ending!