Sorry it's been so long, I ran out of ideas, and school got in the way. This one is a little short, it is full of feelings. I do not own Marvel and if I did there would be a Clintasha movie.

"Well I guess you'll be staying here for now on." said Trickshot. "You remind me of someone I used to know."

"Oh yeah." I said.

"Yeah his name is Clint Barton, Hawkeye. He's a super hero now." Dad! No forget him, you don't need him any more. "He betrayed me. I want to kill him, but I can't he's part of The Avengers. Well I'm going to hit the hay. Make your self at home. Good night, kid." He left, I took the couch. Trickshot seemed okay, for an old guy. I'm going to prove to Trickshot and my parents I could do anything I want.

Natasha's POV

I sat on my bed. Clint told me not to get up. I couldn't stop thinking of Viktor, I missed him so much. After Tamara died all I had left was Viktor and Clint, my boys I called the two of them. Now all I have left is Clint, what I am going to do when Clint leaves, who am I going to have then, myself? I don't think so. Clint walked into the room. "How are you doing?" he asked me.

"Fine, I guess." He sat next to me, he wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into him.

"you're thinking about Viktor, aren't you?" I nodded my head. "Yeah I miss him too. I don't know what would of gotten so angry with us." Clint was right, why was he so mad with us?

"When I got shot it did look like I got shot in the heart, maybe he didn't want Tamara all over again." I said.

"He'll come back one day, for help. He's going to get in trouble and he'll need our help. I can that happening." Clint told me. A tear fell from my eye, nine years I would of never done this. Nine years a go my kids were three, running around the tower pulling on Thor's hair. Clint wiped the tear from my eye. "Every thing is going to be okay." He told me, but his eyes weren't so sure about that. I couldn't help, but cry into his shoulder, he held me tight. I could tell he was crying too. "We're going to get though this." he whispered "We're going to get our son back. We'll be a family again." His voice cracked.

Clint's POV

I got Natasha to sleep, it took awhile. She looked so peaceful, like there were no troubles in the world. It was late, really late, I should get some sleep. I went to the common room. tony and Steve were there. "How's Natasha?" asked Steve. I ran my hand though my hair.

"I got her to go to sleep."

"Do you still plan to go to Tamara's grave tomorrow?" asked Tony.

"I don't know. It might be hard on 'Tash."

"She'll be okay, she's a strong one." Steve reassured me. "You should get some sleep."

I joined Natasha. I buried my face in her hair. "Nat?"

"Yeah." she said

"Do you want to see Tamara tomorrow?"

"I guess so." I fell a sleep a few minutes later with Natasha in my arms.

I woke up a little later than usual. Nat was in the bathroom, she must of just woken up. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. After breakfast Natasha and I headed out. Natasha got some roses for her. She loved roses. Natasha knelled down. "Viktor ran away yesterday." We always say a few words. We left after awhile.

Viktor's POV

I saw my parents at my sister's grave. Tamara died a year ago today. I could tell my mom was talking. Her eyes were red a puffy. Once they left I went to her grave. I rubbed my hand over her name. It said: Tamara Mary Barton, daughter, sister, friend, and a young hero.

Her grave was right next to Phil. I heard Trickshot call me, I left.

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