AN: Spot the Firefly quotes :D I can't believe I'm still adding onto this. I will keep it as complete, as it could be considered complete at any point. Pretty please review? I've gotten a lot of follows/favorites, but few reviews. It makes pandas cry. :(

"Well, what are the odds?" the Black Widow said as she closed the door to the guest room she was staying in, seeing Hawkeye standing in the far corner. "Twice we have the same mark."

Hawkeye's face was closed, no amusement to match hers. He waited a beat, then spoke, "We don't."

The Widow nodded, her face going cold and blank as well. "Then what are you waiting for? I assume you had a shot in the basement."

"So did you." His voice was quiet and while his features were still blank, he allowed a hint of emotion in his voice, to communicate his understanding of her plan.

She scoffed, "And you interrupted me; it's only because I was curious about your presence that I delayed." The woman was a master liar, even to herself.

He allowed his expression to clearly telegraph his disbelief at her statement.

A roll of her eyes was her response. "Throwing some big stones Mr. Glass House. We are no different, you and I."

"Clinton."

"What?" Now she was confused, momentarily thinking perhaps he had switched languages and trying to place what was being used.

Patiently, "My name is Clinton. Call name is Hawkeye. And we're not alike. I get a choice."

"Are you suicidal?" A moment of honesty perhaps, she is really curious. "Why are you telling me your name?" And an annoyed huff. "I get a choice too."

Clint's grey-blue eyes held hers, "I know you didn't, you don't. But I'd like to give you one." He had made a decision in the basement when he hadn't let his arrow fly. The woman he had met that night in the woods, the information he knew about her training, the fact that she hesitated, all those things added up to not matching the intelligence Coulton had given him. She was not a lost cause. She was not an irredeemable killer, no more than he had been when SHIELD recruited him.

"Come again?" She started a bit. This was not what she was expecting.

"Walk away. Come with me." To emphasize the point, he put the arrow that had been hanging loosely in his hand, ready to fire if needed, back into his quiver. She just stared at him with disbelief as he continued. "Admit it, you don't really want to kill this family. You like the daughter. And you see yourself in the youngest girl." Clint was one of the few people she had ever met that could read her so easily.

"And if I don't?" The Black Widow glared at him, angry at him for being able to read her after such a short time.

Clint sighed, "Then I'll finish my job. I do my best to not kill innocents, and if you turn this down, you'll prove you aren't one."

A seductive smile came to her lips, "You think I'm an innocent?"

Pity shone in his eyes, "You have no idea how true that is." He knew she didn't think of herself as an innocent, nor did anyone else she had encountered. But he recognized she had been thrust into this without any outs and just because she had been made into weapon did not make it her fault. "I'm staking my life on the theory that you're a person, actual and whole." His voice dropped to a quiet intensity as he took a step closer to her. "You are more than a weapon."

She didn't even breathe for a few moments, the seductive expression gone. Her voice was quiet to match his, and her eyes showed the vulnerability that he had glimpsed earlier, "What if I'm not?"

"Don't you want to find out?" The corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. He held out his hand.

She considered a few moments more - the longest moments perhaps in Clint's life before she stepped forward to meet him and took his hand. "Natalia."