A/N: This is now MY version of Steve, I will be forgoing writing his POV as separate chapters, I'll just put it in the same chapter because its easier for me to write it like that. I might cut this fic short and resolve their conflict quicker than I had planned, just because I have one more week before I start classes again and I don't want to leave you guys hanging for another month or so. Hope you guys still like it. Read/Review!

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As Clint took his son from the spy, he was that her eyes were shinning with unshed tears. "Nat.." he called out, but it was too late, she was already out the door. Managing to get up with the help of Tony, he handed his son to Laura and hobbled out the door in his crutches.

"Not now Barton.." The spy said from her seat on the porch steps.

"Not now. Got it." A few grunts and groans later, the archer sat next to her on the porch steps, the leg that was in a cast awkwardly resting on the first step.

Meanwhile, inside the house dishes were being put away and food was being put in the refrigerator. Steve took in the pair from the top of the stairs. Would he ever be able to comfort her like Clint did? Would he ever get to know her like he did? These and many more questions ran through his mind as she descended the stairs and made his way out the back door. He needed fresh air, and the Barton's could use more firewood, not that they still did have enough from his first visit here.

"Want to talk about it now?" Clint said after a few moments of silence, nudging the red head with his elbow.

Natasha was quiet for a moment before taking a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions and remove the lump that was still in her throat.

"I can't give him what he wants… a family…" Her voice was just audible, was he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.

"There are other ways you know…"

"I know…."

Resting his head on his shoulder, the red head sighed softly and was quiet once more before speaking. "In case you're wondering….I left because of what Wanda did. Her hex… It affected me more than I wanted to admit… more than I want to admit."

The whole team, minus himself, had been affected by her hex, he had known that she had been the one to take the hardest hit from it. He thought that with time she would have moved on, maybe asked for help from him on the way, but apparently not. Of course he should have known better.

"Does he know why you left?"

Shaking her head, she stayed quite, he didn't know, she knew she should tell him at some point. If he didn't break things off with her now, he was either crazy or the one. Why would he want to be with someone as fucked up as she was? He could have any woman. Maria would be a better option, hell even Sharon, although he would probably say no simply because of her connection to Peggy.

Hours later, Natasha found herself playing with Laila and Cooper outside. Despite the cooler temperatures outside, she had dragged them to play soccer, and thankfully they were both enjoying themselves.

"Alright, that's enough you two, come back inside!" Laura called out like the worried mother she was. Which caused all three of them to whine but slowly trudge back inside.

"Helen said that she could make it here by around seven tonight or eight tomorrow morning. Its up to you." Pepper said to Clint who was sitting in the ottoman.

"To-" He started before being attacked by his two older kids.

Natasha chuckled softly at the sight, her gaze going to stop at Steve who was leaning against the banister of the stairs. Since when did he wear plaid? Holy hell. She couldn't stop staring at him. The way the material of the shirt strained against his biceps, his beard, and the white muscle shirt that he wore underneath. Fuck.

"Clean up on aisle three!"

"Tasha… you're drooling. Stop staring." Clint commented with a small smirk as he tried not to look over at Steve.

"I thought it was Capsicle that usually did the gawking." Tony commented from his spot on the couch with Pepper.

The spy glared at both men and insulted them in Russian, which of course only one understood.

"Hey!" The archer called out to his best friend as he disappeared into the kitchen, missing the smirk and look of amusement from Steve.

To Be Continued. . .