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A/N. Hope the fast update is welcomed. I'll try to do it again sometime. I had something really important to say and I've forgotten it. Typical. Also, Tony Stark. Wonderful man. This chapters not my best work I think, but let me know what you think!
After I've cleaned myself up, and Clint's got his stuff together, I decide that it would probably be best to warn him about Anya before we get in to the jet. I hug him gently, minding the leg wound he has acquired. Despite me not really being a huggy person, Clint Barton is one man who is very huggable. And he's just the right height to rest his chin on my head too. "Clint, there's something else I need to tell you." I say looking up.
He thinks it's something bad, and in a way it is. "What is it, Nat?"
"You know when you first brought me in to S.H.I.E.L.D. And you asked if I had a family, and I said they were presumed dead?" Clint nods, and I can see he's thinking that my parents are still alive. "My sister's waiting in the jet."
Clint looks thoroughly confused. "But you don't have a sister, Tasha."
"I do. She's called Anya and she's quite small and quite annoying." A truthful description. She's smaller than me, and I'm small, and her questions would begin to annoy anyone soon enough.
"I want to meet her." He says with that grin on his face, that I know I shouldn't introduce them because they'll just gang up against me.
"Well if you want to get back to the U.S. you're gonna have to." I reply leading him out the door, but he stops.
"Wait she's here?"
"Yeah..." He nods slowly. "Well come on then let's go see her, then we can crash at Stark's on the way back." I lead him round the back of the house where the plane is. We climb aboard and see Eva sitting there under the blanket, sleeping with her mouth open. I smile and whisper, "Ignore her, we haven't slept since... A bit ago." As I say this Clint automatically takes the pilot's seat, presuming I'm too tired to be allowed to drive. I'm not, but I won't argue with him.
We take off almost straight away, and while we fly over western Europe, Clint and I catch up. He's been up to quite a bit and completed his mission three days ago. I tell him more of the details about the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. And all that. As we reach the ocean, Anya decides to wake up. Quickly, she sees Clint and that we're flying, and says, " Oh my God you're her boyfriend! Tell me all about yourself. Do you really love her or do you pretend to for the sex? Do you-"
"ANYA!" I cannot believe she would say that about me or Clint. How dare she even suggest that? Or even just talk about my sex life? And why would that be the question she goes for first? Not even his name?
"What it was a legitimate question. Anyway, she won't tell me your name, what is it?" You are too nosey for your own good little sis, and one day it might not be a good thing. And in which life is talking about my sex life a legitimate question?!
"Clint, but call me Barton. And yes, I only pretend to love her for the sex- it's fab, she really knows how to-" CLINTON FRANCIS BARTON, WHAT THE HELL!?
"LA LA LA LA LA NOT LISTENING!" I scream. Why the hell did I introduce these two? They're gonna be at it forever.
"In all seriousness, I love my Tasha. She's everything I ever wanted and more. I don't know if she loves me as much as I love her but... Words cannot express my love."
"Sap." I retort. He leans over to kiss me, but forgets his hands are still controlling the plane, which turns us on our side. Thankfully, we're all strapped in so no one's hurt.
"Tasha, I've just proclaimed my true love that I have for you, and you're calling me a sap. You know, sometimes I wonder if I am actually loved." Anya nods in agreement. Trust her to side against me.
"You guys are going to gang up on me, aren't you?"
"I thought that was why you introduced us." I roll my eyes and lean back in the seat. "Go to sleep, Tasha, we'll be fine." So I do just that. Assassins have to be alert.
When I wake, the skyline of New York is in sight which means I've had a decent amount of sleep. Clint's landing on Stark's jet pad momets later. Before I let Anya unstrap, I give her a good talking to about Stark and how he must not under any circumstances find out that Clint and I are together. I also forewarn her about JARVIS as that might come as a surprise to her.
Tony's standing out there, probably to see who's using his jet pad. "Ahh, Blackhawk!" He greets us, "How nice it- Wait, who's this?"
"Long story short, This is my sister, Anya."
"YOU HAVE A SISTER?!" Wow. Normally he takes surprises in his stride. His eyebrows are through the roof.
"Yeah.. Anya, this is Tony Stark AKA Iron Man."
"Or Mr Awesome. Oh, and assassins, I've deleted all your S.H.I.E.L.D. stuff from the internet, because I was feeling nice earlier. I've saved a copy of everything, don't worry." I nod. We venture inside. It's nice being back here again, the Tower. Tony welcomed us after The Battle of New York, and when he remodeled the Tower, he built us each a just under Clint's, and his is at the top, which Tony thought was a bit of a joke, to give him a 'bird's eye view'. But Clint loves it.
Tony agrees to take Anya on a grand tour, so Clint and I travel up to his floor. "He's reading through them all, isn't he?" Clint asks rhetorically.
"Of course he is. Didn't you see the pained look he gave us? If he's going from recent to old, he's probably going to be reaching before S.H.I.E.L.D. soon, and we'll definitely be getting questions about that. I don't think I can handle them knowing about my past. They'll treat me like I'm fragile, say I shouldn't fight, or just avoid me. Treat me like I'm too far gone." I know they will. Because whatever they've gone through, it's nothing compared to me and Clint. Stuck in Afghanistan for three months? That nothing. Frozen for 70 years? It can't be hard to catch up. Turning in to a monster? At least no one messes with you. And having a psychopathic brother? He's in prison and you're a fucking Prince.
"You're not too far gone Tasha. I still believe in you." Clint's voice brings me back down to earth. But he only believes in me because he's gone through things just as bad.
"Thanks Clint." He goes in for the kiss but stops as we hear voices down the hall. I rush up in to the vents, Tony can't see me here. And while I'm up here partially having a panic attack, Clint stays calm cool and collected.
"Oh, hi Anya, Tony. It's been a while since I've been here, I want to get reacquainted with the room, ya know." He has a shit eating grin on his face, and suddenly so do I, once I know what he's suggesting. Tony and Anya leave soon enough, and quickly I drop back down from the vents.
I raise my eyebrows suggestively, "Want to do some of that reaquainting now, Hawkeye?"
I really hope Anya doesn't need me anytime soon.