Last chapter of this part of the story, where Nat is visiting the farm for the first time. Next chapter will be a new part of the story! Enjoy! Happy Halloween!

That night as Clint again cleaned and bandaged Natasha's wounds, she asked when he was going to give her a tour of the farm. He replied that he'd be happy to show her around,just a's soon as she felt well enough to get up and walk around. He had forgotten of course who he was talking to, and assumed it would be at least another week before Natasha would want to walk around.

The next morning he was cooking breakfast, frying bacon in one pan, scrambling himself eggs in the other. He was wondering what he could make Natasha that she might actually eat, when someone spoke behind him.

"Hey farm boy. So, I just have to ask, do you think the crops will be ready for harvest soon?" The Black Widow was smirking, pleased she had been able to sneak up on her partner without him noticing. Clint turned around, dumping his eggs on a plate, hiding his irritation that Natasha was up and moving when they both knew she should be recuperating in bed. Even now as he looked at her he saw how she was favoring her right side, where the bullets had blasted into her. Saw how she was trying to catch her breathe just from walking down a flight of stairs. He looked at Natasha Romanov and saw a flash of weakness that she always strove to hide from everyone, and refused to admit she even had. He put the eggs down on the table.

"I don't grow crops here dummy. How would I be able to do that when I am at Shield constantly?" Natasha stuck her lip out in a pout, and said, "So I assume you don't have any animals either? No cows or chickens, or whatever animals farmers grow?" Clint cracked another egg into the frying pan, not having to ask how his partner wanted her breakfast cooked. Sunnyside up, with the yolk of the egg extra runny. So that she could break it and spread it all over the rest of her food. Disgusting.

"You don't grow animals, you raise them. And if I can't take care of a few plants, what makes you think I would be equipped to take care of animals? There's this black cat that hangs out in the barn, eating mice or whatever. The things totally wild, won't get within twenty feet of anyone. It's the only animal I've got at the moment." Clint carefully scooped the egg out of the pan onto a plate, and set it down in front of his partner. He then placed some toast, and a few pieces of bacon on there too. "Now, if you insist on coming down here, I'm going to insist you eat all of that. I don't care if you aren't hungry, you've been shot, and it's not healthy to not be eating like you have. You need your strength."

Natasha rolled her eyes, and grudgingly shoved a piece of toast into her mouth. "Gee, thanks, like I've never had to recover from a bullet before. You can quit worrying Barton, I know what I'm doing." The two assassins sat together, quiet for once, just eating breakfast. After a few moments though, Natasha spoke. "I have to say, I did not think of you as the country boy farm type. I mean, I know you like animals, but you with a farm. That's surprising."

Clint raised an eyebrow at his partner. "How do you know I like animals?" Nat rolled her eyes in response. "Come on. You can't walk by a dog without asking if you can pet it. And you're always reading weird animals books….. Like, Marley and Me? What the heck was that one even about?" Clint shrugged, "It was just a book about a dog. You'd like it." Natasha snorted, 'Yeah right, for some reason I doubt that.'

Natasha pushed her plate away, Clint would have preferred it f she had eaten a bit more, but at least the egg and most of the bacon was gone from her plate. "Now" she said, standing up from the table, trying to hide how the movement pained her. "Can you give me a tour of your farm?" "Natasha, no! You shouldn't even be walking yet. You need to rest! You should go up back to bed now!"

The Black Widow's face darkened dangerously. "You are not in control of me Barton, quit worrying over me. I don't want to spend all day cooped up in that room, and you can't make me go back up there." The look on her face was getting downright terrifying, But Clint was not going to give in, or let his partner injure herself more by not taking care of herself. "Natasha, I know you can take care of yourself, but you need to rest. And if you don't, I am going to call Shield and they will put you in a hospital." Tasha's eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare. Clint tossed some dishes in the sink. "Go ahead, try me."

For a second Natasha looked as if she was going o fight him, then she deflated, realizing Clint was serious. The only thing she hated more than staying still was being in a hospital. She already owed Clint big time for not taking her to one in the first place. "Fine. I promise I'll rest for another day or two….. Is there a porch or something I can sit on at least? I'm not exactly an invalid, I don't need to be in bed all day." Clint considered this, then nodded. "Yeah, I have a couple chairs out there. Being outside would probably be good for you."

Not saying another word, Natasha stormed out of the room, and out of the house. Clint felt guilty as he cleaned up the remains of breakfast. It boggled his mind how he and his partner could work so well together in the field, and still be so dysfunctional out of it. She was always fighting with him. He was always annoying her. He knew he talked to much, but he was a social person, and she hardly spoke at all. Admittedly that had gotten a bit better the last month or so, but he still hardly knew anything about Natasha Romanoff. She was secretive, distant, most of the agents of Shield were terrified of the Black Widow. But not Clint. He liked her. Why on earth did he like her? It was a question he asked himself almost daily.

Grabbing a couple bottles of water, Clint went out to the porch where he found his partner sitting, with- something, on her lap. Clint took a step closer, confused,then the thing in Natasha's lap hissed. It was the stray cat Clint had seen every time he visited the farm over the last few years. The cat he left food out for every time he visited, who he paid a neighbor to feed by leaving out a scoop of dry cat food every couple of weeks. The cat who had refused to come anywhere close to him, since the fist day Clint saw it. It was sitting in Natasha's lap, alternating between hissing at Clint, and purring as the Black Widow scratched it's ears.

She looked up, and smirked when she saw the look on Clint's face. "Barton, do you have any of that bacon left?" Clint just stared at her, stammering, "But…. how…. what…. the cat…. How did you get it to come to you?" "You mean how did I get her to come to me?" Natasha just continued smirking at her partner, and continued petting the animal who was now rubbing its head affectionately against her hand.

In that moment Clint didn't care about why he liked Natasha Romanov. He just knew that he did.
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