A/N: Hello all! It's the weekend! The weekend is my favourite part of the week, because it means that I might be able to update twice! I really love writing stories on here! Thanks to everyone that's reviewed!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or WOGA. Now on with the story!

Chapter 3: Emotional Breakdown

The six hour drive was nearly finished, with only one hour remaining. Before they left, Natasha had give her a bag of dry clothes to change into so she didn't soak the car seats again or catch a cold. Nevaeh slept for four of the five previous hours, and had been sitting quietly for the rest of the trip so far, thinking things through. She thought now was a pretty good chance to talk to Natasha about a couple of things.

"Natasha," she started, unsure of how to word her sentence. Natasha glanced at Nevaeh to signal that she was listening, before looking back to the road.

"I know what you're not out looking for Clint," she whispered quickly, looking down at her hands awkwardly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Natasha subconsciously place her left hand on her stomach while keeping her right hand on the steering wheel.

After a second, Nevaeh found the courage to look up at the redhead, only to notice the silent tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes widened and she suddenly felt bad for bringing the topic up. Even though she'd only just found out what their jobs actually involved, Nevaeh considered the fact that both Clint and Natasha were very good at acting, but she didn't really know how terrible Natasha really felt. The only person that would know was Clint, because he knew from previous occasions how much it took to make her cry.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you-"

"You didn't," Natasha cut in, her voice surprisingly even and strong as if she wasn't crying. She didn't attempt to hide the tears or even wipe them away, letting them flow down her emotionless face freely. "It's just... I don't know how to feel about any of this, and my stupid emotion control has decided to take a break these past couple of weeks."

Nevaeh looked down again. "And the worst part is that I kept it from Clint until the day before he left for North Africa. And now I don't even know if he'll ever come back."

"Clint will come back, Natasha. He always does. He has to. I bet you that he's been very careful with his decisions, because he always does that after he makes a stupid mistake." Natasha managed to smile slightly through the tears. Nevaeh stared at her hands as she fiddled with them, still not entirely comfortable with being around her brother's partner without him being there, mostly because of how cold Natasha had been towards her in the last few years.

Natasha, being extremely skilled in the art of reading people, saw how Nevaeh felt. "I don't hate you, Nevaeh. You know that, right? You're a good kid with a messy past and a brother that works for a secret government agency. Now you're going to be an aunt, and you're currently headed back to right all of the wrongs that have happened over the past decade. You're going to be okay, your brother's hopefully going to be okay, and I'm going to be okay. You're right, he always comes back in the end, but whether he comes back the way he left or not will be determined when he's found. We just have to wait it out, I guess." Natasha was babbling, and she seemed to be assuring herself that the father of her unborn child would survive.

"How have the past six months been? Anything exciting or scary happen?" Nevaeh asked, trying to change the subject for both their sakes.

Natasha shook the tears off of her cheeks, having now stopped crying. "Working for SHIELD is always exciting and scary, but it's the only thing I'm good at." Nevaeh took a second to understand what she was implying and noticed that the conversation wasn't quite over yet.

"I barely know you, although I met you six years ago, when I was a bratty ten-year-old. And even though I was a total bitch, you still looked after me. I think, no, I know, that you'll be a great mother," Nevaeh told the redhead, who looked back at her.

"You sound so much like Clint that it's not even funny," Natasha replied, though there was a ghost of a smile on her face. "He told me the exact same thing when I told him the news."

Nevaeh had nothing else to say, so she just nodded and turned back to look out the window in front of her. The next forty-five minutes went by fairly quickly, and before she knew it, Nevaeh spotted the huge building with 'WOGA GYMNASTICS' written on the side in front of them.

As Natasha turned into the parking lot, Nevaeh took a deep breath to clear her mind. If she was going to be forced to stay here, she wouldn't be all sunshine and rainbows about it; she had a plan.

Natasha stopped the car and got out, waiting at the hood of it for Nevaeh to get out. When the fifteen-year-old was standing next to her, she turned to face the girl.

"You ready?" Natasha asked, leading the way to the entrance.

"Yup," Nevaeh answered confidently, popping the 'p' in her reply, even though she was about to face every fear she'd ever had in less than a minute.

Well, after being comforting to Natasha, Nevaeh has turned back into her old self, and is going to wreck havoc in the next few chapters. Maybe we'll finally find out what her problem is with gymnastics and why she is still such a rude kid. Also, you may not think that Natasha really had a breakdown in this chapter, but would you expect her to, even with pregnancy hormones? I tried to keep her in character so it didn't mess up my story. Hope it worked! She is also secretly hurting inside because of Clint's unknown whereabouts, but I don't think she's going to show it. Reviews are always welcome :)