Hi again. This is another mini-chapter, just because I am really excited with this story. Again, thank you to everyone who has supported me with this story. You are all amazing! Sweet sunset rain, tempestcloud, and guest, thank you for your comments, I hope that you continue to like my story.

I stayed a bit longer in bed, but, at about 10:30, I decided that it was time to get up. I exited the room and found my way into the kitchen. This house was beautiful, yet completely opposite to the previous one. The majority of the furniture was wooden, and the entire place had the essence of being a hunter's cabin.

When I entered the kitchen, Clint, who had been sitting at the table with a laptop, turned around immediately.

"Natalia!" His face lit up "Do you need anything?" "Would you like some breakfast?"

I considered the question and then nodded my head. Clint set up a place at the table and made me a sandwich, he then filled up a glass with juice and motioned for me to sit down.

As I ate my food, I could not help but stare at him. He was busy again with his laptop, but every few seconds he would glance at me and at the plate.

"Clint." I broke the silence.

"Yes?"

"Could I... could I ask you something?"

He nodded and looked at me expectantly

"You said that, when she was my age, she used to dance and.. and I- uh- I wanted to- to know if. Well..." " I wanted to know-"

"You wanted me to tell you more about her?"

I nodded, thankful for his perceptiveness.

"Well, I did not know her back when she used to dance, but I have heard stories about it over the years."

"When did you meet her?"

"I met her at SHIELD. I'm actually the one who recruited her."

I let that sink in for later use.

"Do you know why she stopped dancing?"

I noticed that his shoulders tensed slightly, but he answered my question nonetheless.

"Because.. dancing was a reminder of her childhood, and- well, her childhood was less than ideal."

"Did she grow up with her parents? My grandparents."

"No"

"And you?"

"No"

I knew that I was probably exceeding my liberties, but I had to know. I craved knowledge- craved to know who they both were.

"So you both grew up at orphanages?"

"Not really" the side of his lip slightly lifted in a half smile "I grew up at the circus"

I smiled at the mental image.

"That is how I learned to use the bow and arrow."

"Can you teach me?" I blurted the words out before even thinking about there implications, and a feeling of dread suddenly overtook me. Was I asking more of him than I should have?

His reaction, however, eased my mind. His face lit up with happiness and excitement.

"Of course" as if it where obvious.

"Do you want to learn now?"

And I found myself nodding fervently and sporting a similarly large smile.

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