Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews, as always it is greatly appreciated! So notes for this chapter, I have the Maximoffs speaking in Ukrainian because sadly Sokovian is not a language. And I'm not translating the text, one because it's really short and two because Sarah doesn't speak it so she wouldn't know. And since it's from her perspective I figured that made sense.

Ok so hope you all enjoy! Please review!

We landed in upstate New York around one a.m. and even in the dark I could tell that this new facility was big. But I was expecting, for lack of a better word, more. Especially since Maria raved about how enormous it was. It all looked one story, but it was SHIELD so I assumed the rest was underground.

We flew around back and lowered into the open roof of the hangar. Hopefully, Maria wasn't planning on giving us the full tour right now because I think we all looked worse than we did a couple days ago. The bruising set it nicely and we all, minus Vision and Thor, had matching black and blue mottling on our skin.

"Ok, we'll get you situated in your wing and give you the night to get some rest." Hill said leading us off the plane. "Sound good?" She was met by halfhearted mumbles and grunts of agreement, which was probably the most enthusiastic response she was going to get.

Most of us were too tired at the moment to be curious but Vision was gliding back and forth taking in the new scenery. He looked like he had questions but he kept them to himself. A self-aware android (or whatever he was) indeed.

The facility was nice, very clean looking and new. The walls were so shiny a couple times I thought I saw the metal sparkle. As we passed certain doors, Maria would comment that it was the cafeteria, a training room, computer lab, or an equipment room, stuff like that. Mostly though it was just dormitories, all the fun stuff was on the lower floors deeper underground. It wasn't a formal tour, just casual talk along the way.

It was when we were passing another hallway of dorms that one moment I was walking and then the next I was hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head. That's what you get for being in the back of the group.

"Hey!" I shouted in surprise, grabbing the attention of my teammates. They all whipped around and quickly dropped into fighting stances.

"Little Sarah Byrd is that you?" A deep voice laughed. If I wasn't currently on pain pills I might have been angrier at the current situation.

"Shouldn't you check to make sure you know who you're picking up before you do so?" I quipped, grabbing onto the arm that was keeping me in the air for support and to keep my shirt from flopping into my face.

The guy's chest boomed with laughed, if he kept it up he would wake the whole floor. "Yup, definitely little Byrd!"

"Ray, put me down." I sighed tiredly as I recognized the voice. The agent chuckled and shook me a little. He put Pietro to shame when it came to handsy-ness, he was so much bigger than everyone else he could easily manhandle most people. The team looked bewildered at the interaction and truth be told I certainly hadn't expected anything like this either.

"Aw, but we haven't seen each other in years! Don't you miss me?"

"Well-"

"The lady said to release her, I think it best that you do." Thor interrupted, menacingly holding up his hammer.

"You guys are no fun." Ray pouted.

"Come on, Raymond I'm injured here. You're going to make it worse." I told him, feeling a little woozy with all the extra liquid pooling down to my head and neck.

"What! Injured? See this why you should have stuck to desk work Sare." Ray fretted, easily flipping me back around into a righted position. I blinked rapidly as the tingly feeling in my brain started to trickle down my neck.

"Sarah who is this?" Clint asked warily. The older spy was glaring at Ray, well glaring as much as he could while keeping his face pretty plain.

Rubbing my stomach gently I replied, "This is Agent Raymond Glass, we were in the linguistics department together."

"You're in linguistics?" Natasha replied skeptically. Yeah, Ray didn't really have the standard desk job type look being as that he was over six and a half feet tall and was a wall of muscle. But really the guy had zero fighting ability. He was as pacifist as they came.

"Почему бы вам не сказать мне?" (Why don't you tell me?) He shot back at Nat. I raised an eyebrow. That was new.

"Когда вы выучили Русский?" (When did you learn Russian?) I asked without giving Nat a chance to reply. Last time I had seen him he only knew, English, Mandarin, Latin, and Greek.

"Hast du für eine Weile gegangen wurde Honig." (You have been gone for a while, honey.) Ray told me in German.

"Ja ja keine Notwendigkeit zu zeigen, Ray." (Yeah, yeah no need to show off, Ray.) I replied dismissively rolling my eyes. He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.

"That's nothing, I'm up to fourteen now."

"Fourteen!?" I sputtered in shock. It had only been three years! Wow, if I hadn't felt inadequate before I sure as hell did now. Fourteen? Oh my god!

"Yes, well I've a lot of time to practice." He said it casually like it wasn't a big deal, "And it's mostly just the Asian languages." I think I might have visibly deflated. Just the Asian ones he says.

"Oh yeah, which ones?"

"Japanese, Cantonese, Vietnamese, Hindi, Bengali, Telugu, Korean, Taiwanese, and of course German and Russian." Ray shrugged. "How about you?" I felt more watched than ever, the whole team was listening in on our conversation and I felt ashamed that I hadn't kept up with my SHIELD team in terms of languages.

"I've only picked up Mandarin, Russian, ASL, and some Korean." I admitted embarrassedly, rubbing my cheeks.

"Well you've been doing all that Avengers stuff, and I've just been sitting at a desk memorizing words." Ray shrugged.

"You did the emersion trips though right?" In SHIELD, when you were learning new languages, you would study the theory intensely for about a month and then go to another country to only speak that language for a couple months. I hadn't been on one of those since I was in the academy.

"Of course. But we can talk about that later. I want you to introduce me to your team. You've been holding out!" Ray grinned and slung a heavy arm over my shoulders. I looked up at the team, who were shooting me curious looks.

"Ok, team this is Ray, Ray this is the team."

"That was a terrible introduction." The red headed man complained.

"You already know who everyone is."

"Not those three." He said rudely pointing to the twins and Vision. "Who's the cutie?" he asked winking in the Maximoff's direction. Pietro narrowed his eyes protectively and shifted closer to his sister who raised dark eyebrow.

"Ray leave him alone, I'm pretty sure he's straight." I replied rolling my eyes, Ray may not be a stereotypical gay guy but flirting was second nature to him. Pietro's eyes widened comically at my comment and his arms fell out their crossed position.

"You're just saying that because you want him for yourself." Ray accused.

"Hey I am not! I just, I was-" my cheeks reddened and I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

"He's got you pegged!" Clint chuckled loudly. I glared at him, he was not being helpful.

"You know what, he could be bi, go for it." I proclaimed with a dismissive attitude.

"Like I need your permission." Ray sassed.

"Wait I am not gay!" Pietro stated with red ears, "Not that there is anything wrong with that it is just that I am not. So there. I am for sure straight, I like women." He stumbled inelegantly over his words, much to the team's amusement.

"Don't worry, we believe you." Natasha laughed. Wanda smiled sympathetically at her brother and patted his shoulder.

"This is a safe place Pietro do not worry." She joked. He shot her rude look as if she had just shot his childhood pet. I was beginning to see why he described her as annoying in his story. She was hilarious.

"Wanda!" He growled. Wanda put her hands up in defense and bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"You sure you're straight?" Ray asked walking over the speedster, towering over him. I almost felt bad for the guy, he looked extremely awkward.

"I, uh, yes I am sure."

"You don't sound so sure." I teased. Pietro's eyes snapped to mine and he smirked.

"Want me to prove it to you?" He asked in a cocky manner snapping out of his flustered state. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I'm gunna take a hard pass." Pietro shrugged.

"Well not that this isn't riveting, discussing Maximoff's sexuality and all, but I'm rather exhausted." Tony interjected cutting in to the conversation. He must be tired, he was silent the whole time.

"Aw, ok well come find me later." Ray told me.

"Right! I'll see you around Ray." I replied, and gave the giant a quick hug. I was way too eager to get out of this incredibly awkward situation. It was like watching those cringe worthy scenes in movies where you just can't watch because it's so awkward. I am never coming down this hallway again.

So apparently we had our own wing. I heard Maria say it earlier, but my brain hadn't fully processed it until now. It was kind of awesome but kind of crazy. You had to have a special clearance card to get in the huge double doors that sectioned off the 'Avenger's Apartments'.

When you first walk in, it feels like a house because there's a kind of foyer that leads into a huge living space. And since it was an open floor, you could see the massive kitchen along the other side of the room. One wall was completely made up of windows!

There were two other doors in the room. One that led to a couple offices and a small library and the other that took you into the sleeping quarters and bathrooms. Maria mentioned a private training room as well, that we could use to practice with each other.

"So it's pretty simple, you each get your own rooms. Pick and choose however you like, they're all the same." Maria informed us, letting us wander into the hallway.

"I'm pretty sure I added a suite onto my room in the building plans." Tony gloated.

"Yes well in light of fairness we went with symmetry." Maria chirped back.

"Yes well, who paid for all this?"

"SHIELD did."

"And see kiddies that's why you buy your own things. Lesson learned." Tony said before opening the first door on his right, "Nightie night." He added and promptly slammed his door shut.

"I'll leave you too it." Hill stated, making her back out of the apartments. I caught eyes with Thor, I shrugged and walked a few doors down.

"I'll see you all in the morning then, I guess."

"Yup, night all."

"Good night Mary Ellen, night Grandpa, Jim Bob-"

"Good night Clint." Natasha quipped before stepping into her room and shutting the rest of us out.

"You're sure that you can't stay longer?" I asked, looking up at Thor. The blonde god shook his head.

"No, I must get back to Asgard. Things are finished here but there is much to be done back home." I nodded in understanding. It was easy to forget sometimes that our hammer wielding teammate was actually a king in another realm.

"You're really not going to pop in and say hello to Jane? She misses you, you know." A guilty expression passed over his features and he twisted his hammer anxiously in his hand.

"Ah, well I am not eager to face the wrath of her anger. She can be quite violent when the mood strikes her."

"Yes, but I think she'll be even more angry when she realizes that you didn't visit her." Thor gave an awkward laugh and reached out with a large hand to ruffle my hair.

"That is a chance I am willing to take." I glared and pushed his hand away before smoothing down my now tangled hair.

"It's your funeral." I snorted. I've never met Jane before, but back when I worked with Dr. Selvig he mentioned her quite a lot. And he also told me how in love with Thor she was and he with her. I can't imagine how they make this long distance thing work. It kind of seems impossible, especially when one of them didn't take the time to meet up with the other when the opportunity presented itself.

"See, I told you they would be up here." Tony said sauntering into the hallway where Thor and I were standing.

"You said they were probably on base. You didn't exactly narrow it down." Steve remarked as he rolled his blue eyes. Both of them were dressed in civilian clothes at the moment. We hadn't begun any formal training yet, a jog here and there, a spar or two with a random team member. But mostly the team had been recuperating and taking things a day at a time.

The tragedy in Sokovia with Ultron was only a few days ago and the facility was still abuzz with activity. Agents were coming in and going out constantly to Sokovia to help with relief efforts. I had asked a few times if I could go with to help, to do something, even just handing out water bottles. But I was kindly reminded each time to butt out and keep my head down. It was starting to piss me off. The twins had been asking to go back and help as well, but they were promptly told the same thing.

It was all I could do to not go stir crazy. Mostly I holed myself up in our library and studied up on the Korean language. I had started learning it with Dr. Cho a few months ago but she was healing in her home country and no one was letting me go visit her like I promised. Seriously they weren't letting us do anything but sit on our butts and twiddle our thumbs.

And it was about to get even quieter because Thor and Tony were leaving today, and Clint had to go back home tomorrow because Laura was due any day now.

"Eh, semantics." Tony walked and slung his arm over my shoulders lazily. No one ever did this kind of stuff to Natasha. I should try to be more unapproachable so then they would leave me alone. "Thor you ready to go? Got all your stuff packed up, tooth brush, underwear, L'Oréal hair care products?"

"I did not bring anything with me when I traveled here except for Mjölnir. But I am prepared to depart, though I am greatly saddened knowing that I will soon be without the presence of the Avengers."

"Yeah, me too buddy." Stark replied removing his arm from my person. "Alright let's get a move on, I want to beat rush hour."

"Yes, it would best to get going."

"I'll say goodbye here." I told them. Thor smiled widely and nodded his head.

"It was good to see you Lady Sarah. I pray that you heal quickly and I looked forward to when we fight side by side next." Thor declared leaning down to give me a firm hug. When we first met, Thor was not about the hugging, a shoulder clap was about all you got out of him. I think Jane softened him up.

I squeezed back and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before letting him go. He grinned and clapped my shoulder roughly, making me stumble a bit not that he noticed. The big oaf didn't even know his own strength sometimes.

"Thanks, you be careful ok? And if you need anything you know where we are."

"Of course Lady Sarah, your words are most appreciated." I smiled back at him, but who knows if he would actually consider asking us for help. We'd known him for about four years and while we had shared our world with him, none of us had ever been to Asgard.

"Yeah, yeah heartfelt goodbyes and all that. Hugs, kisses, bye-bye birdie I'll see you around." Tony twittered as he turned to leave.

"Tony."

"Alright. But no kisses, I don't want to get cooties." I rolled my eyes but accepted his lame hug anyway. He patted my back a few times as if he was disinterested, but I know that Stark secretly likes affection he was just being an ass per usual.

"Have a safe drive Tony and please no more killer robots ok?"

"Oh my god that was one time!" He moaned dramatically. Once was more than enough, I thought giving him a huge kiss on the cheek, laughing when he acted like I was a lepor.

"And once was more than enough." Steve grumbled. Thank you Steve, you took the words right out of my mouth.

"Well hey why don't we put a pin in this conversation and we can come back to it later? Sound good? Alrighty." Stark babbled on as he strolled down the hallway.

"Ok then, well bye Thor. I'll see you around." I faltered. Like Thor said, it was sad for the team to be breaking up and going their own ways, even if it was temporary. With Bruce in the wind, it made it that much harder to let my teammates go. I hope that doesn't sound clingy or anything but, it's the truth. We've been through so much together, letting go can be hard.

"Goodbye Lady Sarah, I hope to see you soon!" I watched the trio walk down the hallway before disappearing around a corner. I sighed and sat down at the window seat, wiping away unfallen tears. Hopefully when things settled and I was less stressed I wouldn't be crying all the time anymore.

From where I was sitting I could see agents running laps around the facility and farther away on the west lawn another group was in combat training. Today felt more like an army base than anything else. Well most days that was how it felt.

"Hey Sarah." Startled I turned to find Wanda, Pietro and Vision standing (in Vision's case floating) behind me.

"Hey guys, how long have you been there?"

"Since Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers arrived." Vision replied truthfully.

"And you didn't step up and say goodbye?" That was kind of off, were they just standing there watching us?

"We did not want to interrupt and we had already said good bye to Thor." Wanda informed me, shifting her weight.

"You wouldn't be interrupting, you're part of the team." This seemed to surprise them because their eyes widened a bit and the twins shared a look.

"You three are part of the original team and have a much stronger bond between you. It would have been inappropriate for the three of us to barge into a situation like that being as that we are the newest members. Therefore, we have the weakest bonds with the team, the lowest on the totem pole as one would say." Vision explained.

"Uh…ok." I mumbled unsure of how to respond to Visions very blunt and awkward analysis. It made sense when you thought about it. They were the odd men out, the newbies, that's most likely why they had been hanging around one another so much. Well, the twins were expected to hang out with each other, so I suppose it was just Vision who stuck with them.

"He means to say we did not want to intrude." Wanda simplified. I nodded, hoping that they didn't feel as excluded as Vision made it seem.

"It's ok if you did, really we're not that cliquish. Or at least I hope not."

"It does not matter." Wanda smiled reassuringly. "We were going to the cafeteria for lunch, do you want to come with?" Wanda offered, changing the subject.

"Sounds good. Oh hold on though Thor's about to leave." I replied turning back to look out the window where Thor, Tony and Steve were standing a ways away in the grass.

"How exactly is he getting home?" Pietro questioned, glancing around as if he expected an alien spaceship to appear out of nowhere.

"I can't describe it, you'll have to watch." I answered cryptically. I didn't mean to sound so enigmatic, but I honestly wasn't sure how to properly convey what was about to happen. We waited for a couple minutes, the three newest members of the team eagerly waiting for Thor to do something.

Eventually Tony and Steve backed away from the Asgardian, giving him a wide berth. Thor lifted his hammer high above his head and in a blinding flash of rainbow Thor was teleported off the earth.

"О господи" Wanda marveled in Sokovian, squinting at the sight in front of her.

"неймовірні." Pietro breathed as he lifted a hand to shield his eyes.

"Так…"

"That is most incredible, the Asgardian have quite the unique means of transportation." Vision commented in fascination. This was only the second time I had seen it and it definitely looked cooler the farther back you stood. You could see that it stretched all the way up into the sky to touch the heavens.

"What was that?" Pietro asked, his blue eyes still glued to the design burned into the grass where Thor used to be. I'm sure Maria's going to be thrilled at that.

"The Bifrost." I informed them, "And don't ask how it works because I have no idea."

"But…a rainbow just sucked him right up. Right into space." Wanda had this awe struck look of wonderment on her features.

"Yeah." I said, not knowing what else to say. It was when Tony drove off in his gaudy orange sports car that we decided to head over to the cafeteria.

Seeing as it was lunch time, the place was jam packed with agents. For me it was awkward, as most things were, to walk into a room full of mostly strangers and have every head turn and stare at you. It happened when going down the hallways, talking a jog, outside everywhere I went it seemed people would turn and look. And it wasn't just with me, all the Avengers had similar stories. I guess we were somewhat of a hot commodity. I'm sure we would lose our novelty after a while, I just wished that time was now.

"I really hate their staring." Wanda muttered as we picked our trays and joined the line. Pietro, upon hearing his sister's confession, move closer to her, blocking most of her from view with his body.

"It is harmless, but intrusive none the less." The silver haired man agreed, sliding his tray along the railing.

"Why does it bother you, Wanda? I thought it was considered odd when humans did not look at one another." Vision inquired, his gaze wandering around the room inquisitively.

"It is weird when people do not look at you when you are talking to them. But it is rude to stare at people who you are not talking to." Wanda explained, self-consciously tossing her hair over one shoulder to block face from the view of prying eyes.

"Yes, staring is extremely rude." Pietro repeated quite loudly, turning to glare at onlookers. He got most of those in hearing range to look away bashfully and pretend like they had been focused on their food the whole time. Some spies they were.

I smiled to myself and picked up a couple pieces of fruit to put on my plate. Luckily the line went quickly and the four of us found an empty table towards the back of the room. The whole set up reminded me of high school, with the rounded tables and TV displaying announcements.

I took a seat next to Wanda and kept my back turned on the rest of the room. Ignoring them was easy and if you didn't think about it too much you didn't notice if people were looking or not. The only time I did notice was when Pietro would look over our heads and shoot death glares at faceless agents. We'd probably be eating in our apartment kitchen from now on.

"How old are you exactly?" Pietro asked, finishing up his conversation with Wanda and looking over at me.

"Exactly? Not sure I'd have to do the math." I mused, biting into my PB&J. Pietro rolled his eyes and stuffed a handful of pretzels in his gob.

"I would be content with just the years." He remarked, his voice garbled by the amount of food in his mouth. My noise scrunched up and Wanda slapped his shoulder and reprimanded him.

"Does it matter?" I asked, wondering where this was coming from. I was kind of defensive about my age, I had experienced a lot of prejudice in my line of work because of it.

"Not at all, it is just you look much younger when you are not covered head to toe in blood and dirt and are not dressed for battle." He told me candidly reaching his hand back into his chip bag. A frown came to his face and in a blink and a puff of wind he appeared with a couple more bags.

"I get that a lot." I grumbled. I had a young face, so growing up people would ask how old I was. I would respond and get the whole, 'Oh my goodness you look so young I thought you were fourteen!' Thanks baby face.

Once when I was twenty this lady thought I was twelve. That's always a confidence booster, when you're a grown woman and people think you're a preteen. 'It'll be nice when you're older,' well that's not helpful now.

"Maybe it is because you do not wear much makeup?" Wanda suggested. I shrugged my shoulders, even when I did I still looked too young.

"It doesn't help much. I'm 23." A triumphant smile stretched across Pietro's face.

"Ha! So we are older!" I scowled at him.

"Oh please, you two can't be that much older than me."

"We are not, we are only 26." Wanda informed me, rolling her eyes at her brother's antics.

"Yes, but that means we are not the youngest!" He was a little too excited about this.

"Aw looks like someone's still the baby of the team." Natasha teased, coming up behind us and setting her tray on the table next to mine.

"I am not! Vision's barely four days old!" I defended gesturing towards the red man. He looked up at us from his inspection of Pietro's food plate but said nothing. Nat shrugged.

"But he's an all-powerful sentient android with a magical stone giving him life. It doesn't matter how old he is."

"What am I hearing about babies?" Clint asked throwing himself into a chair beside his partner. Oh boy, here comes trouble.

I said, "Nothing," at the same time Natasha said,

"We've determined that Sarah is still the baby of the team." Clint's face lit up mischievously.

"Really? So you're still our baby bird? Cheep, cheep little bird!" He teased making terrible bird noises that gave a whole new meaning to his codename.

"Yeah, yeah I get it, I'm young. And all of you are decrepit and senile." I huffed.

"Hey now little missy, I don't like your tone of voice." Clint joked. "And them be fightin' words."

"What? It's true. You've got to be pushing almost 60, at least." I exaggerated only to push his buttons. Clint scowled and waved his knife menacingly in my direction.

"I'm 44 for your information, you better watch it baby bird."

"Or what you'll impale me with your butter knife?" I replied in an unimpressed tone. Clint smirked and threw the knife at my head with intense accuracy. But I had expected it and quickly swiped it away from me a hand laced in energy.

It was hilarious when Barton got in these playful moods but kept a mock serious expression on his face. Back at Stark Tower we would argue all the time over nothing at all because the two of us thought it was funny. The others did not always feel the same about our bickering.

I pushed a small wave of opaque energy at him in retaliation and it caused his chair to scrape back a couple feet. He narrowed his eyes at me but struggled to keep a smile from gracing his lips.

"That's cheating!" He yelled standing up.

"No it's not!" I shouted back, following his lead and rising from my seat.

"Hey, why don't we calm down?" Wanda said standing up from her seat. She looked uncomfortable, but surely she could sense that we had no ill will towards one another and were just kidding around. Or else she probably would have stepped in.

"Nah, let em take each other out. That means we get more play time on the field." Natasha replied as she ignored us in favor of eating her burger.

"You should respect your elders!"

"Why? Because you're going to die soon from old age?"

"Is there a valid reason for the two of you to act so immaturely?" Vision asked curiously. No one answered him.

"If you keep it up I might not let you live to my 'decrepit' age!"

"Is that a threat daddy hawk?"

"Really? You two are causing a scene, cut it out." Steve commented striding towards the table and sitting down next to Vision. I glanced around and sure enough the other agents in the cafeteria were turned in their seats, watching us carefully. Probably hoping for a fight to break out. Well that's embarrassing, I thought as my cheeks heated up. I had completely forgot about them.

"Whoops." I muttered, promptly sitting down as fast as I could. Only to be nailed in the head by a grape.

"Clint!"

"What? I thought we were still going?"

"I sat down you jerk!"

"You're being dramatic, it's just a grape." I glared at him and flicked my wrist in his direction, causing his little vine of grapes of smack him in the face when he sat down.

"It's just grapes." I said in a mocking voice when he frowned at me.

"Are they always like this?" Pietro inquired with a laugh.

"I think it's Barton's fault, he almost never acts his age." Steve commented, grinning at how red my face was and how Clint was trying to pick grape stems off of his shirt.

"Hey man, you're one to talk. You're like a hundred." Clint grumbled. I giggled softly at how put out Steve looked the comment.

"Finest looking hundred year old I've ever seen." Nat interjected, casually sipping on a cup of coffee. Barton rolled his eyes and pretended to gag while Cap puffed up his chest a little at the praise.

Pietro, who was sitting a on the other side of Wanda, leaned across his sister and bluntly said, "You have grape juice on your forehead." Causing Clint to bust out laughing. For a second I just kind of looked at the Maximoff man wondering if he knew how embarrassing that was for him to just announce it like that. But then again, he didn't seem like the type of guy to worry about tact.

I picked up a napkin and wiped away the remnants of the grape and then tossed it Clint who just leaned left to avoid it. All the while laughing his ass off.

"Thanks." I muttered awkwardly to Pietro. He kind of bobbed his head in response and rubbed the back of his neck as his ears turned pink. Oh good, I'm not the only one feeling awkward at that comment.

"So Barton, you're heading back tomorrow?" Steve asked when Clint pulled himself together.

"Yeah man, I can't be gone any longer or Laura will cut off my hands to make sure I never come back." The archer replied.

"Who's Laura?" Wanda questioned. Clint's eyes slid over to the twins carefully. If he didn't want them to know he wouldn't have said anything in front of them. Did he trust them this much already? Nat slyly sent him a look, probably thinking the same as me.

"My wife." He admitted simply. It kinda hurt that it took him four years to tell us, but four days to tell them.

"You have a wife?" Pietro puzzled, he clearly hadn't expected that. Clint nodded his and chewed on one of his sandwiches.

"Yup, and two kids with one on the way." Barton clarified with his mouth full. Ugh, he and Pietro were peas in a pod. "What, is it that hard to believe?" He asked when the twins gave him an odd look. Wanda glanced at her brother and hesitated.

"It is not that, it is just…" She trailed off unsure of how to continue. Pietro picked up after her with,

"We never thought of the Avengers as having families before." I paused in picking up my sandwich and set it back down. It was a strange thing to think about, it made me realize that we were all enemies just a few days ago. And people don't usually think about their enemies having something as normal as families.

This realization seemed to stun the others as well. Most of them didn't have a family anymore. Steve and Natasha didn't for obvious reasons, Tony's parents were killed in a car crash, Bruce never talked about his, Thor's mom died shortly after the Battle of New York and his brother was crazy, and my dad was dead. So Clint was the only one with a complete family. That's why we took the team so seriously, we had all lost people so we relied on each other.

"Well most of us don't, Clint is the only one who hasn't lost any family members. He's our special unicorn." Natasha divulged with a little sarcasm as she always did.

"I still cannot get over that you convinced an actual women to marry you." Pietro snorted. I couldn't tell if he was trying to lighten the mood or if he was just oblivious to the tension that had fallen over the table.

Clint chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

"I still don't believe it kid. But Laura, she's," He paused with a goofy smile on his, "she's amazing and I still don't know why she puts up with me." I grinned thinking about when we were at their farm and how in love Laura and Clint seemed.

"She must be great if she has not kicked you to the curb yet, Barton." Clint shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't I know it."

"It's because you're just the handsomest archer she's ever seen." Tasha teased, pinching his cheeks like he was a five year old.

"Get off me woman." He grumbled pushing her offending appendage away from his face. Nat smirked and leaned back in her chair.

"Have you decided on a name?" Steve asked.

"Well we were told if we didn't name the baby after his godmother then we'd be strung up by our toes and roasted like a hog, so probably Nathaniel."

"That is a beautiful name." Wanda told him with big smile, she really did have a nice one.

"Thanks." He and Nat said at the same time.

"Anyway, I got to get going. Laura wants me to call her." Clint said pilling his trash onto his tray and grabbing his extra sandwich with his empty hand. "See you guys later." he added walking away from the table followed by a few 'goodbyes'.

"I'm gunna miss having that knuckle head around." Nat commented turning her attention back to her food.

"Yeah me—Ow!" Something nailed the back of my head, it didn't actually hurt it just surprised me. My hand flew to my hair and I grossed out when I felt something squishy. I pulled my hand away and it was a stupid grape. "Clint!" I yelled only to be met with a bodiless cackle.

Hope you all liked it! If you didn't read the comment at the beginning the Maximoffs were speaking in Ukrainian. Please review!