"This..." I said to the others, gesturing to Belle. "is my daughter, Isabelle. She is fifteen today and I...I haven't seen her since her birth."

She looked up at me. "You..you remember my birthday?"

I nodded. "Of course I did."

"Why didn't you keep her?" Rogers asked. I thought it might have been out of old fashioned way of bringing up a child, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes.

"It wasn't the right time and I couldn't have her getting involved with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"S.H.I.E.L.D knew about this?" Clint asked calmly. This was the first time he had spoken since her entrance. I knew he was saying it in a 'S.H.I.E.L.D knew before me?' kind of way.

I just nodded in response. "What's S.H.I.E.L.D?" Isabelle asked. Oh...she doesn't know.

"Ne volnuytes moy malen'kiy yastred." (Don't worry my little hawk.) I always remembered calling her that.

"Vae budet-" (Everything will be-) I stopped. I traced back over my words.

Shit.

I turned to Clint. He can speak Russian.

"Malen'kiy yastred? (Little hawk?) Do you mean to say that she's.." He couldn't finish his sentence. His mouth was slightly open in astonishment.

"Clint, I-I didn't want you to find out like this. I didn't want you to find out at all." I blurted out, hoping he wouldn't hate me. I can't even imagine what he's feeling right now.

"You weren't going to tell me?" He asked angrily. Okay, I know how he's feeling now. "Fury said you were in a top secret mission in Ghana just under 16 years ago, not having a baby."

I stepped closer to him. "I told Fury the baby wasn't yours, because I needed you to stay partners with me. Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad? Mad? Natasha, how could you not tell me? I had a right to know. I'm her father for goodness sakes." he practically screamed in my face.

He stopped and his face relaxed realising that he was shouting at me. He turned to his daughter. "I'm...your father?"

She smiled slightly and nodded. Clint took slow steps towards her. He was a metre away from her when he asked "Same eyes huh?" She nodded.

He did a short breathy laugh. "Fan of archery at all?" Same old Clint I thought.

"It's my favourite. I've been having lessons since I was a child."

He smiled and she smiled back. Then he reached forward and pulled her into a hug.

They looked good together. Like part of a proper family.

"Dad?" She mumbled into his shoulder, a tear leaving her eye. It wasn't a question, more like she needed assurance that this was actually happening.

"I'm here for you. Don't worry." He said to her and stroked her hair.

He pulled back, stroked away her tears and asked the others "Can you give us a few minutes?".

"Sure it's my tower and all." Stark said sarcastically, but was dragged off by Pepper into another room. The others followed.

"So you're my parents?" she asked.

We nodded and she asked "How long have you been together?" Full of questions this one.

"We uh..." he said and looked over to me. "We were never really together." He looked back at Belle.

"Oh." She said surprised. "Well how come I'm here then?" a hint of amusement in her voice.

I looked at the floor. "There was a mission in Budapest. It was...to do with using children..in the slave trade. I found comfort...in Clint." I said looking over at him, who was doing the same. I gulped, hopefully not noticeably and said "That was it."

I sat down on a kitchen chair and she said "So...I was a mistake?"

My head snapped up. "No, Belle. A mistake is something you regret...and I don't regret you at all. Especially now you've found us."

"Do you regret me?" Clint asked. I looked around at him. He was staring at the floor, looking pained.

"What do you mean?" His slowly brought up his head to look at me.

"Do you regret sleeping with me?" he said hurt.

"Clint..."

"Just answer the question."

I sighed and answered "Of course I don't. It did produce Belle after all."

"No..." he said coming forward and placing a hand on my arm. He softly rubbed his thumb against my bare skin and whispered "Do you regret it?"

I understood perfectly what he meant. No! Of course I don't regret it! Why would I regret it? You're the funniest, most beautiful guy I know and I just want to be with you. Instead of speaking my mind, I opted to keep my mouth shut and look at the table, ignoring him.

He shook his head and walked off saying "I need to go shoot something."