Present day

"Look I'm gonna go shoot with Clint. Get in some father time, but make sure you talk with him."

"Actually I'll come with you. I want to see you shoot." I said with a smile. I want to see how good she is at combat and shooting, not that it really mattered. I was just happy she was back.

We walked out together and talked about the others avengers. I just seemed to click with her.

The doors opened and Clint was just starting a new level of archery. Instead of going through the next set of doors to interrupt him, we waited behind the tainted glass that he was unable to see out of.

He brought up his bow and shot the holographic chitauri.

"Wow." Belle said in amazement as he did a front flip. I was used to this but she wasn't.

He started running up to the wall. Wait...what's he doing?

He pushed his right foot forward and back flipped off the wall whilst shooting the holograms. My breath caught and I took a step forward as he went into his second somersault and his hair skimmed the floor. He could have died. What the hell?

He landed perfectly, turned around and shot the last hologram.

"WHAT THE HELL CLINT BARTON!" I shouted, making Thor sound weak. His head flipped at my voice and I charged towards him. "You could've hurt yourself. You could've died you idiot. Why the hell did you-"

"Natasha!" He stopped me. "I've been practising it for ages. It's alright."

"It's not alright." I said, hitting him again. I punched him in the face and he stepped back holding his hands up defensively. I ran and started punching his chest pushing him further towards the wall of the range.

"DON'T YOU EVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" I screamed.

My emotions were definitely getting to me. My daughter is back and Clint had walked out on me and was annoyed with me for not telling him the truth. Everything was so messed up. I just wanted to cry.

I continued to punch him until he caught my arms, mid-punch, and said "TASHA!" I stopped struggling and snapped back to reality. Once he realised I wasn't going to hit him again, he released my arms. He put a hand up to my face and stroked away the tears. Wait, tears?

"What's up with you?" He asked.

Good question. "I...don't know." I whispered and put my hands up to my face, trying to cover up the tears coming down from my eyes.

I felt his strong arms wrap around me and stroke my back. I clung onto his shirt for dear life and he whispered "shh...Tasha. It's okay. I've got you."

I felt like I couldn't stand up. I started falling onto the floor and dragging Clint with me, because my fingers were still latched onto his shirt. He sat up against the wall and pulled my head against his chest. He stroked my hair and whispered "You'll be okay."

I kept crying, covering his shirt in salty tears. He leant down and kissed the top of my head. I felt at home with him.I wrapped my arms around his back and snuggled closer to him as I began to stop crying.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked, hopelessly.

"Your human Tasha. It's normal."

"Not for me. I have so much...emotion." I choked the word out like the intervening thing it is.

"Don't say it like its a bad thing."

"It...it makes you weak and vulnerable in the eyes your enemies."

"Am I your weakness?" he asked pulling me back to face him, adding more emphasis to his words.

"I...you..." I couldn't help but notice how close we were and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Tasha?" he asked, pushing a loose hair behind my ear. He was incredibly close to me now. And I couldn't take it.

I went forward and kissed him. His lips were no different to 15 years ago. They were still so soft and sweet and fitted mine perfectly.

I put my arms around his neck and he put his on my waist. After a few seconds, we broke the kiss to let us breathe. We started laughing and our heads came together.

"Really?" someone said from behind us and we snapped our heads round removing our arms from each other in the process. "All it takes is me here for an hour to make you two see straight?" Belle said.

We looked at each other and he said "I guess so."

We kissed once more and Isabelle complained "eeewwww. Guys stop."

We pulled apart and laughed again. "So..." Clint said switching between looking at me and our daughter. "what happens now?"

"Are we gonna be a family or..?" Isabelle asked, looking a bit doubtful.

I smiled at them. "We can try."

Me and Clint got up and hugged her, finally at peace after 15 years.