A/N: Hi all! We're already up to chapter 10! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed and/or favourited this story so far! It gives me more inspiration to update faster! And to I Know Love Hurts 2010, a good guess, but no. Sorry! Loki's not back, but I should really write something that involves him in this series! Maybe in the sequel! Now I have more ideas floating around in my head!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers or Justin Bieber.

Natasha gasped and looked from the binoculars to Clint. "He's back," she murmured in slight shock. Clint nodded.

Baylee thought that it was a bad guy that they'd tried to kill before, so when Clint walked out into the street, his bow clicked into place on his back and not in his hand, she thought he'd gone mad.

Chapter 10: R, E, I, L, L, Y!

"It's been too long, don't you think?" he half-shouted to the man, who had spotted him by now.

"Yeah, it's been, what? Three years, is it? Gosh, time sure does fly when you're having fun, hey Clint?" the man replied in the same manner. Baylee rethought her assumption and figured that it was an old friend of his.

"Yeah, the last I heard, you won gold at the Olympics. Congrats by the way, you really beat those guys into the ground," Clint grinned

The man on the roof began to walk to the fire escape on the wall. "Only way to do it," he laughed. "Oh hey, Natasha still around?" Natasha took that as her cue to step out into the windy street, her long, wavy red hair resembling flames. She had grown it out after the Manhattan disaster, and it was now a few inch about her hips.

The man had landed on the ground, and before walking over to them, he checked whatever was strapped to his chest. It didn't look like a bomb that much anymore, unless it was a really abnormally-shaped one.

He walked up to them and stopped a few feet away. "Natasha. I see the marriage worked out okay then, hey?" he said, switching to Russian so that no one else would know what he was saying. Apparently he hadn't noticed that Baylee was there yet. Or so she thought.

"Good to see you, too, Jackson," Natasha replied, rolling her eyes. But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at the gorgeous young girl standing in the doorway of the large building, watching him silently.

"Who's this?" Jackson asked. Judging by her outfit and belt of weapons, he assumed she was part of Clint and Natasha's little group of ninja-spies.

Baylee walked out of the doorway and over to the three of them, standing beside Natasha, who was leaning against Clint as if she was making sure they were both still alive. "I'm Baylee."

From the doorway, Baylee hadn't noticed how young he actually was; he looked no older than 18, and was actually quite handsome. He had a thick black jacket and baggy grey pants on, but he still looked alright. He had emerald eyes and shaggy blonde hair.

"Jackson," he smiled at her, and she smiled back shyly. "Clint's cuz." Now all of the pieces fit together. Baylee nodded.

"Where've you been these last three years?" Clint asked him, drawing Jackson's attention away from Baylee. Jackson began talking to him again.

Natasha had been assessing Jackson since she spotted him on the roof and was trying to figure out what he had strapped to his chest. She casually leaned into Clint's chest and his arms wound around her protectively and reassuringly while she watched the teenager talk with his cousin, always keeping her eyes on the bundle.

When Jackson adjusted his stance slightly, Natasha caught a glimpse o what it was, and her eyes widened. She pulled out of Clint's embrace, stalked up to Jackson and pulled the bundle off of him gently, before walking back to her husband without so much as a word.

Clint glanced at Natasha before looking back at his cousin, speculating. "Where on earth did you get a baby?" he demanded, disbelieving, a little shocked and worried, yet still slightly humoured.

Baylee looked at the bundle in Natasha's hands and saw a baby, about six months old, wrapped in a thick blanket and fast asleep.

"Oh yeah, I was looking for some food about three days ago in a house that I thought was abandoned. Was on the roof, heard gunshots, watched some creepy guy leave, went in, and I found a dead man and woman on the floor. Then I heard crying, so I located it and found this baby with no one to look after it. I did some research, found out that she has no family left, and I decided to take her with me, not wanting to let such a young one die." Jackson looked a bit sad but at the same time happy that he'd saved someone who had a whole life ahead of them.

"What's her name?" Natasha asked him while rocked slightly as the baby started to wake.

"On her crib and bedroom door, it said Reilly, so I'm tipping that's it," Jackson replied. "Spelt R, E, I, L, L, Y. Cute name."

Reilly started making noises and she eventually opened her eyes, revealing that they were a sparkly, light blue. Natasha smiled slightly at the child.

"Do you know how old she is?" Baylee asked, looking up into Jackson's emerald eyes with her own chocolate ones.

"Uh, oh yeah," Jackson stuttered. "Her birthday is May eighteenth," he recovered.

"Then she's six months, one week and three days old," Baylee answered instantly. Jackson looked at her shocked, to which she replied with a cheeky grin. "I've already finished school and I'm fourteen."

Jackson looked at her, impressed. "Well I haven't been to school for a year and I'm sixteen, but I already know everything that I need to know," he grinned back.

Suddenly, a voice was yelling through Baylee's comm, and judging by the looks on their faces, Natasha and Clint heard it as well.

"Dun, dun dun, oh whoa whoa whoa, dun dun," Tony shouted. Baylee picked up the tune right away and started singing along.

"Oh whoa whoa whoa, dun dun, oh whoa whoa whoa, dun dun!" Then the song started playing from the roof of the building where the quinjet was sitting. Baylee sang at the top of her lungs and danced around in the dimly lit street.

You know you love me, I know you care

Just shout whenever, and I'll be there

You are my love, you are my heart

And we will never ever ever be apart

Are we an item, girl, quit playing

'We're just friends', what are you saying

Said 'there's another' and looked right in my eyes

My first love broke my heart for the first time

And I was like baby, baby, baby oh

Like baby, baby, baby no

Like baby, baby, baby oh

I thought you'd always be mine, mine

Baylee stopped suddenly when she heard someone else shouting the words into the dark, windy night. She froze for a second and slowly turned to see Natasha and Clint skipping in circles, arms linked, while singing the lyrics. Natasha agilely balanced the young child in her right arm and had her left arm linked with Clint's. They didn't even care enough to stop when they heard the younger girl halt her singing.

She stared at the couple and giggled before turning to lock eyes with Jackson, who was staring at her with an amused expression.

"What?" she asked, mostly amused but a little self conscious. He laughed at Baylee, the joyful sound echoing through the street.

Jackson was about to reply when the quinjet came into sight in the sky, lowering to the ground. The music had stopped playing now, and the four people on the ground had moved out of the way and were staring up at the jet as it touched down.

The door opened and out walked Iron Man with his faceplate up, a cheeky grin plastered on Tony's face. He held an object in his left hand, which he showed to the others.

"I think that cheered you up a bit, hey Baylee?" Tony smirked. Baylee stomped over to him and snatched her iPod off him as she had done on numerous occasions. Looking into the quinjet, she saw Cap pointing to the seats behind him, where she spotted several of her other belongings dumped everywhere.

"Why do you seem to be so fascinated with my belongings, Tony? Should I be concerned?" she asked instead of answering his question ash she walked back to stand next to Jackson. Tony poked his tongue out and suddenly noticed a stranger standing with his teammates.

"Who's the kid?" he asked, pointing a metal finger at the person in question.

Baylee decided to be the smarty-pants that she was. "Tony, we've been over this! I'm Baylee, I'm fourteen and I'm a badass. You've even dubbed me the Evil Aussie Spy, of crying out loud! Seriously, should I tell Pepper about this? I'm sure she'll know what psychiatrist to send you to," Baylee smirked. She heard Clint, Natasha, Jackson, Bruce, Steve, Thor, Hill and Wilson all snicker.

Tony could've chosen to ignore her like anyone else would and get on with it, but Tony Stark didn't back down when there was an opportunity to talk back.

"Pepper will send you to a psychiatrist! You're apparently having delusions about me stealing you stuff!" he yelled back childishly.

"No she won't!" Baylee shouted back.

"Yes she will!"

"No she won't!"

"Yes she will!"

"Yes she will!"

"NO SHE WON'T!" Tony screamed, then realised that he'd just agreed with her and sent her a mocking glare and pouted.

"Whatever. We all know that your insane anyway, so just get over it and grow up already!" she answered.

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk, Little Miss Shorty-Pants!"

Clint, having the eyes of a hawk, saw Baylee's eyes turn black. Everyone knew from previous experience that nobody called Baylee short and lived to tell the tale - it was he trigger word. Well, she didn't actually kill some of them, like Tony, for example, purely because she wasn't allowed to.

Tony noticed the dark glare on her face an flinched, backing away slowly as she advanced on him.

"Anthony Edward Stark! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, calls me short! NOBODY!" Baylee screamed, the high pitch sound echoing through the cold, deserted main street, before a devastating cry was uttered by the sleepy baby in Natasha's protective arms.

Clint didn't move to stop her, but Jackson hesitantly stepped forward, looking at Clint to see if he should. Clint nodded slightly, knowing that Stark may have pushed Baylee's buttons one too many times.

Jackson moved closer to Baylee's back when she growled at Tony, making him abruptly stop for a second before continuing to sneak up silently behind her. It was only when he was less than a foot away that Tony locked eyes with him. Baylee followed Tony's gaze and whipped around, flicking Jackson in the face with her long hair, an ended up almost nose to nose with him.

Everyone was frozen for what felt like forever to both Baylee and Jackson, who stared into each other's eyes emerald orbs locked with chocolate ones. Baylee was overwhelmed with the sudden desire to kiss him, but held back because she had just met him and everyone else was watching.

Jackson was shocked to say the least; he didn't know what in the world to do. He sorted carefully through his decisions and thought about the possibilities of what could happen. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know why and thought it would be wrong since he'd only just met her. He could already tell that her team was very protective of her when he was watching them before. Jackson knew, though, that from the moment he first saw her that he felt a connection to her, like love at first sight, if that's not too cheesy.

The moment was suddenly over when a grunt from Tony shook everyone from their silent thoughts as his phone started ringing.

He took his phone out and grimaced at the picture before he answered hesitantly. "Hi Pepper."

Some of the people standing in the otherwise empty street cleared their throats and started moving again, but Jackson and Baylee stayed frozen for another minute.

"Guys, we're leaving," Natasha called out from the quinjet once everyone else was onboard.

Baylee finally lowered her gaze to her feet as she shuffled them. "Oh, um... We should get going," she stuttered, lifting her eyes back to his for a second. Jackson smiled and nodded, then followed her onto the quintet to go home. Or to her home, at least. Jackson no longer had a home.

Not exactly my favourite chapter, but oh well. Also, I based Jackson off of Alexander Ludwig aka Cato from the Hunger Games. Next chapter will be up maybe tomorrow! Reviews are chocolate; they make me happy!