A/N Hey guys! Sorry this is so short but I didn't want you thinking I didn't care about you. Which I do. Hence the short chapter at 1:30 am.:) This chapter mainly looks on Clint and Emily's brother-sister relationship and, I have to admit, I'm having TONS of fun writing sweet, brotherly Clint xD Aaaanyyy whooo, enjoy!

Chapter 3

Clint dragged her to her own room where he threw her on the bed gently. He looked at her for a while, taking in her flushed face, bruised lips, slight blush, messed up hair, and dreamy look. His instincts as a brother were going mad at how his little sister kissed, if you could even call that kissing, a man.

"What the hell was that?" he asked. Well, more like demanded.

"It was a kiss. I'm sure you've done it plenty of times so don't even start lecturing me about it!"

"That was not a kiss! That was more like…like…like sucking face!"

"It was not sucking face, quit being such a drama queen, Clint."

"Oh yes it was! You've been doing things I don't approve of and you're not going to repeat any of it again!" That last comment made her mad. Like hell was she gonna sit there and be told what not to do by her brother. He can be overprotective sometimes but this is crossing the line.

"You can't tell me what to do. I am nineteen and perfectly capable of taking care of myself," She said as she stood up, trying her hardest to look intimidating. "If I want to kiss Steve, then I will. If I want to join the Avengers, I will. And if I want to go out and get drunk, by God I will. You can try to stop me all you want, but I refuse to let someone else control my life while I sit helpless!" by this point she was shouting, infuriated that Clint was actually trying to stop her. She wasn't a child anymore and could do anything she wanted without him!

But her comment had added mad onto pissed, making him royally pissed that she thought she could do anything. And anything without him. When he found her at eight years old in an alley, and decided to take her in, that was when she became his responsibility. That's when she became his sister. And that was when he became fiercely overprotective of her.

Fourteen year old Clint Barton was on his way back to the carnival after running a few errands for food. Since he took the back way home, he realized that he had to pass an alley that all the kids stayed away from, since it was dark and looked dangerous. As Clint neared the alley, he started to move to the far side of the sidewalk when he heard a noise coming from inside the alley. It sounded like a little sneeze but it was so soft, he wasn't even sure he heard it. But it sounded again, this time a little louder. Curious, he walked towards the sound until he came upon a small girl who looked to be about eight, cuddled in a torn blanket and shivering in the crisp February air.

"Uh, hi," Clint said. She looked up at him and he was able to get a good look at her. She was thin but cute with long brunette hair flowing down to just under her shoulder blades. Her eyes were a beautiful deep blue and held a natural curiosity in them. She was very lightly tanned, though Clint guessed that was her natural skin tone and she was shivering from the cold. Just then a burst of cool air blew by, making the girl pull the torn blanket tighter around her small frame and sink into it.

"H-hi," she said, her voice sweet like bells, though small. "I'm Emily Grace. Who are you?"

"I'm Clint Barton. Where's your parents?"

"They-they died." She looked down, her eyes misting lightly though no tears threatened to spill. At that point Clint decided that he would offer the girl a home with warmth and a family to love her. A safe home with him.

"Well Emily, would you…ah, do you…hmm, if you want, you can stay with me instead of stay out here in the cold where something could happen to you." He offered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, nervous that the girl would take offence or think differently of his offer. Thankfully she didn't. Her eyes immediately brightened as a contagious smile burst onto her face.

"I would love to! If-if that's ok with your parents…"

"Nah, they're dead too. I live with a carnival but it's better than nothin'." He said, grinning down at her. He grasped her upper arm gently and helped her up, seeing as she didn't want to free a hand by letting go of the blanket.

"Then we'll be alone together." She decided, a done-and-set look on her face as she nodded up at him, seeing as he was taller than her by many inches. Clint chuckled and wrapped an arm around her still shivering shoulders, his hand rubbing up and down her arm in a small attempt to help warm her as they started walking.

"Stick with me and we'll be alone together forever." She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with admiration and saw him in a new light, a brotherly light. She liked the look.

"Yeah, alone together forever."

Thought he'd never tell, it was then that he silently promised her parents that he'd never let anything happen to her, and that he'd always protect her. Always.

Clint sighed, remembering fondly. There was no way he could stay mad at her, and he knew the same went for her. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down on the bed, despite her objections.

"Emily, we're both pissed off right now. We both need to be alone and settle down, then we'll talk." Clint started walking towards the door before turning around again. When he did he saw the familiar stubbornness and understanding that he's grown to love reflecting through her eyes, though her body remained more relaxed.

"Alone together forever," he said before turning to leave.

"Alone together forever," she repeated, leaving matching smiles on both their faces.

A/N...again! I also want to give a big shout out to Tayler Snape13 and NotoriousNat for absolutly making my day and giving me the inspiration to write this! Though you all are contributors;) Gosh! I cannot type today! I keep misspelling things and hitting wrong letters! Darn it! .