Hey guys! Sorry I didn't update last night. I had this chapter all written and everything but I didn't like how it went, so I scrapped that idea and went with this one. Sorry if this one also seems kind of choppy. Part of it is from the chapter I wrote last night so I'm sorry if it doesn't flow really well and if it isn't consistent. Also, the chapter name is the title of a classic movie but the chapter doesn't follow the plot of the movie. Just letting you guys know for those of you who may have seen An Affair to Remember. But anyways, I present to you...chapter 13.

Following the conversation Clint had with his parents, he acted a little different around Natasha. Her cold had mostly disappeared within a couple days so she was back to normal, which meant more cuddling and more kissing. Clint felt strange being so close to her after getting a whole new perspective on their relationship from his parents.

Natasha could clearly tell that something was wrong with Clint. Every time she would reach to hold his hand or cuddle with him on the couch, he would either slightly tense up or seem distant. Natasha wasn't upset over it. There was clearly something on Clint's mind that was bugging him. It actually angered her that he didn't think she was worthy enough to share it with her.

After a couple days of trying to brush off his strange behavior, Natasha decided it was time to just flat out ask why he was acting so weird.

"Okay, cut the crap Clint. What's bugging you?" Natasha said dropping her fork to her dinner on her plate.

"Huh? What?" Clint said distantly.

"That! Why are you acting so strange?"

"I'm not acting strange," he said defensively.

"I'm not stupid, dumbass. There's something on your mind, and I would like to know what it is," Natasha demanded.

Clint wasn't sure if he should tell her about the conversation he had with his parents. He wasn't sure how she would take it. He didn't want to freak her out and make her think that all he wanted to do was sleep with her. Clint's mind did not work that way.

"Ummm…" he trailed off.

"Spit it out Clint!" she demanded.

"My parents had 'The Talk' with me."

Like Clint, it took Natasha a few seconds to process what he meant by "The Talk," and when she did, she burst into a fit of laughter.

"Stop Tasha, it's embarrassing!"

"That's why you've been so distant lately?" she asked wiping tears from her face from laughing so hard.

"Yes," he muttered under his breath.

"Wow," she said. "Wow, wow, wow. You're really immature."

"Immature?"

"Did you think I'd be offended over the fact that your parents had 'The Talk' with you about us?" she asked. "I don't blame them. If I were them, I would go straight to the assumption that we had sex that night."

"Really?"

"Yeah, because if I wasn't deathly ill that night, I would've easily been able to seduce you," she joked.

Clint snorted a laugh. "Right, because the pretty little red head would be able to seduce the teenager that looks like Jeremy Renner."

She tossed a piece of her dinner from her plate at him. "Don't question it," she said with a half smile.

With that, the conversation was over and the air was cleared. However, Natasha couldn't help but wonder if Clint would ever see her in that way. They were teenagers whose raging hormones made them think in strange ways. Natasha was in no way ready to take the next step in their relationship, especially since they had only been dating for less than a year, but she desperately wanted to know if Clint saw her that way, or would ever see her that way. Sure they were dating but there was a definite difference and Natasha would find out one way or another.

Natasha's parents returned home three days after New Year's with fantastic news. Natasha had come home from school to find both of her parents' cars parked in the driveway, which was an unusual occurrence. When she had walked into the house, they were both sitting on the couch in the living room awaiting her return.

Natasha sat down in the arm chair diagonally across from her parents and positioned herself so that she was facing them. Apparently they hadn't stayed in New York City for an extended period of time because they wanted to spend more time with Natasha's grandparents. The real story was that they had both managed to get new jobs at some corporate business in the city. Her mother was going to work as a secretary for the CEO of the company while her father was going to work in the financial sector doing God knows what. Either way, their financial situation was going to greatly improve.

Natasha's parents had returned home to not only share the good news with Natasha but to also tell her that for the first couple months or so, she would basically be living on her own. They knew she was capable of it, but they just wanted to let her know that they would be around less often. Over time, Natasha's parents would be commuting into the city but for now, they had decided to stay at Natasha's grandparents' apartment to make it easier on them in the time management and financial department.

Natasha was thrilled for them and was perfectly okay with being on her own. If something were to go wrong, she had a great circle of people to depend on. Natasha's parents had informed her that they would be back every weekend to check on her and restock the house with groceries and basic necessities Natasha would need to survive.

Finally, her parents had also gotten extremely serious and informed her that she was not to do anything stupid while they were gone. This included neglecting to keep the house in order, doing anything illegal in or out of the house, and throwing parties. The list went on and on but Natasha knew better than to go against her parents' orders and ensured them that she would be on her best behavior.

Natasha had to admit that the first couple of weeks were rough without her parents. Sure they had always fought in front of Natasha and had left her alone in the house when she was far too young, but it was strange being in the house by herself during the week. At times she got a little paranoid. Every single thing that went bump in the night made her go stiff and she mentally prepared herself for fight or flight mode.

Clint could tell that being alone in her house bugged her, and he offered to let her stay at his house during the week if his parents were okay with it.

"Don't worry about me," she huffed. "I'm just paranoid."

Secretly, Natasha was just extremely nervous to stay at his house after his parents had "The Talk" with Clint. She was afraid that they would be under constant surveillance throughout the nights that she would stay there. She knew Clint was smart enough to avoid doing anything inappropriate, and Natasha knew better than to do something bad while Clint's parents were in the house. She still couldn't help but deny Clint's offer to stay at his house during the week.

After a couple more tries, Clint finally managed to convince Natasha to stay at his house during the school week. Every Sunday night, Natasha would pack a bag of clothes for the week and necessary toiletries and ride in the car with Clint over to his house. Of course Natasha lived only 10 minutes away and could go to her house any time she wanted, but she still found it easier to take everything with her for the week.

Clint felt a lot better having Natasha stay at his house during the week. He knew she was just slightly paranoid throughout the night, but he couldn't help but worry what if someone had actually broke into her house one night while she was sleeping. Clint knew that that baseball bat in the closet wouldn't be the best weapon against a burglar unless she was swift and quick.

The first week that Natasha stayed at Clint's house, she had insisted that she would be fine with sleeping on the couch, but Clint wouldn't have it – much to Clint's parents' dismay. Clint always insisted that he wouldn't try anything inappropriate, and they would proceed to create a makeshift bed on the floor of Clint's bedroom. Clint had tried to get her to sleep in his bed again while he took the floor, but she put up quite a fight and Clint decided to not persevere.

However, usually during the night, after Clint's parents had gone to bed, Natasha would climb into bed with Clint. They would get into the same position that they were in the night Clint stayed when Natasha was sick; her head would rest against his chest while he would wrap his arm around her. The best part about this was she was the first thing he saw when he woke up in the morning.

The fact that Clint didn't kick her out of his bed every night she crawled in with him made her feel a little better about this whole "The Talk" situation. Maybe he really did see her in that way. Not that she wanted it to happen anytime soon but it made her feel a little better about herself.

Every time the school week came to its close, Natasha dreaded returning home to see her parents. These new jobs had certainly put them in better moods, and her mom and dad were starting to get along better. They say money can't buy happiness, but for Natasha's family, she felt like money – or lack thereof – was the reason her parents had fought in the past. They got along a lot better now than they did before.

To tell the truth, Natasha was a little happier to see her parents when they came home on the weekends. The only problem was that unless she was working, they wanted to spend time with her, which left for very little time for her to spend with Clint. Sure they practically lived with each other during the week, but she didn't like that she didn't get to see him for almost three whole days. She was always relieved when her parents left for the city on Sunday nights and she could return to Clint's house.

It was a weekend in the beginning of April when only Natasha's father had returned home for the weekend. He had told Natasha that her mother wasn't feeling well and wasn't up for the trek home so she stayed in the city. Her father didn't look too happy about being home without her and Natasha didn't think anything of it until her mother came home the next weekend equipped with a gift for Natasha from her mother's boss.

"He's very nice, Natasha," her mother said. "He pays very well and he takes very good care of the families of his workers."

Natasha's mother had handed her a powdery blue box with a white ribbon tied around it. It was from Tiffany's and whatever was in it surely had to have cost a lot. When she finally untied the bow and slid the lid off of the box, it was revealed to be a sterling silver necklace with an Eiffel Tower charm.

"Oh that's so pretty!" Natasha's mother cooed as she reached for the necklace to put it on Natasha.

"Yeah," Natasha said bluntly. "Tell him I said thank you."

Natasha didn't like accepting a gift from a total stranger, let alone a really expensive one. A sterling silver necklace from Tiffany's had to cost at least $200. Clint could tell Natasha wasn't happy when she returned to his house Sunday night. He was debating on asking her what was wrong until she reached behind her neck to unclasp the necklace she was wearing. Clint hadn't noticed it until she reached to take it off, and she chucked the necklace onto the top of his dresser.

"My mom's boss bought that for me. It's from Tiffany's," she said. "I have no problem with how expensive it is. I just don't like that some stranger bought it for me."

Clint picked up the necklace from his dresser and looked at it. It looked harmless.

"It's nice," he said, placing it back down on his dresser.

"It is," she agreed. "I just don't like that a total stranger got it for me."

"If I had gotten it for you, would you have accepted it?" he asked.

"If you can afford Tiffany's," she laughed. She was quiet for a couple minutes, lost in thought.

"When I would visit my grandparents in the city, I would walk down to the Tiffany's on Fifth Avenue and I would look at all the necklaces and rings and bracelets and just wish my parents could afford it," she explained. "All I ever wanted was something from Tiffany's and now that I finally got something, I don't even want it. I just feel weird accepting a gift so expensive from someone I don't know."

"I'll tell you what," Clint said. "I'll start saving up my money and when I have plenty, I'll buy you whatever your heart desires from Tiffany's."

Natasha smiled. She began to wonder how she became the luckiest girl in the world around Clint.

The gift giving didn't stop with the necklace from Tiffany's. The following weekend, Natasha's mother brought home a large box that was gift wrapped. The wrapping itself looked expensive and Natasha once again felt uncomfortable accepting the gift.

"It's perfectly fine, honey," Mrs. Romanoff said, as Mr. Romanoff watched from the doorway of the kitchen. He didn't look pleased. At least he seemed to be on Natasha's side in this situation.

With more encouragement from her mother, Natasha ripped off the wrapping paper that revealed a box monogrammed with the Saks Fifth Avenue logo. Natasha sighed but continued with sliding the lid off of the box to reveal a black quilted Chanel bag. Natasha was starting to get extremely paranoid. How did this guy know she has always wanted one of these? Over the Christmas holidays, she had practically spent every day that she was in the city in Saks Fifth Avenue staring at the Chanel bags, wishing she could afford one.

"I know you've always wanted one," Mrs. Romanoff said. "I mentioned it to Victor one day and he was kind enough to get you one!"

Once again, Natasha was torn. She couldn't accept the gift. Chanel bags cost well over a thousand dollars, and yet she wanted one so badly. Once again, she mustered up a thank you and told her mom to pass the message along.

Natasha received another gift after the Chanel bag. When her parents had returned home, her mother walked into the house with a big grin plastered across her face and another box in her hands. Mrs. Romanoff shoved the box into Natasha's hands and forced her to open, much to Natasha's protests.

Natasha ripped off the wrapping once again and revealed a box for Christian Louboutins. She slid the lid off to find a pair of a black Mary Janes. By this time, Natasha was getting fed up with the gifts but her mom just looked so excited to hand them to her every weekend that she couldn't deny them. After being in a financial rut for all these years, her and her mom could now have the nice things they had seen in fashion magazines.

Every weekend, her mother would also gush about Victor Von Doom. Just his name irritated Natasha. Who the hell would name their kid that? She would think. And what the hell kind of last name is Von Doom? It was always Victor this, and Victor that, and Natasha's father would sit there looking displeased as her mother droned on and on about Mr. Von Doom.

Every so often Natasha would tune in to see what her mother was bragging about.

"The hours are long but the pay is fantastic," her mother would say. "He's a hard worker. We have great teamwork too."

Natasha's parents dropped Natasha off at Clint's house before they left to return to the city. She let herself into the house and found Clint sitting at the kitchen table doing his math homework. She gave him a quick kiss then ran upstairs to grab her school work, and then rejoined him at the kitchen table.

Natasha was about halfway through answering questions for her history assignment when it dawned on her. The gifts, the way her mother talked about him, the fact that her father wasn't pleased with the gifts and how her mother talked about Mr. Von Doom. The long hours and the handsome pay, and tack on the fact that her mom didn't come home that one weekend a couple weeks ago.

"Oh my God," Natasha whispered.

"What? What's wrong?" Clint said, looking up from his math homework.

"He's trying to earn my trust," Natasha muttered.

"What? Who? Who's trying to earn your trust?" Clint asked, confused.

"My mom's boss. That's why he keeps buying me gifts," Natasha said. "My mom keeps sharing stuff about me to him. That's why he keeps getting me all these gifts I've always wanted."

"Tasha, I'm lost. What's going on?"

She didn't want to admit it. If she said it that would mean it's true, and Natasha did not want this, of all things, to be true. She took a deep breath and prepared for the truth that she still had to tell herself.

"Clint," she said. "I think my mom's having an affair."

Oooooooh drama alert! Once again, I'm sorry if it's choppy and doesn't flow well. And I'm sorry for the lack of fluff from Clintasha. I had a lot of fluff in the original version but the chapter wasn't really going anywhere and it didn't really seem to fit in the story well. Anyways, I hope this chapter isn't a let down for you guys.

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