After Tony had been asked some very insulting questions regarding his relationship with Pepper, they stopped treating him as a suspect and let him listen in to Natasha's interrogation. Tony sat on the other side of the mirror, watching every move. Natasha was completely silent, just staring at the guy as he started to look more and more irritated. "Aren't you going to say anything, bitch?"

Natasha blinked, her gaze refocusing and she took a breath. "Well, I was thinking that you ought to have the first word seeing as you're the one that broke into a woman's home and killed her."

Tony froze, wondering where Natasha was going with this. The spy knew full well that Pepper was alive. The man frowned. "What?"

"Yeah, the woman you attacked is dead. She didn't even make it off the table. They couldn't do a thing to help her after what you did. After you hit her over and over and over again. An innocent woman died at your hand. How does that make you feel?"

The man vibrated with anger. "I didn't mean to kill her! She needed to be taught a lesson."

"And what was the lesson that cost her life?"

"Respect. She was off gallivanting with the asshole Tony Stark. She should have been with me."

"Do you mean to tell me the two of you were in a relationship?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. She left me almost a year ago. But that doesn't change that fact that she was mine. Not Stark's. Mine. She belonged to me."

"Okay, and why exactly did you feel the need to beat her senseless? That's not exactly a good way to show someone you care."

"I don't care. She just belongs to me."

"Ah, a possession thing. Okay. So tell me, Kyle; is it okay if I call you that? Why did you think she belonged to you?"

Tony frowned. How the hell did she get his name? 'Kyle' glared at Natasha. "I didn't give a single bitch here my name, how do you know it?"

"Oh, I know a lot of things about you. I know that you're thirty-eight years old, you like to go for long runs every morning at eight, you have a wife and a three-year old son, you're parents live in a crappy town in Florida called Palm Bay and their names are Betty and Brian Simons. Your wife's name is Carol and your son's name is David and they both live three blocks away from this very police station. You and your wife thought that the closer you were to the cops, the safer you would be.

"I know that you've cheated on your wife multiple times, both before and after the birth of your son, and most of all, I know that you have been brought up on three other stalking charges, but they were all dropped when the victims on all three cases disappeared within a week of the trial and were therefore unable to testify."

The blood drained away from Kyle's face and he looked like he was about to pass out. "You. I've seen you before."

"Yes, you have. I've been following you for some time now. I didn't know about the connection to Pepper, but I absolutely detest people who do what you do for the simple purpose of owning someone. I thought I ought to put an end to it and either find the other women or their bodies if that's all that's left. Their families deserve the closure, don't you think? You're one sick son of a bitch and I'm just upset that I didn't get the chance to put you away before you got to Pepper. You won't be getting out of it this time. Not to mention that I'm almost positive I know where the other women are."

Kyle scoffed. "And where are they, pray tell?"

"You have property in the country that you visit often. A large barn with a hidden room underneath. I think that's where you're keeping them. I haven't been in yet because I didn't want you to know I know, but I'm thinking that the police would like to have that address very much."

Kyle's face turned beet red and he started screaming obscenities that would have put a de Niro movie to shame. After he calmed down slightly, he glared heavily at Natasha. "They are mine. They belong to me. You can't have them. You'll be sorry if you take them back."

Natasha stood with a smirk. "I take what I want and I'm not going to let someone like you get in my way. And I'll tell Pepper that you said 'hi'."

Kyle's eyes widened for a moment before he started screaming. "You lying bitch, you said she was dead! You said she was dead!

Tony's eyes were bugging out of his head and he didn't even notice that Clint had turned up by his side, grinning as he watched Natasha made the man crumble. "God, I picked the right woman."

Tony's head snapped towards Clint as he the archer left the room. Tony followed him out, the two meeting Natasha in the hall. Clint snagged Natasha's hand, interlacing their fingers. Tony's eyes widened further upon seeing it. "Wait, you guys are a thing?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "And you're just catching on? It's not like we've been hiding it lately."

"Holy shit, how did I not notice? How long has this been going on?"

Clint and Natasha smiled at each other, speaking in unison. "Four years."
When Tony's eyes widened more, looking like they were about to fall out of his head, Natasha chuckled. "And we've been married for three of them."

A/N: So, any feedback would be great and a giant thanks to all those that have reviewed, you make my heart happy. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I managed to throw some Clintasha in.