Chapter 2 ~ Nat's POV:

The bitter cold seeps through my fur coat I stole from the Red Room's closet before running away from the horrid place. I quickly walk down an alley and pass various apartment doors pulling the scarf higher on my face. For the first time in years, I'm not here to kill but here to find refuge.

I quickly turn hearing the footsteps behind me and gasp as a man pushes me against the brick wall with a knife at my throat. I look up at him with no fear or weakness because of my training. His blue-grey eyes pierce mine and I raise my chin.

"Do it…go ahead, do me a favor." I rasp in a heavy Russian accent and feel my strength crumble just wanting this guilt of murder to end.

He stares at me and I feel his knife drop from my neck. "No, you're not a killer."

I shake my head and pull the gun from my hip aiming at his head. "No?"

"No, I see it in your eyes. No murder would feel guilt or look so innocent. I can help you, Romanoff." The man says stepping back without a flinch and puts the knife away. "I can offer you a life where you can feel safe and with no guilt."

I raise a brow and study him seeing a quiver of black arrows on his back matching the bow across his chest. I lower the gun without loosening my grip and keep my eyes on him. "Who are you and how do you know me?"

"Hawkeye from S.H.I.E.L.D, sent to kill you but I don't think I will unless you misbehave." The Hawkeye says and nods crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"I don't like you and certainly don't trust you, Hawkeye." I say coldly and nod glaring at him.

"Nice to know but my offer stands." He looks at me and I see genuine care in his blue-grey eyes. For the first time in my life, I start to trust a man to actually help me.

I wake suddenly and sigh feeling a warm arm over my waist with a hand on my small baby bump. I smile softly and turn to face the man I trusted with my life all those years ago. I stroke his cheek with my thumb and smile feeling his arms tighten around me.

"Clint…" I whisper softly and he hums nuzzling my hand. I watch as his eyes slowly open to meet mine and he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Morning, beautiful." Clint smiles and kisses my nose then forehead rubbing my back. "How did you sleep?"

I smile softly at him and lean close laying my head on his chest. "I dreamed about when we first met in Russia."

"Ah…good times." He grins and plays with a piece of my hair. "I liked your hair blonde that time, it made you look so pure."

"Even though I was the most impure woman in Russia." I mutter sitting up and feels his hand on my stomach. I look at him as he sits up rubbing my belly in circles and leans in to press his forehead on mine. I smile softly and cup his cheek looking into those deep blue-grey eyes that I only I see love through.

"How are our babies today?" He grins and I kiss him softly placing my hand over his.

"They're good…hungry, actually." I bite my lip and he gets up then scoops me into his arms. I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck loosely. "You're crazy, Hawk."

"That's why you love me." Clint smirks and carries me all the way downstairs to the kitchen to sit me on the counter. I roll my eyes and shake my head thinking of how he's been like this since we found out we're having twins.

I look up at him and smile as he stands in front of me bare chested kissing my head. I place my hands on his sides and catch his lips against mine in a deep kiss. His hands run along my hips and I smile on his lips pulling away hearing the phone ring.

"Hello?" I answer quickly and Clint kisses my neck.

"Hi, Natasha. It's Phil, let me in the gate." Phil Coulson says and I push Clint off to hop down to punch in the code by the door.

"Alright, you're in." I say hanging up and come back in the kitchen to see Clint making eggs. "Coulson's coming up the drive."

"I figured, you don't push me off for very many men." Clint smirks and I shove him gently taking over for him.

I make six eggs and put bread in the toaster as Clint makes our coffee. I put on some bacon and Coulson comes in shaking hands with Clint.

I watch as Hawkeye and his handler argue with a man I now know as Director Fury. Fury is yelling at the young assassin for not following orders and bringing me here. I look around the large room to find a quiet way out and just go back to Russia.

"You weren't supposed to bring her in, Barton!" Fury barks and Hawkeye sighs looking back at me for a moment.

"But, sir I see that she's not who they made her to be, she's different." He says and I look at him. "I know what she's seen and feel like I can help her. Please, sir I want to try and if I can't I'll handle it."

The director sighs and looks at the handler. "They are both yours to deal with, Coulson."

"Yes, sir." The handler nods and turns to me offering a hand. "Phil Coulson."

I glance at Hawkeye and he nods. "Trust me, he'll help you more than you think."

I shake hands with him and follow the two men around as the give me a grand tour of headquarters which is on a huge flying ship. I take everything in and after a long time with the two of the men I learn that I am safe here.

I smile at Phil and hug him from the side. "Wow, you've gotten big fast."

I shoot him a glare and sigh. "Thanks, I think."

"That's why we wanted you to come over." Clint says and winks at me as I set the island with plates.

"Oh…why is that, Mr. and Mrs. Barton?" Coulson says and sit on a stool looking at us. He is one of few we have trusted to know we are married.

I grin at Clint as we sit too and take his hand in mine. "We're having twins!"

"A boy and a girl!" Clint nods excitedly and kisses my cheek.

"Oh no…a baby Hawk and a little Widow running around." Phil Coulson groans playfully and then grins happy that his two favorite agents are together like this.

Sorry it took so long guys but my weekend was crazy and school. I will try to post more by next week. Review please!