Chapter 5 ~ Clint's POV:

I wake with a jolt and frown as I hear Lucas crying from his room down the hall. I quickly get up and run down to his room smelling that he's been sick before seeing him curled up on his bed.

"What's wrong, little buddy?" I ask going to him and carefully picks him up avoiding the mess on the edge of his bed.

"I gots sick and I tired, daddy." He whimpers and I frown taking him to the big bathroom in my room. I sit him on the counter taking off his shirt to put it in the laundry basket and kiss his head.

"Come on, bud. Let's get you cleaned up and you can sleep with me." I nod and get him in the tub to wash him off. I wrap him up in a towel and sit him on the bed while I go get him fresh clothes to sleep in.

"Daddy?" Aliyah's voice makes me stop in the hall turning to look at her with her bunny in hand and messy red curls all over the place.

"Hi, princess. Lucas got sick and you should be in bed." I tell her and kneel down to her. She looks up at me with big sad eyes and leans into me. "What's wrong?"

"Miss mommy…" She mumbles into my chest and I sigh nodding. I kiss her head gently hating that Nat had to leave last week to evaluate Tony Stark for Fury and pretend to be the billionaire's assistant.

"I know you do, baby…now, get back to bed. I don't want you getting sick like Lucas." I get her back in her pink and purple bed with her favorite bunny that Phil gave her for her first birthday.

I go back to the master bedroom seeing Lucas curled up in Nat's spot and I quickly get him in his blue pajamas. I throw the towel in the bathroom before sliding in bed and pull him to me.

"Daddy, when mommy coming home?" He ask cuddling into my chest and looks up at me Nat's bright green eyes.

"She'll be home as soon as she can, bud. I'll let you and Ali talk to her tomorrow when she calls." I rub his back and he smile slightly cuddling closer. "Go to sleep, little hawk."

I kiss the top of his head and smile softly as I hold him close. "Daddy, can you help me shoot tomorrow?"

"Sure, bud." I grin and feel proud that he likes archery like I do. I feel him falling asleep and I yawn myself starting to drift dreaming of the first time I taught Nat about archery.

I enter my personal sector of targets at the S.H.I.E.L.D target range and look at the wall of different bows they have made for me. I grab black recurve bow and quiver of regular arrows to shoot at moving targets. I sit the quiver against the stand by my left leg and flip the switch to start the moving targets. I nock an arrow quickly and raise my right arm to aim at the target dead ahead. I take a deep breath through my nose and exhale slowly through my mouth to relax my mind, letting the arrow fly right into the bull's eye. I smirk and quickly nock another arrow aiming at the dummy target off to my right and then keep hitting different targets as the move around.

After a full quiver of arrows, a gunshot sounds whizzing past my head to make my last arrow hit slightly to the left by hardly an inch. I glare and turn aiming an arrow at my redheaded partner who is the only one with good enough aim to hit my arrows.

"Hi." Nat smirks and walks over to ladder leading up to a loft where I can practice shooting from above.

"Why must you alter my shot?" I roll my eyes and step towards her kissing her cheek. I then turn to enter the range to remove my arrows from the targets and come back seeing my girlfriend for the past year sitting against the ladder.

"It gets you worked up which is really cute." She giggles and looks up at me as i put the arrows back in the quiver.

I shake my head and put my bow back to retrieve the one I use on missions. This bow is very special to me and holds a sentimental value to it. I shake it out of its collapsed form touching the grip buttons to activate the quiver of specialized arrows. I smirk at Nat as I sling the quiver across my back and take my stance.

"Which arrow first?" I look at her out of the corner of my eye and keep my fingers on the dials to tell which arrowhead I want to use other than a regular point.

"Wielding at the dummy." She answers and I dial the combination quickly nocking the arrow. I let it fly at a dummy and we watch the dummy turn into flames then ashes.

"Come here, Nat." I turn to her and offer a hand. She takes it and stands looking at me curiously. "Have you ever fired a bow?"

"No, I never had to." She answers and watches me as I pull around to where I was standing.

"Well, you're about to." I nod and turn her around so her back is to me before going to grab the other easy bow. I come back around her to place it in her hand and hand her an arrow. "Nock it."

I watch her as she nocks the arrow correctly and lifts it to take aim. I lace my hands on her shoulders seeing how tense she is taking a stance that is pure dominance.

"Relax, beautiful." I whisper in her ear placing my left hand over hers where it's gripping the bow and reach around to help her pull the string back the right way. "Deep breath and release in three, two, one…"

I feel her take a breath and our fingers release the string to let the arrow hit the bull's eye with a thud. I smile and hug her close as we look at our handy work that looks perfect.

I wake slowly and see Lucas is out of bed. I rub my eyes and get up to follow my children's laughs downstairs to the living room. I get them breakfast and eat with them watching as they talk to me excitedly.

"Alright. Who wants to go shoot a few arrows?" I smirk and stand cleaning their faces as they nod.

I take them down to the basement where we have a private shooting range underground to keep it quit. I take turns with them shooting special arrows that can't hurt them at all. I smile as they at least hit the target a few times and laugh when Aliyah pouts like Nat when she misses. This is why I sometimes like when my wife has a solo mission; it gives me time with our amazing kids and act like a dad.

What did you think? Should I do a continuation in Nat's POV?