Once again I just wanted to say thank you to all those who favorited and followed, I also really appreciate the feedback I've been receiving in the reviews.

Before I get started I just wanted to know your opinion on Brutasha shipping. Personally, I'm still adjusting into being ok with it, at the moment I'm not a fan. However, at some point were going to be getting around the events in AoU, and wanted to know if any readers wanted: to include some Bruce\Natasha pairing themes, didn't mind either way, or rather leave it out of the chapters all together. Please let me know, thank you so much.

A Few Hours Later

Clint and Natasha flew back to base, enjoying each other's company, neither wanted to go on the solo missions they were assigned, so they cherished these last few hours they would have.

"Do you remember our mission in Rio, remember how perfect the skyline was the night we took out the target on the roof," Clint began reminiscing over their past missions.

"Seriously, Barton? That's what you remember?" Natasha glared at him annoyed. As SHIELD's finest pair, you would think that they would be able to collaborate on a single mission. This was farthest from the truth, the only mission where two stories coincide was the Skopje mission, which neither talked about.

Coulson, as their handler, hated debriefing them. On record, the story was a sterling achievement, however if you read their personal accounts, you wouldn't see any similarities. Natasha's account only included idiotic decisions made by her partner and the times she had to heroically rescue him. Clint, on the other hand, would speak of everything except the mission. Honestly, Coulson believed that Clint confused his job with being a tourist. His personal accounts, were almost always about the beauty of the city, cultural differences he found amusing, or how many times his partner threatened to shoot him.

"I remember you sneezing while we were hiding in the vents of a quiet warehouse, and having to fight off two organizations that were meeting there."
"Oh right. Man, how unfortunate was it that they happened to be dealing firearms when I sneezed?" Natasha flashed him a glare while smirking, Clint chuckled, "Knowing you, you'd probably say that Budapest was the most action packed mission we've been on together."

"And you don't?" Natasha voice was higher, demonstrating the clear surprise in her voice.

Clint shook his head, smiling, "You had a very different experience in Budapest."

Flashback

The chase Clint had been on these past few days were nerve wracking, Natalia was proving to be a difficult target. The streets of Budapest was their battle ground, and for the two agents it could only be compared to a minefield. At any given moment, one of the assassins had the upper hand, and was one step ahead of the other.

Clint was disturbed with the amount of time his mission was estimated to take verses how long is what actually taking. A kill mission meant an arrow to the chest, and a mad dash away from the scene, this was turning into a wild goose chase.

Fury also managed to be annoyed at his so-called "best agent". Every night when Clint had to check in with SHIELD, he was treated to one of Fury's shouting fits, and a colorful use of vocabulary, tonight was no exception.

"Sir, this girl isn't some mindless puppet with skills, she's a seasoned killer and spy with the intelligence of…. Well, an experienced spy!" Clint paraphrased what he'd told Fury every night.

"Barton! It's been three days! You can't convince me that it's this difficult to kill one girl, you must be distracted somehow, and if this girl is still alive in 24 hours, I'm extracting you, and sending in someone capable of firing a gun!" Fury proceeded to yell about his shortcomings.

"Sir," Barton heaved an exhausted breath, "I don't think appealing to my competitive side will somehow make this girl any less lethal, I can only imagine-"The lights in Clint's trashy motel suddenly went dark.

Barton swung his bow into position, and crouched down while taking in his surroundings. He felt a slight vibration, barely noticeable, along with the faint change in room that implied he wasn't alone.

"So, Natalia, what do you say about calling a truce on this little prank war we've got going on," he heard a distinguishable footstep heading in his direction behind the bed, he should be dead by now. Based on everything he's read on the mysterious Black Widow she didn't hesitate. She wasn't one to triumphantly give a finial witty comment before delivering the death blow, if she had the opportunity she would kill you, she was so quick that many people still considered her to be a legend or myth of some kind.

Something clicked in Barton, he had his moment, he hand the upper hand. It was time to complete the mission. With that he armed an arrow into place, and turned around. Even in dark her hair and eyes glowed, her skin had a small tint of shine, only to feature her tired and painful features of the twenty year old woman. This was best look he had ever gotten of her, but it countered every piece of information he'd gathered on her. She was supposedly fearless and had the confidence to match, but here was a child with fear and confusion, lacking only in innocence.

He paused, if only for a split second, they looked in each other's eyes and saw their hurt. As they snapped back to their missions each falling into a synchronized fight, something tugged on Clint. He could blame it simply on his fatigue but it felt like much more. Perhaps it was her hesitation, the look in her eyes, or even the way she was fighting now, as if she was holding back. Natasha was at war within herself, that was evident.

The fight was still brutal and bloody, but at last he had slammed the back of her head into the wall. She made a muffled groan, before crumpling to her knees from pure exhaustion. Clint loaded his bow, and aimed. The girl's eyes were now icy and unwavering as she was preparing to meet death, still she wanted one last look at the agent, she'd let overpower her.

"You were wrong," she whispered. Whatever was pulling on Clint's mind before was now easing his grip on the bowstring. "I am a mindless puppet, I just happen to be a… smart puppet," Her voice tapered off and her eyes drooped. Clint's mouth parted some at his realization, it was him that he saw in the hopeless case. "I could be a hero, just like her," Clint thought while pictures of his girlfriend Laura raced through his mind. Clint disarmed the bow, instead using it to knock the woman out cold.

"Barton, why do I have a feeling that your mission is incomplete?" Coulson sounded much steadier than Fury.

"I don't know Coulson, maybe it has something to do with the fact that I haven't checked in 36 hours and my last conversation with Fury ended mysteriously."

"Sarcasm, very pleasant Clint."

"Thank you, darling," Clint mocked, "However I wanted to report that I'm ready for extraction."

"So the girl is dead, I knew you were going to complete it," Coulson sounded like a proud father.

"No, no she's alive, but I'm still ready for extraction. Also I need a concussion kit aboard whatever carrier you send."

"Umm, okay. I can arrange for a replacement team to complete the mission. How bad do you think your concussion is?"

Clint voice remained awkwardly pleasant, "Don't bother with a replacement, and the kit is for her, I'm fine." Instant pain began throbbing through Coulson's head.

"Clint," his voice was lower than Clint had ever heard before, "who is her, and give the full story, now."

"Well, she's a great person, Coulson, just misguided and over used. People like her deserves a better chance, and she's great at her job, we could make her an agent."

"Where is she now, and when did you have time to such a deep conversation about emotions with the Black Widow?"

"Natalia is fine, she's here in my motel room, uhh, resting right now. And technically, we haven't exactly conversed yet, but I'm right about this one, Coulson."

Phil was no longer calm, Phil was shouting, "Barton, I swear if you slept with her, and think you can just bring you murdering girlfriend back to base-!"

"Whoa, whoa, Phil I didn't sleep with her! I just been injecting sleeping agents in her every few hours. She's chained to the bed and everything is fine,"

"So you plan to force recruitment on to a stray enemy assassin, and convince Fury to do the same, Clint I'm starting to wish you slept her."

"C'mon Phil, you know I couldn't do that to Laura. In fact, Natalia helped me realize something about my relationship with Laura. I'm going to ask her to marry me when I get back."

Coulson hung up without another word. Clint was clearly delusional, and was now going watch his plan burn in front of him.

Flashback End

"… and then Fury called and yelled at me for a few hours," Clint recalled as they neared SHEILD's base, "and the two of them kept calling until we finally made it back to D.C."

Natasha couldn't stop laughing, "I'm glad I inspired you so much, but do remember fighting the KGB or escaping from the agents Fury sent to kill me."

"Details, details, the phone calls was the worst part of that," Clint smiled and faced her as they sat in the now parked car he'd rented soon after landing somewhere in Maryland, "ready?"

"No," she offered him a soft smile, "can we go back home?"

He laughed and put his hand on her shoulder, "Soon, you'll be back on the farm soon."

Natasha nodded, neither had any idea that she wouldn't see the farm again for an entire year.

So what did you think? Boring, cheesy, some other emotion? Please let me know, and share any suggestions you may have. Thank you!

Also, a reviewer bought out an error I made in some previous chapters about which of Clint's kids were older. Although it doesn't necessarily impact the plot of anything, but I now found it very annoying to read, so I apologize for my lack of research and I hope to be able to fix the problem by this weekend.