Greeted by a Billionaire

                                    

                                          
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Barton
                          
I force myself to wake up when my phone started to ring at 4:32 in the morning. Who calls someone at 4:32 in the morning? You don't just do that, especially if this certain person just finished a three day stealth OP by himself.
                          
"Go for Barton." I rub my eyes, trying to shake of the feeling of tiredness.
                          
"Legolas!"
                          
"Tony." I recognize the voice calling me a fantasized elf. "What's going on? Did something happen back there?"
                          
"What? No. Nothing happened, everything's fine." 
                          
"Why're you calling so early then?" 
                          
"It's 11:32 in the morning, here. Where're you?"
                          
"That's classified according to SHIELD, but I can tell you that's it's 4 AM." I try not to come off as annoyed.
                          
"Calm it, Barton. Just wanted to tell you that Thor's coming back from Asgard, and Little Maximoff finished with training, thought we could all use a little reunion." He replies.
                          
"Well, yeah. I guess that'd be great, I have no more incoming missions so I'll be back in Manhattan by tomorrow."
                          
"Sweet, and if you run into Natasha, tell her to meet up here at the tower."
                          
"Right, I'll try and track her down." I end the call and turn to my left side.
                          
"Nat, wake up, they need us." I nudge her carefully. If she feels any sudden movements, she'll pull out a gun from under her pillow.
                          
"Tasha." I say a little louder. This time she moves around in her spot to face me. She opens her eyes for a quick moment, and closes them again, letting me know she's awake, but she doesn't want to get up.
                          
"Nat." I repeat, while I wrap my arms around to help her sit up straight with me against the headboard. She doesn't open her eyes, but takes this moment to lean her head on my chest. I notice her slightly smiling, knowing she was enjoying this. I roll my eyes and keep one arm around her while my other arm rests behind my head. I get lost in my thoughts about how I ran into her yesterday.
                          
Originally her solo mission was in Washington DC, but led her all the way here, to where my mission was taking place. What Fury didn't tell us, is that our missions coincide. We ended up meeting back with each other, fighting lost agents of AIM in the continent of Europe. We both lost a lot of blood yesterday, and the best we could do was messily stitch each other up before one of us passes out. Nat had bullet wounds near her side, and I had a huge hash running down my back. I'm just glad she got out of that fight safe.
                          
"What are you looking at?" She asks.
                          
"You." I answer truthfully.
                          
"Really, and why is that?"
                          
"Yesterday..." I trail off.
                          
"I'm not the damsel in distress, Clint."
                          
"And I'm completely aware of that." I laugh.
                          
"Because I shot you in the knee years ago, even though you were trying to save me?" 
                          
"Forget that. You can kill a person with your thighs." I reply seriously. She shrugs and closes her eyes again, resting against my body.
                          
"Ever thought about getting up?" I suggest. She doesn't answer, but I keep talking anyways.
                          
"Tony told me Wanda finally finished her SHIELD training."
                          
"You treat her like she's one of your children." She says, continuing to stay still.
                          
"I feel like I need to be some sort of a father figure to her, after, you know." I say thinking about how her brother took a bullet for me months back.
                          
"You sort of, kinda, had your own children."
                          
"You don't need to lie to me Natasha. I know I got TAHITI'd." I reply. One short year ago, we had problems with Ultron and artificial intelligence. We had to go to a safe house, a place where no one would ever find us. That's when the rest of the Avengers met my 'family.' A wife and three kids. You'd think, 'You must be pretty happy.' Not really.
                          
I never really loved them as much as you would love your own family, and I felt guilt because of it. I spent days wondering why I didn't have mutual feeling towards them. When I finally asked Coulson about it, he turned me to Director Fury, and I immediately knew it was something serious.
                          
A few years before that, the Battle of New York happened. It's was Loki and the Chitauri, versus the Avengers. Loki took over my mind, Natasha had to fight me. When I asked Fury about my 'family.' He said I went under the TAHITI protocol. Those people posing as my family were actually my brothers'. She was his wife, they were his kids.
                          
And I named one of them Pietro.
                          
It was the only way to keep me alive after having my thoughts pulled out by Loki. The only condition was, I needed fake memories to be implanted into my brain to survive.
                          
"I'm sorry." She says.
                          
"No need, let's just get out of here." I avoid the topic, but refuse to move from this spot.
                          
"We should stay a little longer." She says.
                          
"It is only four." I consider staying here for a few more hours.
                          
"And I really like this place anyways."
                          
"You're kidding, right? It's shit here. I couldn't even shower for the past three days. I don't know how you could stand sharing a room with me for the night. Let's just get back to SHIELD already." I stand up putting on my leather jacket.
                          
"Take your time Clint, I just got here."
                          
"Let's go, now." She stands up about to change her clothes when I notice that she was wearing one of my shirts. It almost went down to her knees. I remember last night, she said left her clothes in DC because of a quick evacuation.
                          
"Or maybe just one more day." I accidentally say out loud. She smirks at me, I had no regrets.
                          
"Keep your eyes on something else, Hawkboy." She says, and I roll my eyes.
                          
"You're the ones who left her clothes in another continent."
                          
"And who offered me a shirt and one of his boxers to wear for the night?" I laugh and shake my head, realizing that she needed something to wear on the way back.
                          
"I've got a clean SHIELD jacket somewhere in this room, don't know about about covering the rest of you." I manage to say while brushing my teeth.
                          
"I'll figure it out."
                          
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