So this is my second story attempt at an Avenger's fic. Excuse the fact that this is obviously not what Marvel intended for the dynamic duo. This is my own spin and I hope you guys like it.

I DO NOT own the Avengers or Marvel or anything else.

Natasha noticed him watching her and she was waiting for his 'secret' attack. That's why she wasn't prepared for the attack from some secret service agent. He was an impatient fighter and lacked many key skills, but she managed to break a few ribs and do some damage to her knew. Of course, she ended up killing the 'old man.' To Natasha, he was an old man, she was only fourteen years old. The boy following her couldn't have been much older; eighteen at the most.

The girl limped back to her home –the apartment of the owned by some guy she had killed the day before. She tossed her daggers, guns and clips on the dining room table. She pulled her fiery red curls into a ponytail and began peeling off the cat-suit that had become her 'uniform.'

From her window, he saw the black spider tattoo on her shoulder and the number tattooed on her lower abdomen just above her underwear line. He knew she was dangerous despite the innocent look that was painted on her face. He knew he wouldn't be able to kill her the second he saw her when she was alone. Like him, she had suffered from a rough past. Except, he had escaped it, she had not.

Clint watched as she climbed into the big bed and placed the gun on her nightstand. She pulled the blanket over her small body and curled up. He could tell by the even rise and fall of her chest that she was asleep.

Like every other, Natasha's sleep was haunted with snippets of her past. She awoke in a cold sweat with tears in her eyes. It was still dark outside when her terrified scream awoke Clint. He had knocked an arrow and was ready to kill whoever was attacking her before he noticed she had awoken from a nightmare. He lowered the bow and watched her pull her knees to her chest and rested her head on her knees. The Black Widow shook with sobs and vulnerability. She wasn't fighting it either because she didn't know he was watching at this insane time.

When the tears stopped, Natasha stood and left the room. She returned a few minutes later with her gun shoved in the waistband of her underwear and a leather notebook in her hand. He watched her write and noticed the terror drain from her face. Yawning, she put the worn-out notebook on the nightstand and switched off the lamp. Her head dropped against the pillow and she was immediately asleep.

There was a blade in his hands and another pressed against his throat. His bow and quiver were laying on the warehouse floor and her guns were likewise. One movement would end both of their lives immediately. They were turning in circles with their eyes plastered into a deadly stare down. He noticed the worn out notebook on her belt along with the empty holsters. That's when her knee gave out and she collapsed hitting her head on the hard concrete floor. Her eyes closed and she lied on the cold floor in an unconscious heap.

Panicking, Clint crouched down next to the unconscious girl on the floor. He didn't even know her name, but the desire to protect her overflowed in his body. According to the file SHIELD had provided him with, no one knew much about her –except that she was young and dangerous. However, from leads that had eventually gone cold, she was barely a teenager.

"Kill her, now," Agent Coulson demanded into his radio chip. "This is the best shot you've ever had."

"I can't," Clint whispered not tearing his eyes from the neglected being in front of him.

"YOU CAN"T," Coulson yelled.

"Coulson, she's just a little girl. Probably the same age I was when you saved me."

"This little girl is the definition of 'kill on sight.' She's been on SHIELD's radar thirty-seven times in the last five years."

Clint ignored is handler and picked up the girl and cradled her in his arms. He knew she had been hiding the pain she was in, he had seen the gigantic bruise on her left side. He unbuttoned her shirt and gently removed it. There it was the disgusting bruise he had seen the night before. It was a mixture of a bunch of colors, non of which were pretty.

So, that was short, but trust me the chapters will be longer. If you have any suggestions or comments, please PM me or review. I'm desperate for reader satisfation! If you hate this story, tell me too.

Until we meet again,

Kaylie

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