A few years after Endgame, Nat and Tony are alive. Originally was supposed to be something else, but I decided I was lazy and have posted this. Hope you all like this light hearted fluff.

Hawkeye smiled, and continued walking. "Come on down Parker you don't need to stay on the ceilings. I don't bite." Nat does that enough for two. Or the entire mansion.

He heard the light thud as the teenager's feet touched the ground. "Sooo you're the SHEILD agent right? The assassin."

Hawkeye laughed. "One on the 3 former SHIELD agents. And yes I was an assassin, but Nat's the best. But don't tell her I said that."

"Who's the other?" Peter asked.

"Well Rogers was with SHIELD when it was founded." He said as they rounded a corner.

They continue in silence for a minute. Then the boy asks,"So what about Miss Romanoff, how long has she been with SHIELD?" He asks.

"A while." Hawkeye answered. He sensed his wife's silent footsteps and turned to meet her punch with his forearm.

"How many times will you try, Моё сердце." So she had found the water in her vodka bottle. Well he had tried, 16 years though uses up a quite a few pranks. There weren't many left, repeating one was not an option.

"As many as it takes to win." He returned. She shook her head in amazement and continued on.

"What was she talking about?" Peter asked when she was out of earshot.

"A prank war we've had going for the past 16 years. She is unprankable."

"What does my o sister mean?"

"Моё сердце, is a nickname she has for me."

"What does it mean?"

"That my boy is something that Tony Stark will give anything to find out. Anything. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"So no one knows, not even Friday?"

"Well she knows but she won't tell."

They had reached the garage. "You headed home?" Hawkeye asked him.

"Yeah, my aunt wants me back." Peter answered as he opened the car door. Tony stuck his head out; "When will you make a move on that girl? She dam nearly died to save you, just ask her out!"

"In your dreams Tony."

With an exaggerated eye roll Tony rolled up his window.

"Good talking with you sir."

"My pleasure."

That night at dinner Natasha studied him while she ate. He cocked an eyebrow at her. In return she stuck her tounge out impishly and announced, "You owe me a bottle of vodka."

"I know." Hawkeye answered absentmindedly.

"You owe me an apology."

"I'm sorry." At the moment he could think of twenty ways to kill her from where he sat. And he could also think of twenty-thousand places he would rather be with her. All were lonely, secluded Tony-proof safe houses.

"You owe me a kiss. A real one."

That brought him out of his daze. "No I don't."

"Of course not." She smiled knowingly and he continued.

"I owe you my life, my free will, my identity, and my soul — I would say my heart, but you already have it." He leaned over the table and kissed her, hard.

"How many more years will it take for them to realize that Laura was never your wife?"

"Don't know, and I don't — I bet 30 bucks that Peter will be the first to figure it out."

"Nah, 60 that it will be Thor."

He snorts, "Realy, you gonna tell him we're married?"

"No, you just did."

"Huh?" He turned in the booth staring at them open mouthed was Thor.

"Fork it over Birdbrain."

With a dazed shake of his head he handed pulled out his wallet and pealed out her 30.

Translations:

Моё сердце - my heart