A month later Clint was sitting all alone in a tree. He hadn't seen his brother in all that time, despite delibrately walking by the gangs usual haunts. Clint could only assume his brother had either quit the gang or was purposely going place Clint didn't know of to avoid him.

Clint sighed. He'd hoped to get the chance to talk to his brother, maybe convince him to live with Clint in Coulson's house. They probably wouldn't get anywhere near as close as they had been, but they could've tried. Oh well.

"Why are you in a tree?" Clint turned to look at the speaker on the ground. He smiled when he saw his favorite red head staring back up at him, a smirk on her face. She'd been the one to calm Tony down after Clint told them of his family.

Apparently the goateed boy didn't take well to learning his friends were hurt by something he felt, but knew he actually couldn't, stop. Who knew?

"Why am I always in high places?" Clint asked back, jumping from the branch.

"Touche." Natasha said. "So how are the injuries?" Clint had found out that he'd sustained multiple fractures, tons of deep and not deep cuts, a couple cracked ribs and two broken fingers from his fight. He'd felt like he had aquired way more than that.

"Fine. I can eat and breath without wincing now. Unfortunately, Coach Bullseye is real pissed that I can't shoot for another 2 months." Clint said jokingly. Well half joking. Bullseye really was pissed beyond belief. Clint would have believed his coaches threat of being kicked off the team if it weren't for the fact that Bullseye had stated he needed Clint more than anything to win the archery tournament in the fall.

"I'll bet." They stayed quiet a moment. Clint glanced at his friend. Tony had started teasing them about getting together the moment Clint called Natasha 'Tash' again. He hasn't stopped since.

Clint thought on that. He'd known Natasha all of a few months and yet he was closer to her than he'd ever been to Barney. She knew all his secrets and he knew all of hers. They could read eachother without an ounce of trouble and could read eachothers thoughts. (That part always pissed off Tony, since he couldn't listen in on their conversations that way.)

Natasha was a very beautiful girl and Clint couldn't deny he probably did have a crush on her. But acting on that crush was something else. They were called crushes for a reason and Natasha could probably amplify that reason by 10. That wouldn't be fun.

"Is there a reason you're staring at me?" Natasha said. Clint blinked. He mentally shrugged and thought 'What the hell?' before he quickly gave her a peck on the lips before pulling back and walking off.

"No. Just having an inner debate." He said, smirking at her openly shocked face over his shoulder.

Natasha stood there a moment. Slowly a smile came over her face. She smirked back at him before catching up. "Oh really? And what was this debate about?"

"Whether or not I should go with the cliche or be spontaneous." Clint easily replied.

"And what'd you decide on?"

"Well, the cliche is so over done. That's why it's a cliche." Clint paused and looked at his companion. "I like spontaneous better. Don't you?"

"Well, if that was you're definition of spontaneous, than..." Clint waited, excitement in his stomach. She would either punch him for what he did or...um...not. "I think I liked it."

Clint blinked as she started on without him. "You think?" He said, snapping from his daze. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it was pretty quick. How am I supposed to know if I don't even get a real try?" The russian smirked at him.

"Well, then I'll have to give you a real try sometime." Clint couldn't keep the grin off his face.

"Not now then?" Natasha had a pout on her face that made Clint laugh. He put his face close to hers as he replied.

"It wouldn't be spontaneous then, would it?" He pulled back and began to walk. Just as he was about a foot away his hand was pulled and he got spun around. Next thing he knew Natasha was kissing him full on.

They stayed that way until they ran out of breath before pulling back, Natashas arms around his neck, his hands on her hips, their foreheads together. "Now that...was spontaneous." She panted out. Clint laughed quietly before stepping back.

"It definitely was." He said, taking her hand. "Guess this means Tony wins that bet he had going with Darcy, Bruce and Thor."

"He'll be happy to know that." Nat leaned against him as they walked to where they were meeting their friends for lunch.

"Yeah. Really happy." Clint said, slightly dreamily, not really talking about the same subject anymore.

As him and Natasha walked hand in hand to where there large group of friends were waiting for them, Clint had only one thought in his head.

This time, Universe, I'm not losing my happy ending. No matter what you throw at me.

THE END

Author's Note: Okay. I bet you all think that's a crappy ending. I'm sorry. But like I explained it is not a rushed ending, I swear. My brain just likes to spit out ideas and then I have to write them and I end up think of the ending despite only having written half the story down. It's troublesome, but I'm just happy that I'll finally have a story that says 'Complete'. Now, as for those wanting 'brother Barney', I do have a sequal of sorts in my head which will involve much Barney, a lot of whump and more team avenger-ing. I just have to write it. Which is actually the hardest part for me in making stories. Coming up with plot? Easy. Getting inspiration? A sinch. Writing it all down once I'm started? Still fairly easy. Starting? Hell of a hard time. I'm what you'd call: unmotivated. No ideas for the future, just living in the moment with some past thrown in.

Now. I'll stop rambling. If any of you have any ideas of what I can put in that sequal, please, feel free to share and I'll do my best to keep them in mind and credit you for them if I ever get around to writing the story.

'Iwllj jachjaj! (I don't know how you pronounce that, it's Klingon or something)