A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for waiting so long to update. I've been busy and lazy and the combination is a really bad one xD Not much to say here, so I'll just reply to reviews and move on to the final chapter... It's bittersweet for me.

jinxcharm: Yeah I'm kinda sad that it's ending. But I'm also excited. I've never written a short story this quickly, so it's kind of like an accomplishment for me.

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Hawaiichick: Haha thanks. I love writing banter between the two. I just love the both of them :D They are my favorite ship EVER, which is a first because I've never had a favorite ship before. Lilius[Harry Potter] came close, but Clintasha is just too...ugh I can't even put my feelings about this ship into words xD Thank you so much for reviewing!

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Phil's Glimpse

Phil Coulson watched his little team from above on Christmas day. He was glad that it was him and not any of the others. He would have had a fanboy heart attack if Steve had died. Plus he was practically good itself. He wasn't sure if Bruce could die, but where would they be without the big green guy? He had done a lot in the war, even though he wasn't really there to see it. Although Stark was a pain in the ass, the billionaire had started to grow on him, and he knew that he had started to grow on the billionaire. Thor was the head warrior fighting against his own brother for the sake of peace and without him, it would be a huge blow.

And his little assassins... Where to begin with those two? He had been their handler for many years. He had seen their relationship bloom. He could still remember when Clint brought her to S.H.I.E.L.D., a lost cause. And yet the archer had managed to turn the woman around and make her a brilliant agent. It was when that happened, he knew there was something between them, no matter what they would do to try and deny it.

Natasha would sometimes pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about. Other times she would flat out deny it. A first, Clint would roll his eyes and laugh like it was a joke, but after a while, he would just shrug and change the subject. Clint had never told Coulson full out that he was in love with Natasha Romanoff, but he didn't deny it either.

Ever since Barton had been compromised, there was a change in Natasha. She cared about him more than she wanted to and she couldn't help it. She was falling for him and doing the opposite of what she wanted. Currently, the little misfit group of superheroes were almost done exchanging gifts.

"Nat, can I see you alone for a moment...?" Clint whispered to Natasha, not wanting to make much of a scene.

The Black Widow hesitated, but only for a moment. "Sure."

The two promptly slipped out of the room, leaving the others to murmur about what they were going to do. Clint absentmindedly took her hand and pulled her faster to their destination. She shifted her hand in his grasp, holding her breath as the archer led her up to the balcony. He let go of her hand and reached out to grab onto the railing, looking down onto New York below them. He was more comfortable perched above everyone else, Natasha knew that.

"Why did you bring me up here, Bar- Clint?" she corrected herself.

She usually only called him by his last name when there were other people around, or when she was mad at him. Come to think of it, she also called him Barton when she was joking with him. There was rarely a serious moment between the two when they weren't on a mission, and being on a mission they strictly called each other by their code names.

Clint turned to look at her, his face twisted in an almost painful expression. "I'm going to be really honest with you right now, Natasha. I'm not going to beat around the bush. I've done that for too long and it's barely gotten me anywhere. I love you, Natasha Romanoff. So much that it hurts. I don't care that love is for children. I want to be a child if that means I can be with you. I can't stand it anymore with these unclear messages. Please tell me how you feel."

Natasha froze. She was not expecting anything like that from Clint. She knew that he had always hinted at loving her, but telling her that he loved her so much that it hurt? It was something new for him. She began to feel a little light-headed and everything around her felt surreal.

"Love is for children," she said automatically, responding the way she had been doing for years.

"Then let's be children," Clint said, reaching forward to lightly grip her shoulders. "Things are different than they used to be. Wipe out all the memories from the Red Room. They're still controlling you, even if you don't realize it." It was his last attempt to get her to see reason.

And it worked.

Natasha let his words wash over her. She couldn't let the Red Room control her anymore. Those memories...she didn't need them. She didn't need to be programmed like a robot. He was so completely right. In that moment, she submitted to her feelings. And her feelings were telling her that she loved Clint Barton; her feelings were telling her to lean forward and kiss him. So she did. She was no novice when it came to kisses, but this was a whole new experience.

Since she had never loved someone, she had never kissed someone she loved. She found herself putting all of her raw emotion into the kiss, a burning warmth spreading through her chest, coming from her heart. And as Clint returned the kiss, she knew why he was so desperate to get her love. When their breaths could no longer be held, Clint slowly pulled away, opening his stormy gray eyes.

"I love you, Natasha."

The words formed a lump in her throat, but she pushed them up and out of her mouth. "I love you too, Clint."

He pulled her into an embrace holding her tightly to his chest. She was finally his.

Phil smiled as he watched the two. They had finally made it. Though the journey was rough and the road was rocky, they had gotten to the place they were destined to be. In each others arms. Maybe Phil was a little sappy when it came to romance, having never had a good relationship himself, but it made him content to see the two assassins the way they were. He could finally rest peacefully, knowing that everything was right with the world.

A/N: Not completely happy with the way I wrote Phil, but this was the first time I've ever written him. I made this chapter a little sappy, but it's really late here and I'm kinda...well you know how you get when it's late and you're trying to do something xD I want to thank all of my AMAZING reviewers for kicking my butt into gear and helping me keep writing this! I also want to thank you for favoriting/following and I also want to thank those of you who voted on my poll! I can't stress enough how awesome you guys are, and who knows, maybe our paths will cross again sometime? I hope you had as much fun as I did with this story and once again, I thank you, thank you, thank you! :)

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