Crossbred (An Avengers and Percy Jackson Crossover)

Chapter 3 Getting Couplized (edited)

Yay! All I could say was; Yay! I changed Fury's mind and now I could get the couple together. Oh, and if you don't know who the couple is, then here, let me tell you. Agent Clinton Francis Barton and Agent Natasha Romanoff, the hawk and the spider, couple of the year. They're the top agents for S.H.E.I.L.D. They are Avengers, assassins, and my favorite people, my family.

Clint was like my big brother and Natasha was like my over-protective sister. I practiced my archery with Clint and my martial arts with Natasha. They loved each other, but Fury banned relationships and they always follow the rules. So they ignored the feeling they had for one another. But now I could hook them up! My dad was always teasing Legolas and Widow about it. Speaking of my dad, I should call him. What should I tell him? I'll tell him that... My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing. I picked it up and on the screen I saw my dad's face.

"Yellow?" I said answering the call.

"Where in the world are you?!?" My dad said. He sounded mad yet relived.

"S.H.I.E.L.D." I stated nonchalantly.

"I thought that told you that you had to be home!"

"Well, I was talking with Nick and Clintasha."

"Clintasha?" he asked.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm about to hook them up."

"No, you didn't tell me, and they won't get together. Trust me, I've tried. Fury banned it, and they always listen to orders."

"Well I forced Fury into changing it." I bet he could hear my smirk through the phone.

"I am afraid to ask... but how?"

"Easy. I used my Stark charm." I laughed then I heard Nat walk in.

"Got to go. Bye Dad! I'll call you later." I hung up before he could say anything else, and turned around.

"Hey Nat."

"You little...." She said with a threatening voice. She walked up to me looking mad, but surprised me when she picked me up hugging me.

"Thanks Arcee."

I hugged back and smiled.

"You're welcome Nat. I should probably go clue Mr. Barton in and stuff. So if you'll excuse me."

I walked off, smiling like a lunatic. I went to Clint's room and knocked. I waited for like a millisecond before the door swung open.

"Hello Clinty." I smiled.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" He asked, smirking at me.

"So? What's your point? I am still going to call you it Mr. Barton. You're my big bro, duh. Are you going to let me in or make me stand in the hall all night?" I said. He backed away from the door allowing me to walk in.

"I know something you don't know!" I teased.

"Honestly, you know a lot of things I don't know. You are Stark's daughter after all." He said like this conversation was common. Which it was, well at least this part.

"Good point. But I bet you don't understand what happened earlier. Do you?" I asked and jumped on to his bed.

"Nope don't care." He said and started cooking his food again.

"You will." I looked at my nails like a girly girl would. "You and Nat can get together."

He hesitated then said, "I don't have feeling for Nat."

"Don't lie. Everyone knows that you just asked her to dinner. Plus I think you two would like a pizza or something other than..." I pointed accusingly at the nasty food on his plate. "... That."