The Pacifier

Dogs and Black Widow

Throughout the rest of the week, I taught the Fireflies more Karate, taught Alex how to drive, helped Dimitri with his musical, with Steve's help we taught the two older kids how to better defend themselves and others, I learned the Panda Dance, and just spent time with the family. I realized how much I missed it; being a part of their lives.

On Saturday morning, I walked through the door with my hands full. "Clint!" I yelled walking into the kitchen and sat some of the stuff down.

I heard him run from his room down the stairs, and towards me. "What? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked looking me over and around the kitchen.

"Oh, yea, I'm great. I got something today and I'm keeping it." I told him hiding what I was holding behind the island.

The kids all ran downstairs and to us as well. "Oh, what's that?" he asked suspiciously.

I held up the eight-week old German Shepherd puppy. "We are keeping him, and I don't care what you say." I told him.

All the kids ran over to me and the puppy. "Aw, he's so cute. Dad, can we keep him? Please?" they all said at once.

"On one condition." He responded.

"What, Barton?"

"The kids have to help take care of him, and I get to name him." He said folding his arms across his chest.

I narrowed my eyes at him, and glanced at the kids. They all nodded when they saw me look at them. "Fine, but nothing stupid." I told him.

"Ok, how about?" he thought for a moment. "Lucky."

I looked down at my puppy, and then back at Clint. "Fine. Lucky, it is."

I sat him on the ground and started pulling out the stuff I bought for the puppy, so the kids could play with him. We sat around the rest of the weekend with the crew and tried to teach Lucky some tricks.

Today was Monday, around lunch time, and Clint met up with me and the boys. Half way through it the GPS system went off. I pulled it up seeing that it was Lulu, but it showed she was still at the school. "I got it. Watch the boys." I yelled at Clint, and dashed off.

I followed it all the way to a class room. I swung it open, and dove in. I came up from my roll with my Widow bite, in baton form, out. I look around to see Lulu standing at the front of her class room. "See, but she would usually break down the door." She told them.

I stood up straight, and slid my baton back into the sleeve on my back. "Lulu, what's going on?" I asked.

"Well today was show and tell, and I decide to bring you. You're the best Aunt in the world! I figured if I asked you would've told me no." she answered.

I sighed, and calmed my heart rate back down. "Ok, hold on let me tell your father what's going on because you scared us ." I replied and walked away to called Clint.

"Hey, yea, no everything is fine. It's show and tell today. I'm the show. Yep, okay. Bye." I said into the phone and hung up.

"Alright," I told her, and walked to her. "What do we do now?"

"So, this is my Auntie Nat. She's in the military. She is a Level 7 agent. She goes on missions, and saves people." She told the class.

I smiled slightly, "She's not wrong. I am Natasha Romanoff and I'm a O-7/O-8 General. I lead my own missions, rescues, and snatch-and-grabs. Um, some of the gear I use is actually what you've seen me carry today or around school. First is, the GPS, and bracelet. They are used to keep track on people under our protection. Second is this belt. It holds many different types of equipment. Some examples would be the GPS, a knife/swiss army knife. That's mostly used to get out of sticky situations, or to make something that is helpful. I also carry rope, and I carry a First Aid kit at all times. Thirdly, something I carry is a baton." I pulled it out.