The Daughter

3-Boarding

Chapter 3

Boarding (outfit in picture)

Clint's POV

It was 30 minutes after 8, we needed to get to the airport by 9:00. We were stuck in traffic. Nat sat on the left in the back of the cab while Valentine sat on the right. She looked about ready to fall asleep which makes me think about what they did yesterday. I knew if I had asked again Nat would most likely snap at me, so I didn't try to ask.

When we got to the airport no one said anything. We were just walking close enough to each other to make it look like we were a small family.

When we did board the plane, Valentine sat down in the window seat and was out like a light. I thought I saw Natasha smile at her but that wouldn't be anywhere near normal.

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Claire's POV

Dream/Flashback

"Claire!" Coulson called. I hopped out of the big spin chair and made my way in front of him.

"Yes Mr. Coulson?" My 5 year old self asked.

"Fury has decided that your parents can't know about you, so we're gonna train you instead." My bottom lip quivered and tears sprung out of my eyes.

"But-but you promised I would get to see them! you promised!" I whined.

"I'm sorry." He apologized and I began to sob.
"Claire, wake up," he said.

"Huh?" I questioned. It wasn't his voice anymore, it was someone else's.

"We're here."

End of Dream/Flashback

I woke up from my flashback with a slight gasp and tears on my face. I realized I was crying in my sleep and quickly wiped my tears. We were getting off of the plane, so I must have slept the whole way here.

"You alright?" Clint asked cautiously. I've learned to call them by their names so that I wouldn't slip up.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I gave a quick smile then got up. We exited the plane and as soon as we got off we went to baggage claim. When we did get our things, we had hailed a cab to take us to our new address. A few doors over would be the location of the targets house.

When the cab stopped we were at our home for the next 9 months. The mission is a little lengthy for my taste but speeding up the process only takes a little more effort.

We walked into the house and it was beautiful. Nothing like I've seen before, or most likely will never see as long as I'm working for SHIELD. I take all of my things up to a room and claim it mine. I unpack only a few things before getting ready for bed.

The room was a coral pink with nothing else. It was kinda dull and that bothered me a lot. There was a knock on my door and I stood up to open it.

"Yes?" I ask. Natasha was standing in front of me.

"You didn't eat on the plane, I was wondering if you were hungry." She said. I gave a slight smile at her concern.

"No, Im not hungry." I really wasn't but I'm sure I will be in the morning. She nodded and walked down the hall to where I'm assuming her room is. I closed the door and climbed into bed having a dream worse than the one I had on the plane.

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Natasha's POV

I sat in the chair next to the bedside table in Clint's and my room. He was hiding his bow and quiver in the closet where no one would find it if they tried snooping. All of a sudden a thought comes to mind. I knew for a fact that Clint didn't bother learning her first name so I decided to test something.

"Clint, If we had a daughter what would you name her?" I ask out of curiosity. He looks at me confused.

"Is there something I should know?..." When I realized what he meant my eyes widened.

"Oh- no! Clint, really?!" If I was pregnant he would have figured it out before now. It was probably impossible anyway...with what the red room did to me it would probably never happen. Not again. I sighed trying to compose myself. "I'm just curious."

"Well then...Claire, I guess." My heart races.

Claire's POV

Once again I wake up crying, but this time I was panting and sweating. I finally looked at my surroundings and it was dark. I just couldn't stop crying. I put my hands over my face. Not only did I want my parents to comfort me, I wanted to sit in one of their laps like a 5 year old and fall asleep.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face then decided I just needed a shower. This absolutely cannot become a habit if I want to stay on this mission. Bad dreams shouldn't get the best of me anyway.

After my shower I unintentionally took a nap in the chair beside my bed. I woke up only about two hours later. I got ready for the day and decided unpacking could wait, the sooner this mission was finished the sooner I got to demand my parents be told that I am their daughter. I went down the stairs and headed straight for the door. Before my hand could even touch the knob Clint had stopped me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, I turned to face him.

"About to go make some friends" I said in an obvious tone. He pointed to a seat at the table.

"Sit down" I furrowed my eyebrows at his command but did what was told anyway. He pushed a cup of orange juice and a plate with pancakes and bacon in front of me. It looked good, but I wasn't hungry.

"What do you want me to do with it?" I ask stupidly.

"Eat" he said in an obvious tone. I could tell we were gonna get along real nicely. Note the sarcasm.

"I'm not hungry," I stated.

"Yesterday you barely had breakfast, you didn't eat lunch, and you didn't eat dinner"

"Why were you watching me?" I asked.

"They don't call me Hawkeye for no reason." He winked. I didn't argue anymore and just ate the food. I took a few sips from the cup of orange juice until I felt satisfied. I placed my plate and cup in the sink and washed my hands before leaving the house. I wore a knitted cropped sweater and a black skater skirt with black stockings. I had on nice beige colored flats and a necklace along with a charm bracelet. It was the beginning of March but it was still a bit chilly. I walked down the sidewalk and walked up to the house whose address was familiar. I knocked on the door and waited until it was opened.

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