Teen Avengers

Chapter 3 - Black Widow

"Natasha? Are you ok?" Hawk eye asked.
I fell down to the ground. I looked down at my leg. Blood slowly coming out. Some one had shot me.
"Ya I'm fine," I yelled back. I tried to get up but as soon as I put wait on my leg a sharp bolt of pain ran up my spine. I fell again.
"Natasha your injured your not fine!" Hawk eye said runnier to my side trying to pick me up cradle style. I immediately pushed away.
"I can take care of my self!" I yelled at him. He let go.
"Fine, then lets see you stand up." He said smirking.
I did as he said, I stood up. I was able to push throw the pain for a few seconds. The pain was to much I fell right on top of hawk guy. Luckily he caught me.
He pulled me up. I fought back. I was black widow for goodness sake! I'm a master assassin, I can take care of my self? I fought as hard as I could, but the more I fought the tighter his grip got. Finally I got out of his grasp. I span the other way I put to much pressure on my shot leg and I fell. Hawk eye grabbed my arm and spun me back up. His hands landed around me wast. I lifted my head and met his gaze. We starred into each others eyes. I found my self inching my face closer to his and his coming to mine. Our lips touched. No sooner than our lips touched then we heard gun shots coming from behind us.
We forgot about our mission! I tried to run and fell right on my face. Hawk eye lifted me up cradle style and started to run. I could my face getting bright red.
That's how it started, I always had a small crush on him but would never admitted it. A week after the mission, hawk guy came up to me with an arrow necklace and asked me if I would go out with him. I wanted to say no but the girl inside of me took over. I took the necklace and said yes. A year or too later we got married and a year after that we had a child.
His name is Nathan he has brown hair and his dads eyes. Unlike the rest of the avengers we didn't keep him separated. He didn't go to school we home schooled and trained him in combat. We wanted to be the best fighter he could be. The only thing he did out side of training and home schooling was his acting and archery lessons. We had to do acting lessons because we knew if he was going to be a spy he would be intarigated, and would half to act his way out. His father said we either have some one teach him archery or we send him to a circus for a few years and there was no way I was letting that happen. He was already really good at what he was doing but he had a few holes we need to take care of. All together he will be a great spy one day.