(I'm so sorry this took so long!)

Assassin Part One

young!reader

Clint and Natasha were walking around the crowded New York streets, minding their own business. On their days off, the pair just liked to hang out and talk about the farm, like best friends would. Today was starting out like no other, until the strangest thing happened.

"I'm telling you Nat, we really did think he was going to be a girl! And look, we still named the new kid after you!" Clint tried to reason. He knew Nat half grudges for the longest time, but he didn't expect her to hold a grudge about this.

"Clint, we shouldn't be yelling. We are out in public. And my name is not Nathaniel," the red-haired assassin replied cooly. She was completely calm, and drinking a coffee, while Clint was trying everything not to have a grudge held against him. As they were chatting, a little girl walked up to them, and tapped on Clint's leg. They two stopped their arguing and looked at the little girl that tapped his leg.

"Why hello there," Clint said kindly. He knelt down to the little girl's level and smiled at her, Nat following in suit. "Can we help you?" he asked her.

The little girl looked at the pair with her (e/c) eyes and pushed her (h/c) hair out of her face, which showed off a purple bruise on the side of her head. Then she started looking through her little backpack for something.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" Nat asked, appalled by the big, ugly bruise on the side of this sweet girl's face. She reached out to gently touch it, and look at it in closer detail. The girl finally pulled something out of her bag.

A fat stack of cash. It looked to be about 200 dollars in 10s and 20s. "I need a favor," the little girl said. Nat and Clint exchanged looks with each other, before looking back at the girl handing them the money.

"What do you need sweetie?" Nat asked her.

"I need you to kill my dad."

The two assassins looked at each other, eyes wide in horror. Why would a sweet, innocent looking girl like this one ask to kill her own father? The pair started putting the pieces together. "Why?" Clint finally asked.

"Because he hurts me and my little sister. When my mom and dad divorced, my mom took my sister, and I was left with my dad. I have no clue where they went. The government thinks they changed their names and have disappeared into hiding. So it's me and my alcoholic dad, who's a jerk," the little girl said. Clint and Nat looked at each other, shocked beyond belief.

"He gave you that, didn't he?" Nat asked, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists at her side. The little girl nodded, then held the money out to them.

"I stole this from my dad," she said.

"Hold on, we're going to talk for a second," Clint told the little girl. She nodded. "By the way," Clint continued, "What's your name?"

"(Y/N)" you responded.

"How old are you?" Nat asked this time.

"10," you responded.

The pair looked at each other once again, before starting a very hushed conversation. You stood there, fidgeting with the things in your hand, which was your drunk father's money you stole. He probably stole it from someone else, to be honest. The two were still talking, but neither raised their voice nor made gestures, so you were lost as to what they might be saying.

After about a couple minutes, Nat turned to you first, and you extended the money forwards again. Nat took it and then dropped it back into your backpack, then zipped it up and handed it back to you.

She took in a deep breath, before crouching back down to your eye level. "Okay, we are going to do this. This isn't what we usually do, but it's the right thing. We'll strike tonight. But, for your safety, you have to stay with us. You can hurry inside and grab the things you need, but then run straight back to us. Does that sound okay?" Nat asked you, making sure she wasn't sounding too demanding. You nodded, and Nat stood back up.

"Alright, to make this seem less conspicuous, I'm gonna give you a piggyback ride. Sound fun?" Clint asked. His inner father was popping out, and it made Nat smile. You nodded excitedly, before he crouched down and you jumped onto his back. Clint stood right back up, and you three were off. You all acted like a normal family, and you were smiling the most genuine smile that's ever touched your face. This is what a family should be like.

~~

That night, at around 9:20, the three of you had made it to your house. You quickly ran inside, hoping to God that your father was asleep an wouldn't beat you for being out all day, for leaving in the first place.

Your hopes were squashed like a bug as soon as you tried to hurry past the living room. He was still awake, but had clearly had about 4 bottles already. He had managed to grab you in a bear hug...well, not a hug in the way you would think. You screamed bloody murder, but he held tight. "Help!" you shrieked, but your father only squeezed tighter. You kicked your foot back and must've hit your target, because suddenly you were dropped to the floor, your father crouched over in pain.

"You...little...bitch..." he gasped out, the fumes of the alcohol suffocating you. So maybe more than 4 bottles. You took this time to your advantage and sprinted to your room. Prepared, you had a suitcase all packed up laying on your bed. Or, mattress with a crappy blanket. With the suitcase on the floor and ready to go, you threw it out the closest window you could find (which ended up being out in the hallway) and jumped out of it next.

Sprinting, you found Nat and Clint. You nodded, and Nat raised her gun and you heard it fire. Then Clint grabbed your suitcase and Nat picked you up and you ran back to the car Clint drove you guys in. Clint put your suitcase in the trunk then got into the driver's seat, while Nat and you sat in the backseat together. Nat sat on the right and you ended up laying across the whole row, your head in her lap. As the three of you drove away, you fell asleep to the sounds of the car engine, the city, Nat humming and stroking your hair, and Clint saying protective things like "We'll be there" and "No one will hurt you again". It felt like family.

~Time Skip 7 Years~

After Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton saved you from your abusive father, who you've completely burned in your mind, they have been your new mom and dad. Clint taught you how to shoot with a bow and arrow, Nat taught you how to shoot a gun, and they both alternated on teaching you hand-to-hand combat. They even convinced Tony Stark to let you live in the Avengers tower and join the Avengers when you turn 18, which would be in a few months.

The pair had been also training you to be kind, compassionate, and accepting. They trained you to be one of the kindest assassins in the world, because the world needs more nice people.

"Nat! Could you help me with something?" you yelled out your bedroom door. "Oh shoot, FRIDAY I could've asked you. I'm just used to yelling."

"That's alright Ms. Romanoff," the AI responded.

Oh yeah, and Natasha Romanoff adopted you and made you (Y/N) Romanoff. Clint had his family, but Nat couldn't ever have one of her own. That's what made you choose Nat as your parent. She didn't want to go as far as 'Mom' yet, but you were still a family.

"Yes?" Nat said as she walked into your room.

"Zipper please," you said. She walked up behind you and helped zip your dress up the rest of the way. Tonight you were going undercover as a single millionaire looking for a guy to hook up with. Well, a specific HYDRA guy, that is. It wasn't an official mission, just something Nat thought would help ensure you getting on the team, as well as knocking out another high member of HYDRA society.

"Thanks. Do I look ready?" you asked her, spinning and showing off your midnight blue dress. It went to the floor, but had a long slit that stopped at your thigh. You had gorgeous matching Louis Bouton shoes to match, and then a dark blue eyeshadow. Nat wanted to make sure he would notice you.

Nat smiled at you. "Yes, darling you look perfect. Now, do you have your gun?"

Pulling it out of your thigh holster, you said, "Check."

"Extra knives?"

"Check."

"Profile memorized?"

"I could tell you his entire life story. Though I'd prefer not to."

"Then you're definitely ready," she finished. Nat pulled you into an embrace, before letting you go off and complete your mission.

~~

You arrived back home at the tower at around 11:48 pm. You looked spotless, and nobody would be able to tell that you went on a mission. Except for the fact that you're short a bullet in your gun. As you walked in, you gave a small nod and wave to the security. They returned the small gestures.

You went up the elevator and to the common room where Nat too you she'd wait for you. The rest of the team was supposed to be asleep and so you and Nat could discuss the details easier.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you walked out to the couch. "Success..." you started, before noticing Nat wasn't alone.

The entire team was there, as well as another middle-aged man. He had strikingly similar looks to your deceased father, who was buried six-feet under, so it definitely wasn't him.

"Uh, am I interrupting something?" you asked awkwardly. Nat walked over to you, anger written in her eyes. She wasn't one to show emotions on her face, but her eyes could betray her.

"This man here is your uncle. His name is Lucas. He wants to take custody of you. His lawyer is currently using the restroom, but will be here shortly," Nat said. Her tone was cold, and you knew why. She and Clint, as well as the rest of the team, have been raising you from a broken life for seven years. You only have about three months left before you were to turn 18, and be free from any custody.

"What? That's crazy! No way," you said as you and Nat made your way to the group. "I don't even know who the hell you are man, and I don't care if you're my uncle. If you anything related to my biological father, you are nuts," I told the strange man.

"He is related to you, (Y/N). We did a DNA test to make sure," Bruce said. When you looked at him, you saw a hint of green flashing through his eyes. When you were about to speak again, a man in his late 50s probably entered the room.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I assume this is (Y/N)? Hello, my name is Joshua Burbank," he said, holding out his hand. You ignored it and instead gave him a cold stare. You learned it from Natasha.

"I don't care. This is stupid and I refuse!" you yelled out.

"(Y/N)," Steve said warningly. "Be polite to the man."

"I don't care who he is or anything!" you snapped back, tears filling your eyes. "These men that I've never seen or heard of before are trying to take me from my family! Clint and Nat are my dad and mom and the rest of you guys are my aunts and uncles. This is my real family here. You can't just take me away, especially when I only have three more months until I'm 18. By then it won't even matter! And besides, why are you only popping up now? Seven years ago, nobody knew you existed. So don't come here and decide to take me from my life!" you screamed at the poor men, who looked at bit frightened at the glares you'd been giving them, and from your outburst.

"(Y/N) enough! We don't have a choice, he's your next family member," Steve said again.

"Shouldn't it be my choice? It's my goddamn life we're talking about!" you yelled at Steve this time. You turned back to your 'uncle' and stepped towards him slowly. "I hated my real father, and I never want to be around anyone like him again. 10 years of abuse from a man I've only ever seen drunk has emotionally and physically scarred me. These people helped me. Where the hell were you?" you questioned, your voice dangerously low.

"I'm sorry, miss, but the decision is final. The court date is tomorrow morning at 10:30 am," the lawyer man said. You had forgotten his name couldn't care less.

Tears now flowed freely down your cheeks, and you stood tall, backing away from the group towards the stairs, and bolted. You ignored the yells of everyone and ran up the small flight of stairs, taking you to your bedroom. As soon as you got to the door, you slammed it shut and collapsed on the ground. Back against the door, you cried you eyes out, ugly sobs tearing from your throat.

After a minute of sitting there, you managed to crawl to your bed three feet away from you, and climbed in it. You hurried yourself in your comforter and sobbed into your little pillow. It was the only thing you had of your mother. You remembered her being the nicest person, until you got older and your dad got more aggressive towards the rest of you. But that pillow meant a lot to you, and you used it as emotional support at the moment.

After another minute, you heard a very gentle knock at your door, before it opened slightly. "Sweetie, can we please come in?" Nat asked you, her voice gentle and soft like the day you went on your first date, or your first breakup, and even all the way back when you met her and Clint. You let out a little 'Mhm' and she and Clint both came in. They were now both in lounge wear, sweatpants and t-shirts.

"Aw honey," Clint said as he saw you tear streaked cheeks. "Can we hang for a bit?" he asked. You nodded and patted on both side of you. Nat went to the far side and climbed in next you, while Clint went to the side closest. The three of them snuggled together in the comforter, you were facing Nat because your back was to the door.

"I swear, I wanna shoot an arrow through both of them," Clint grumbled, making you chuckle a bit.

"No, please don't get up. I want to spend as much time as I can with you guys," you said. Your eyes started to water again, so you hurried your face into your pillow again. Clint and Nat snuggled closer to you. You felt like a family, but you've honestly always felt like a family with the team.

After a few moments of silence, you quietly spoke up. "I didn't mean to snap at Uncle Stevie. I was just upset and stressed," you said. You could barely feel Clint nod into your back and Nat mumbled a, "It's okay sweetie". You felt a bit better and then fell asleep with your REAL family.

~Next Morning~

When you woke up, it was to an urgent knocking at the door. Clint and Nat were still asleep next to you, and you shook Nat awake since you was facing her. "Nat," you mumbled sleepily. She woke up and also heard the knocking. She got up and went up to the door, and cautiously opened it. Steve was standing there, behind him was...

"Fury?" Nat asked. Clint was up as soon as Nat said that, and he joined Nat at the door. You stayed in bed, pretending to be asleep, but you listened to the conversation.

"There was a report this morning. The lawyer and (Y/N)'s uncle, good morning by the way eavesdropper." Dang it. "Were found dead last night in an alleyway. Now I would like to know how you two managed to-" Fury was cutoff.

"Wait hold up!" you said, jumping out of bed and attempting to fix your hair and dress that you apparently slept in. "They were here the entire night!" you yelled at Fury.

"Do you have any proof?" he asked me back.

Nat spoke this time. "There are cameras in here that run 24/7. We-"

You cut in. "Really?" Nat nodded. "Oh man there is going to be some weird shit on there," you continued. Nat whacked your arm and you looked at her defensively. "Hey!"

"Hill! Get me Stark so we can find the footage for proof."

A/N: Hey! I'm so freaking sorry that took me so long to update! I won't bore you with too many details, but I just had a little writers block, then ACT testing, then my keyboard broke, and I literally JUST got my new one. No joke, I paired up my new keyboard 2 minutes ago and lemme just tell ya, I LOVE IT.

Anyways, sorry it took forever, I'm probably going to update this Sunday as well because I have choir all-region try outs this Saturday and that lasts the whole morning, and then I've got homecoming that evening.

Bye Lovelies!!