She was only a five-year-old, sure. But Clint was adamant that she learn how to use weapons to protect herself, especially if she was going to have him as a father. So that was why he was sitting in one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s training rooms with Kathryn, showing her how to hold a gun.

"Don't put your finger on the trigger until you're ready to shoot, alright?"

"Daddy, it's heavy."

"I know sweetheart. I'll get you something lighter next time."

"Next time? I can't believe you even considered a first time!"

Clint turned around at the sound of Fury's voice. The man was standing in the doorway to the shooting range with an unimpressed look on his face. Clint shrugged.

"She needs to learn how to protect herself. I can't always be around."

Fury sighed and rubbed the right side of his face, "That does not mean she should be taught how to use a firearm."

"Why not?"

"Daddy! Watch me!"

Clint spun around in time to see Kathryn fire an arrow. She had her feet planted either side of the arrow tip on the inside the bow. She had notched the arrow and laid down to draw the string back. She let go as soon as Clint had his eyes on her. The arrow flew, and the bow flew off of Kathryn's feet from the force. Clint snatched up the bow and set it out of his little girl's reach.

"Kathryn! I told you not to touch that."

"But, Daddy-"

"No! I told you not to touch it, so don't touch it again. Understand?"

Kathryn looked at her feet, "Yes, Daddy." She grinned at him and pointed down the range. "But look!"

Both Clint and Fury looked down range, and were shocked at what they saw. The arrow had not only hit one of the targets, it was just above the center circle. Clint looked between the target and his grinning daughter before letting out a bark of triumphant laughter and scooping her up into his arms. He kissed her cheek.

"I guess I was teaching you the wrong thing, huh? You like using a bow like Daddy?"

"Daddy's bow is really cool!"

Fury just sighed and left the room. If Clint was going to teach his daughter how to use a bow, then so be it. But he wasn't going to stick around to watch Clint get shot in the ass. No, he'd watch from the security cameras with Agents Coulson and Hill. He'd make sure they had popcorn.