Disclaimer: The usual. I own nothing and I make no money from this. I just get to kill those little plot bunnies :] (a little morbid I know)

Clint has a hundred bucks, and doesn't really know what to do with it:

As he was walking along he saw a young man, probably a father, carrying a young child on his hip next to a young woman. They were walking straight past his car.

He watched as they walked past and the child struggled to get down. When she finally escaped, the girl rushed over to the window and peered in.

Inside, Clint recognised the make-your-own-teddy bear stations. He knew they were expensive; he and Natasha had made one once, which Natasha kept hidden under her bed (Stark would never find out).

The child turned around and didn't seem to need to say any words.

"No," the father said sadly, "sorry darling. You know we can't afford things like that right now. But when Mommy gets that raise she's been asking for, I'm sure we'll be able to get you your very own teddy."

"But, you said that before." The young parents looked torn.

"I know sweetheart. I'm sorry. You'll get one eventually, just not now, OK?"

Clint was just walking past when the little girl turned and bumped into his leg.

"Oh, sorry darling," he said gently. "Are you OK?"

The girl, who had flinched back in surprise, nodded shyly. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that. I should have looked where I was going."

The father walked around Clint warily, and picked the girl up, "Sorry, sir. Tashi has a way of doing that." He smiled, and Clint smiled back. Tashi – cute. Better than Angelica.

"That's no problem. I have to go though, sorry. I'm in a rush." He held his hand out shake. "Clint," he supplied.


"I'm Ellie," the woman introduced herself. They shook hands, and as Clint was just letting go of Ellie's hand, something slipped out of his sleeve.

"Sorry, I've got to go."

He turned to leave, but expected the call back. "Clint!" he twisted and looked at the young family again. Jack had just bent down to pick something up. "Is this money yours?"

Clint didn't hesitate. "No, it couldn't be."

"Are you sure? I could have sworn it came out of your sleeve." Ellie replied.

Clint smiled lightly and walked back to the couple and the child. "May I see?" They handed the bill over without pausing. Clint made a show of inspecting it. "Don't be silly, I'm not that rich. It can't be mine." He looked up at Ellie, and then at Jack. He handed it back to Ellie, who seemed hesitant to take it. He grinned charmingly, "Come on, it must be yours."

He looked at the little girl – Tashi – and gasped, "Unless..."

"What?" Tashi's fringe covered her eyes and she blew it back. "What?"

"Maybe the teddy bears lost it? I think," he looked pointedly at Jack then Ellie, then back down to Tashi, "that you should return it to them." He smiled at the parents, and realisation flickered in Jack's eyes. Ellie gave a light smile, her eyes brightening.

"Can you do that for me, Tashi?"

The girl puffed her hair out of her face, "Of course!"

The archer grinned.

The child rushed inside, pulling along her mother.

Clint turned away, but heard, "Thank you."

"For what?" He smiled, and looked back. "It can't have been mine. I'm not that rich. I wish I was," he winked. He pulled his car keys (Tony's keys, really) out of his pocket and unlocked a sleek sports car.

"So I'm guessing that's not yours either, is it?"

Clint laughed, "No, this is just a friend's car."

Jack smiled, "He must be some friend then."

The archer paused. "Yeah. Him and this dysfunctional...team."

"Thanks again. I-I gotta run. The girls will be wondering where I am."

"Take care," Clint replied, and he slipped into the car, turning the engine on.

"What have you been up to?" Bruce intercepted the assassin on his way to the fridge.

Clint sidestepped and smiled, "Nothing much. Just one of those boring days where you finish telling the story by saying, 'And then I found twenty bucks.'"