Ladies and gentleman, I would like to present you with the very last chapter of What happens in... I hope you've all enjoyed this story! I've had a blast writing it even though I took longer than I liked between chapters. I'll be starting the Blackhawk pregnancy story tomorrow or the day after, whenever my inspiration strikes. I still have to come up with a witty title. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter and leave me a review to know what you thought.

xoxo, Ninjanervana

"Don't you just love Budapest, Nat?" Clint whispered in her ear as they danced gracefully around the floor. 'I might start to like these undercover missions,' he thought as he held Natasha a little closer. He was still unused to being so dressed up, wearing a tuxedo instead of his regular uniform, and he felt naked without his bow strapped to his back, but he had to admit Natasha looked absolutely gorgeous in her floor length white gown.

"Better than last time," she chuckled, her eyes locked on their target. "The last time we were here we were in a massive shootout, we didn't like each other and you nearly killed me with your arrows."

"I did not nearly kill you," he scoffed, twirling her around.

"You fired two arrows that were mere inches from my head."

"I never miss, Nat. You should know that by now."

"Well, I didn't know it back then. Hell I didn't even like you back then," she replied. "For all I know it could have just been an elaborate way for SHIELD to kill me off."

"And yet here you are six years later, still alive and well," he said, smirking.

"With the world's most annoying partner known to man," she added, giving him an overly sweet smile. "Target's on the move."

"Meet you around back?" Clint asked as he led them off of the dance floor. "Just don't start a shootout again."

"I don't start them, only finish them," she answered, following after their target.

Clint quickly made it to the back of the building, cursing as he saw a number of bodyguards blocking the door. 'Well shit,' he thought, looking at his watch. He had 90 seconds before Natasha walked out of that door and into the waiting arms of six other men who were not him. All she had to do was get in, tranquilize the target and get out; SHIELD would handle the rest. 'Guess I'm the cause of the shootout this time.' "Hey fellas, do any of you have a lighter?" he asked, approaching them calmly.

"No," one of the guards replied. "No one's allowed back here; go back to the front."

"Aw come on, be a pal," Clint said, smirking.

"I said no one's-" The guard's words were cut off as Clint smashed his fist into the man's windpipe, turning his words into a gasp of pain. The other guards moved quickly to grab onto Clint, leading to a hand to hand free for all fight.

"Barton!" Natasha shouted irritably as the back door swung open. The momentary distraction allowed Clint to knock out another of the guards. Natasha quickly jumped into the fray, her back pressed against Clint's as they fought their opponents.

"Hey Tasha," Clint said as he dodged another punch.

"What Hawkeye?" she replied, still a little annoyed for getting them into a fight. If she got a drop of blood on her dress, he was gonna buy her a new one.

"Marry me?"

"What?" Natasha asked in surprise, barely able to catch the fist coming toward her face in time.

"Marry me. I want you to marry me. I have a ring and everything, but my hands are kinda full right now," he said, grabbing the arms of one of the guards and kicking him in the stomach to prove his point.

"Barton, I don't think now is the right time-"

"It's the perfect time for us; when aren't we fighting off someone?" he questioned. As the last guard collapsed to the ground, he turned toward her, taking her hands in his. "Marry me. Tonight, let's go get married. I've got a tux, you've got a white dress. I love you and you love me-"

"Love is for children," she said reflexively.

"Then come be a child with me, Natasha Romanoff." He pulled a simple silver ring out of his pocket, getting down onto his knee. "Marry me, Tasha."

Natasha looked down at the face of the man she loved, although she was hesitant to admit it. Was she really going to marry him, run off to a chapel and become Mrs. Barton? She never thought she would be put in this position, that she would have someone that she would actually consider marrying. What reason did she have to refuse him? She loved him even if she never really said it, there was no one else she wanted to be with, no one else she would love. Sure SHIELD wouldn't be happy about it, but she could care less about what they wanted; she and Clint could always leave if they wanted.

"Yes," she said quietly.

Clint's eyes widened at her word, his heart skipping a beat. "Yes? You said yes?"

"I said yes, Barton, don't make me regret it," she said, smirking.

Clint got to his feet, taking Natasha's face in his hands and kissing her. "You won't regret it, I promise," he said, taking his hands and leading her out of the alleyway. "Come on, I know where we can go."

"You've got this all planned out?" she asked, laughing.

"Of course, I don't want you changing your mind on me," he teased, winking at her. "I've got everything planned out."

"I can't believe you bribed a priest to perform a marriage in the middle of the night," Natasha whispered to Clint in the empty church.

"I can't believe they had a veil on hand for you," he chuckled. He kissed her cheek quickly before heading for the door that led into the main part of the church. "I'll see you in a minute; I'll be the one in the awesome tux," he said, adjusting his jacket before walking out.

Natasha rolled her eyes before checking her reflection in the mirror. She took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. As the door creaked open behind her, she drew her gun, spinning around.

"Need someone to walk you down the aisle?" asked Phil, smiling at her from the doorway. "Did you and Barton really think you two could get married without me finding out?"

"We hoped to at least be done with the ceremony before you busted us," she admitted.

He turned around as the wedding march started playing, offering her his arm. "Come on, that's our cue."

Natasha put on her veil, adjusting it before accepting Phil's arm and allowing him to lead her from the room. As they made their way down the aisle, she couldn't tell if Clint's widened eyes were because of the sight of her in the veil or her being walked down the aisle by Phil. Phil placed her hand in Clint's before taking his seat in the front pew.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and woman in holy matrimony," the priest said in broken English. "If there is anyone who has reason for why these two should not be joined, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Natasha and Clint both glanced at Phil, laughing as he rolled his eyes and waved them off. "May I have the rings?" the priest asked, holding out his hand. Clint pulled the two silver bands from his pocket, handing his ring over while holding onto Natasha's.

"Repeat after me, with this ring, I thee wed."

"With this ring, I thee wed," Clint said, a broad smile stretching across his face as he slid the ring onto her finger.

The priest handed Natasha the other ring, instructing her to repeat the same thing. "With this ring, I thee wed," she said, her green eyes sparkling with happiness.

"What God has joined, no man shall separate. I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." Clint's immense smile grew as he lifted her veil, pulling her body against his and dipping her as he kissed her.

"I love you," he whispered against her lips.

"I love you too," she replied, too focused on Clint to notice Phil with his phone in hand. "I love you too."

And that brings our story to an end! I hope you all enjoyed seeing Clint and Natasha's relationship through my eyes. Leave a review and I'll see you guys in my next story!