A/N: WOO! I FINALLY MADE IT! And this week has been exhausting - I'm gonna need a break before I give you all anything more! But anyways, thank you guys SO SO SO MUCH for everything! I couldn't and wouldn't have done his without you! But before I do anything else, I have to give you all the answers to this week's puzzles in case you were stumped.

PUZZLE #1: His horse's name was Friday

PUZZLE #2: Beetle

PUZZLE #3: Your breath

PUZZLE #4: The letter M

PUZZLE #5: Your shadow

PUZZLE #6: You look in the mirror and see what you saw. You take the saw and cut the table in half. Two halves make a whole, and you jump through the hole to get out.

Again, thanks EVERYONE for participating and reviewing and everything! And now, without further ado, i present to you, your surprise, He Belongs to Natasha Romanoff!

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He Belongs to Natasha Romanoff

Agent Maria Hill enjoyed dealing with female recruits even less than male recruits. For one, women were much chattier, which made her ears throb. Also, they're smarter, which made them harder to trick. And, they expressed emotions like hatred, fury, and jealousy to a much greater extent than men did. This created problems at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

So Maria stood in front of a group of eight twenty-something-year-old women, some of them happy and peppy, some of them grumbling and irritated. Maria was in the latter category at the moment. She had to deal with a particularly stubborn group of male recruits this morning, and she was not in the mood for dealing with an bitter overload of estrogen.

"Hello," she greeted the group with a fairly normal voice. "You must be the new recruits. I'm Agent Hill, and I'll be your guide for today. Follow me, and I'll show you around base."

She lead the group into the elevator, descended a few levels, and emerged in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Like the men earlier, the women were completely awed at what they saw.

"This is the S.H.I.E.L.D. main base. It's where we do...well, basically everything."

The group meandered along, the women swiveling their heads to take it all in. Maria had to make extra sure they weren't passing by someone working on something secret; women tended to be more observant than men.

She thought things were going particularly well, until she heard excited whispering and gossip. She internally groaned. She knew they had caught sight of a certain agent up ahead of them.

As they got closer, the whispers increased in volume, and one of the women asked Maria, "Who is that?"

"That's Agent Clint Barton," she answered. "You might know him as the archer Hawkeye."

The women immediately became twice as excited. They sounded like a group of teenage girls spazzing about a stupid boy band.

"That's Clint Barton?" another one asked. "He is looking fine. A rugged, rustic look. I like it."

"I'd love to get my hands on that," another one said.

Maria suddenly stopped and turned to face the group of recruits. "Oh, don't even think about it, ladies," she warned. "Clint Barton belongs to Agent Natasha Romanoff."

The women immediately became puzzled. "Who?" one of them asked.

"Natasha Romanoff," Maria repeated. "You may know her better as the Black Widow."

The women's faces turned to scowling expressions. They'd all heard tales of the Black Widow, and Maria knew extreme cases of jealousy were bound to pop up right around here. She knew things could only go downhill from here.

"What do you mean, 'belongs to Natasha Romanoff'?" one of the women asked, her voice laced with malice.

"I mean, he belongs to Natasha Romanoff," Maria said. "They are together. You've never seen a pair of people more deeply in love."

The women began to bitterly mutter.

"Oh look, here comes Natasha," Maria said.

This part always gave her joy. Out walked the said agent, making a bee-line for her Hawk. She greeted with a deep kiss on the lips, plastering a sour look onto the agents' faces and making Maria smile. Clint grinned, then snaked a hand around Natasha's waist. Looking deep into her eyes, they strolled off into the direction away from the group of recruits.

Maria faced the other women, who all looked ready for a mass murder. "Let's continue on the tour." She began to walk, and she heard the group hesitantly follow. "Now, if you look to your right you will see the beginning of the medical wing, which is where anyone and everyone who makes a move on Clint is sent after Natasha gets a hold of them..."