Disclaimer: I don't own Hawkeye or The Avengers.


Chapter One: Taken

Clint was in the kitchen of his apartment with Kate Bishop when the sound of the doorbell disrupted their antics. "Aw man! I was just about to take the fourth try out of the oven!"

Kate stood up from her perch at the table. "I'll get it. You keep on cookin."

Clint laughed. "You can't answer my door like that. You're covered in sauce!"

Kate pulled open the door, her giggles stopped in her throat when she saw who it was. "Ms. Romanoff," she said, surprised.

"Ms. Bishop," Natasha observed, a little coolly.

Kate backed away, ducking back into the kitchen.

"Nat!" Clint said happily, walking over to her and planting a floury kiss on her cheek. "Hey."

"Gross," she said.

He handed her a napkin. "Yeah, you're right. This batch came out even worse."

"The dog likes it!" Kate called out with a grin.

"What is this?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow. "And you have a dog? When did you get a dog?"

"What? We're making pizza." He looked over his shoulder. "Hey, Katie-cat! Turn off the oven. I think that one's ready for the pepperoni. And don't feed it all to Lucky this time." He turned back to her. "And I didn't get a dog. He found me. Sorta."

Natasha nodded slowly. "I meant what's she doing here? Is this a thing, this… this… what is this?"

Clint grinned. "I don't know. She hangs out here sometimes. It's cool. She helps me out with some stuff, and I show her things."

"Oh really?"

Clint shook his head. "It's not like that. Strictly business."

"Except for the pizza making," Natasha pointed out.

Clint nodded. "Except for the pizza making."

"So, what brings you by?" He asked, turning back to Natasha. "This isn't exactly in your neighborhood."

"I need you to sign these. It's a transcript from our last Secret Avengers mission. I've got to get it to Steve by lunch."

"Alright. I gotta wash my hands first though."

Natasha followed him into the kitchen.

"Hey, this one's really good!" Kate shouted happily. "Do you want a slice, Natasha?"

"No, thank you," she replied without smiling.

She leaned in close to Clint. "Sorry. I didn't realize I was interrupting."

"You're not."

"But you have company."

"It's just Kate," he said, flinging the water from his fingers at her. "What, are you jealous or something?"

"Ha! You wish," she smirked, tossing her long red curls over her shoulder. "I'm way more likely to want to get with her than you."

"Mmm… can you say that again? I want to get that permanently embedded in my brain."

Natasha swatted his shoulder with her hand. "Can you sign those papers, please? I have to get back to work, you know."

"Fine." He grabbed a pen out of a drawer and scrawled his name sloppily across the dotted line.

"Aren't you going to read it?"

"What for? You wrote it didn't you?"


"So? You were there too. I know you know what happened."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'll skim it." He grabbed the papers from her. "There. Looks good."

She smiled. "Thanks, boss."

"Don't call me that." He said.

"Well, there are a lot of other things I could call you, but since you're now our team leader, 'boss' seems like the most appropriate," she said with a wink.

Clint shook his head. "Are you still off tomorrow?"


"Cool. I'm getting a furniture delivery later on. Can you come by after work and help me move things? You've got a better eye for decorating than I do."

She raised her eyebrows. "You bought furniture?"

He shrugged. "Well, I figured since I own the building and all, I'd better get some stuff since it looks like I'll be here kinda permanently."

She nodded. "Yeah, I'll come over later."

He smiled. "Thanks. See ya later."

"Later, boss," she called over her shoulder before letting herself out.

He walked over to the table and slumped down across from Kate, who had a big grin on her face. "What?" He said, through a mouthful of pizza.

"She is so out of your league, you know that, right?"

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

Kate laughed. "Come on. You are so taken with her it's not even funny."

"Am not! And 'taken?' Who says 'taken' anymore? What are you, like forty?"

"Are too! You so want her! Like she would ever date you…."

"For your information, miss Katie, we actually did date," Clint said, triumphantly reaching for another slice.

"Yeah, like ten years ago."

"It was more than that," he muttered under his breath.

"Whatever," Kate said, waving her hand. "Are too."

"Am not!"