Clint Barton had never been much for sentimentality. Sure, he had a soft spot for his family and the close-knit circle of people he trusted, but training the next generation of heroes? That was just the job. Or at least, that was what he kept telling himself.

When Wanda had asked him to train her child, he hadn't hesitated. He owed her, in more ways than one, and if anyone knew what it was like to be a kid with power and no direction, it was him. So, he took you under his wing-sharpened your reflexes, honed your instincts, and made sure you could handle herself in a fight without relying solely on your powers.

At first, it had been easy. Keep things professional, treat you like any other recruit. But somewhere along the way, things changed. It was in the way you looked at him when you landed a perfect shot, the way you challenged him without fear, the way you laughed like you had all the time in the world. And damn it, Clint started looking forward to your training sessions more than he should have.