An Angel and a God || T. Odinson

Breakfast With Clintasha

The next morning was somewhat eventful as she stumbled into the kitchen still wearing her pajamas and catching Clint and Natasha cuddling together fast asleep on the couch. She smiled at the cuteness then proceeded to the coffee pot.

It was only a few minutes later before the first person woke up, that being the Black Widow herself.

"Morning, Nattie," Maddie greeted, smiling.

"Morning, kid," she forced a smile as she stood up out of Clint's strangling limbs to stretch her own out.

"Sleep well?"

"You know what?" Natasha asked as she slowly made it over to the counter. "Not so much. There was a stranger sleeping in my and Clint's room."

Maddie poured Natasha a cup of coffee before handing it to her and wearing a pointed look. "Don't you mean my spare room?"

"Yeah," Natasha agreed with a simple shrug. "Mine and Clint's room."

"Okay, Nat," she sighed but also smiled.

"So who is he?" she asked, taking a sip of the bitterly rich black liquid.

"He is, uh..." Maddie started, not really sure how to start.

"Spill it, Madelyn Winchester, you can't lie to me anyway," Natasha reminded her.

"Fine," she gave up. "But first I have to tell and ask you something else."

"Which is?" the Russian assassin stared at her.

"What would you say if I told you I can see color now?" she gradually asked, punctuating every word and waiting for Natasha's answer which came slower than usual.

"I would say congratulations because that would mean you've found your soulmate, and... oh," she stopped short to stare wide-eyed at Maddie. "You can see colors?"

"I can," she nodded.

"So that means, he," Natasha pointed to the hallway, "that guy in my room is your-"

"He is," Maddie finished for her with a nervous smile.

Natasha blinked in shock. "Wow. I mean, wow! ...Wow."

"Yeah, I know."

She took a sip of her coffee, letting the news fully sink in. "Does Dean know?" she suddenly asked, "and Castiel?"

"Are you kidding?" Maddie stared at her in disbelief. "Of course they don't know and to be fair I only found out myself yesterday."

"So that's why you agreed to be his unneeded bodyguard," Clint spoke up from the couch making both girls' heads turn to him. He looked tired, his eyes barely opening as he squinted at them and groaned at the natural sunlight that shone through the living room blinds.

"Sorry," Maddie sweetly smiled.

"Coffee," he grunted, standing up and dragging himself towards the kitchen as he made grabby hands at her. "Apologies later."

Maddie turned around, pouring him an extra-strong cup of coffee before handing it to him and watching the caffeine vanish in the first thirty seconds.

"So," Clint said, looking more awake now. "What's the actual deal with him?"

"Name's Thor," Maddie started, "he's the God of Thunder in Norse Mythology and the hammer back at the base is supposed to by legend belong to him."

"But according to Norse mythology, isn't he supposed to be able to pick it up?" Natasha asked curiously, she and Clint sharing a bizarre look.

"Yeah," Maddie agreed. "But somehow this is a lesson his dad, Odin, wants to teach him. You know, power and responsibility, how to be a better king and ruler."