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I remember when Hawkeye was brought into S.H.I.E.L.D. A scared, hurt, untrusting (and with good reason) deaf young man barely more than a boy. Watching him fight tooth and nail to overcome his disability, distrust, (severe) lack of education, and past as both a thief and assassin to become one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had.
I remember Clint (and when did it become Clint instead of agent Barton?) asking me out on a date, then a second, third, fourth, and fifth. I remember him asking me to marry him. Of the quiet wedding officiated by Fury and witnessed by Phil and Natasha. Of the devastation we both experienced finding out I couldn't have children.
And I will never forget the look on Stark's face when he found out just hours ago that we not only were married but are celebrating our third anniversary today. And of the loving, awe struck look on your face as you thanked me for being your wife and making you the happiest man alive.