your dad watching you fight alongside peter from the rooftop of a building making sure you stayed safe
"spiderboy!" you shouted over the sound of bullets rattling out of their respective guns.
"little help!"
"come on y/n, come on sweetheart"
"little bit caught up here reaper!" peter shouted over the coms.
"don't worry I can handle it myself"
the bullets crashed down around your body as you slowly rose from the ground.
the high frequency sound wave bracelets tony has fitted you with shattered the bullets that flew towards you. all you had to do was make sure your reflexes were fast enough to spot them, but of course they were. I mean you are the daughter of clint barton.
you sprinted towards the attackers and shattered their guns forcing them to face you hand to hand.
"they don't stand a chance"
clint sung quietly.
you threw punches left and right, roundhouse kicks were gifted and the signature black widow move that natasha taught you when you were 10.
a rogue attacker snuck up behind you and pointed her gun at your head.
clint raised his bow, ready to shot.
you spun around in no time and swiftly kicked the attacker in the side of the head, knocking her out cold.
"that's my girl"
clint lowered his bow