Maria, Aliya and Coulson were playing in the park. Natasha and Clint sat on a picnic blanket, just chilling. The sun was shining, the sky was a beautiful blue— it was a great day.

"Come play with us!" called little Aliya, only three years old. 

"We're good here," Clint called back. Natasha rested her head on Clint's shoulder and sighed.

"This is really nice," she said. 

Later, they were eating lunch as Aliya blew bubbles while Maria tried to feed her. They were talking and laughing and it was nice. The bubbles floated through the air, and they looked rainbow, as the reflected the colors of the light.

Natasha couldn't help but feel that she didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to see such pretty things, like bubbles wafting through the air. She didn't deserve to have friends to hang out with. She didn't deserve to have all this joy in her life. And she definitely didn't deserve the company of the person sitting beside her. 

She turned to him, and whispered: "I don't deserve this."

He looked at her and shook his head. "You're right, you deserve so much more."

She didn't deserve him. She could never deserve him.

Author's note: I seem to forget to post everyday, don't I? Well, anyway, this is yesterday's chapter.