Chapter 1: Hey sugar, lookin' for a Date?

A/N: Hey, I just thought this will make a good Clintasha fic, so please enjoy (:

Disclaimer: Do not own anything! All Pretty Woman rights go to Touchstone pictures, strictly entertainment purposes only. Also, Clint and Natasha belong to Marvel.


Phillip Stuckey was looking around at the guests from the party he was throwing for his business partner and friend, and he was nowhere to be found. "Hey have you've seen Clint Barton"? He asked some guests.

"Sorry, no we haven't".

He sighed, and went to greet some guests. "Hey, I'm Phillip Stuckey; I'm Clinton Barton's lawyer".

"Hey, Phillip, where's the guest of honor anyway"?

"Well, knowing him he's probably in a corner charming a very pretty lady. How are you"! He greeted more guests.


Clint Barton was inside not exactly charming pretty ladies. He was on the phone talking to his current girlfriend Jessica.

"I told my secretary to make the arrangements. Didn't she call you"?

"Yes, she did. I speak to your secretary more than I speak to you" she woman snapped.

Clint winced at the tone of her voice. "I see". He looked out the window overlooking at the mountains.

"I have a life too, Clint"!

He sighed. "This is a very important week for me. I need you here"

"But you never give me any notice; you just think I'm your beck and call"! She shouted.

"I do not believe that you are my beck and call" he calmly tried to explain.

"That's the way you make me feel….Maybe I should just move out"!

Clint silently cursed. "Fine if that's what you want"! he started to raise his voice.

"Fine, we will talk about it when you get back"!

"Now is as good a time as any"! Seriously he was done with Jessica; she never appreciated everything he did for her. Actually he was happy to let her go.

She scoffed "That's fine with me Clint, goodbye"!

Clint heard the dial tone. "Goodbye, Jessica" He hung up the phone. "All well that ends well" Clint thought.


Clint was walking down the stairs talking to a business guy. "Phil suggested that I …"

Clint rolled his eyes. "Phil is just my lawyer. How did the Morse stock open on the Nikkei"?

"I don't know" he shrugged

Clint puffed out in annoyance. He lifted up his suit to look at his watch. "Tokyo opened 90 minutes ago. You have to keep on top of it".

"Got it, sir"! He nodded

Clint was about to leave when 2 girls passes by "Hello, Mr. Barton" they both said flirtatiously.

"How you doing"? He politely responded. The last thing Clint needed was another relationship. He turned over to the guy. "I want this done as soon as possible. I gotta get to New York by Sunday". He said as he walked away.

Clint grabbed his coat, when he heard his name. He turned around. "Susan". He smiled and kissed her cheek. Susan was an old girlfriend he had. She was great person and happy he ran into her. "Hi".

"Hi, I was sorry to hear about Carter".

"Thanks… I heard you got married"?

She looked down at her ring. "Well…yeah, I couldn't wait for you forever".

"Hmm" He nodded "Susan tell me something…when you and I were dating, did you speak to my secretary more than you spoke to me"? What Jessica said bothered him. Was it because of his work that he has had failed relationships with great women?

She smiled "She was one of my bridesmaids".

He looked down. "Oh" He leaned in her to kiss her cheek. "You husband is a very lucky guy". He smiled and left.

Clint went outside to the Valet to get the car. When he couldn't he saw what he believed to be Stuckey's car. He approached the car. "Excuse me, where are you going"? Stuckey questioned to his friend. Clint turned around. "You got the keys to your car"?

"What's wrong with the limo"?

"Look, the limo is buried way back there and my driver can't get it out". He pointed to the dozens of car that were blocking the limo. "Please give me the keys".

Stuckey hesitantly gave him his keys "Look, Clint are you familiar with a stick shift" He saw Clint get into his car. "Just be ginger with it, it's a classic" He winced when Clint messed around with the gear shift and clutch when it made a screeching sound.

"I can do it" He sped down the road

"Clint, please give me a break"!

"I love this car" Clint exclaimed

"I love it too. You don't know where you're going. You're gonna get lost in the dark" He shouted when he saw Clint go up the hill. "Beverly Hills is down the hill"!

Clint sped up the hill, only to find a dead end. "Oh shit" He reversed and went back down the hill towards Hollywood Blvd.


Meanwhile in Hollywood…

Natasha turned around in her bed and groaned when she heard the annoying buzz of her alarm. She put the pillow over her head and shut it off. She lifted the pillow off and saw the clock read 9:00 p.m. Ugh, she sighed and got up. Time for work she thought.

Natasha got up and put her sexy black on cream curve-hugging dress that stopped mid thigh, revealing a lot of leg. He applied her mascara; she zipped up her black leather knee- high stiletto boots.

When she was ready she went out the door and down the stairs when she heard the owner asking people for the rent money. She sighed, it was the first on the month. She went back upstairs to her apartment that she shared with another hooker. She went to her secret stash. She pulled it out only to find $10 bucks? What? "Ugh, Kit"! She cursed out her roommate. Of course she would spend their money.

Natasha then decided to get put through the back, so she opened the window that was 4 stories up. She climbed down the landscape and pulled down the ladder. She went through the hole in the fence and went to go find her.

Natasha on her way, she saw a swarm of cops and the paramedics were there. She managed to sneak by the cops and saw a body being pulled out of the dumpster. She winced, it was a hooker. She didn't know her but still, it could've been her. She quickly made her way to the Blue Banana Club. She went inside and made her way to the bartender. "Hey Pops, have you've seen Kit"?

"Yes, she's upstairs in the poolroom" He motioned upwards.

She sighed. "Thanks" She went upstairs to find Kit of course looking like she has been high on something.

"Yo, Nat babe"! She stood up "This is Carlos and…"

Natasha held her hand up "I know who they are" She gritted through her teeth.

Carlos stood up. He looked at Natasha up and down "Hey, Nat baby, how are you"?

Natasha ignored him. "Kit, where is our money"?

Kit stumbled and tried to stand again "I needed a quick pick me up"!

"Drugs? You spent our money on drugs"! Natasha raised her voice.

"Hey, Nat it's okay Kit just only owes me $200 now".

"Another 200! Kit we need Rent Money"! She shouted over the music.

"Hey if you want to pay that off you can with me" He ran his eyes over her body. God she was a beauty. Carlos licked his lips.

Kit managed to stand up and shoved Carlos aside. "Okay, she is not for you"! Kit was very protective of Natasha. She would never let her get tangled with Carlos. "Come on Natasha" she grabbed her hand and led her downstairs.

"Kit, I can't believe you will blow off our money on drugs"

"Well it's my apartment" Kit mumbled

"Well, I have to live there too"!

"Hey, you came here I gave you money and a place to stay".

"And don't think I don't appreciate it… Look on the way over here I saw a hooker get pulled out of the dumpster". Natasha was still reeling on that.

"Oh it's was Skinny Marie, she was a crack head and Dominic tried to straighten her out for months"


Once outside both Kit and Natasha were ready to work when Kit saw another hooker on their spot. "Rachel this is our territory, you see the stars on the sidewalk, well, Natasha and me, we work Bob hope, we work the Ritz Brothers, we work Fred Astaire, all the way down to Ella Fitzgerald". She motioned towards them. "We got seniority, You better get off our corner".

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Forgive me, I was just taking a rest here" She nodded towards Natasha "Besides she's new"

"Yea, well I'm old…so go rest up by Monty Hall or Esther Wilson"

Natasha came behind Kit was corrected her. "Williams"

"Esther Williams where you belong" Kit shouted.

She scoffed "Back off, Kit. You're really becoming a grouch". She walked away.

Kit frowned and turned to Natasha "Am I really a grouch"?

"Yes…sometimes" she joked

"It's just I'm hungry…I'm going to go get something to eat".

"Hey girls"! a group of guys shouted

"Hey, yo baby"! Kit replied when she saw a group of guys, well cute guys in a car.

"How about a freebie? It's my birthday" The guys claimed.

"Ugh, dream on" she shouted as they drove by.

Natasha leaned on a pole, she took off her newsboy hat. "It's looking really slow tonight".

"Yea, well maybe we should get a pimp…Carlos really digs you".

'No, then he will run our lives and take our money". She straightened herself out and fixed her hair.

Kit sighed "Your right. We say who, we say when, we say how much".

Natasha nodded. "Do you think I look like Scarlett Johansson" She patted down the blond wig she was wearing.

"No! I love this look. It's very glamorous" Kit fixed her wig. Just then Kit heard some tires screech and saw an expensive looking car coming their way. "Oh, yo. Oh yo. Catch this". She squealed.

Natasha turned around. "Wait a minute that's a Lotus Esprit. It's a classic"! She said when the car stopped a few feet away from them.

"No that's rent" Kit turned to Natasha "You should go for him. You look hot tonight. Don't take less than $300. Call me when you're through. Take care of you".

"Take care of you" Natasha hugged Kit and made her way walking seductively, hips swaying toward the car. From the background she heard Kit cheer her on.

Clint was inside the car, stopping for a second to get a handle of the gear shift. "You can handle this. The first is here somewhere".

Natasha approached the car and leaned over the window. "Hey, sugar, you looking for a date"?

Clint looked over towards the woman. "No, Beverly Hills. Can you give me directions"?

"Sure for five bucks" she smiled.

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Ridiculous" he spat out.

"They price just went up to ten"

"You can't charge me for directions"!

"I can do anything I want to baby, I ain't lost" Natasha turned over so her backside was facing towards him.

Clint's eyes widen when he saw her ass. What a nice ass he thought. He shook his head and considered. "Alright. Okay. You win, I lose".

Natasha smiled and turned around when she saw Carlos and his crew. Damn. She got in quickly.

"Do you have change for a twenty"? Clint took the money out.

Natasha snatched the twenty from his hand. "For twenty I'll show you personal. I can show you where the stars live".

Clint snorted "I've already been to Stallone's" He mocked.

Natasha turned around and saw Carlos head her way. "Right. Down the street".

Carlos shouted from the distance "Hey, Nat didn't I tell you not to take dates tonight"!

Natasha looked nervous. "Let's go" she urged him

"Okay" He sped off down the street. "I guess this is not the greatest time to be a hooker". Clint casually wanted to make a conversation with her.

Natasha snapped her head towards him. "Hey, I use condoms always. I get checked out once a month at the free clinic. Not only am I better in the sack than an amateur, I am probably safer".

Clint smiled "I like that. That's very good. You should get that printed on your business card".

Natasha scoffed "If you making fun of me, I don't like it"

He laughed "No, I'm not. I'm not. I would never offend you. I'm sorry". Way to go Clint. He mentally kicked himself. He cleared his throat "What's you name"?

Natasha smiled flirtatiously. "What do you want it to be"?

He looked at her and gave her a saying look.

She rolled her eyes. "Natasha". My Name is Natasha".

Natasha he thought. Pretty name for a pretty girl. "Okay" he smiled.

"So what hotel are you staying at"?

"The Regent Beverly Wilshire".

"Down the block, right at the corner".

"Man this baby must corner like's it on rails" Natasha exclaimed.

"Excuse me"

"Doesn't it blow your mind, this is only four cylinders". She motioned toward the car.

"You know about cars. Where's that from"?

"Road and Track. Boys back home I grew up with were really in Mustangs, Corvettes, American heavy metal. They bought'em, fixed them up and I paid attention. So how is it you know little about cars"?

"My first car was a limousine"

Natasha looked at how Clint sturuggled with the shift. "Look your not shifting right. This is a standard H"

"A standard H? Like I know what that means". Natasha laughed.

"Have you ever driven a Lotus"? he looked over to Natasha.

"No"

"Well, your going to start right now" Clint pulled over the car to the side.

"Your joking" Natasha laughed.

"No, it's the only way I can get you off my coat".

Once they switched sides. Natasha got settled in and put on her seatbelt. "Okay, I'm going to show you what this car can really do. Are you ready"?

Clint Nodded. "Ok, let's go". Natasha sped off.

"You know these cars are built like race cars, the pedals are close together, so it makes a woman easier to drive it. Except me I'm a size 9". Natasha stuck her whole arm out towards Clint. "Did you know that you foot is as big from your elbow to your wrist".

Clint looked at her arm. "No, I didn't". He looked at her and smiled. She was very pretty. He caught himself staring too much. He wanted to know more about her, but of course he always asked a stupid question. "So, how much do you girls make these days". He winced.

Natasha didn't seem to mind. "$300".

"$300 for the night" he stated.

"No for an hour"

Clint eyes widen. "For an hour! You make 300 dollars an hour and you have a safety pin holding your boot up"?

"I know it's a lot but, they raised us our rent, so we needed to raise the fee as well".

Clint nodded. "Makes sense. But still pretty stiff"

Natasha reached over and cupped his cock. "No, but it's got potential" She smirked.

Clint just looked at her.

Natasha pulled her hand back.


Natasha made a right turn to get to her destination. The Regent Beverly Wilshire.

Natasha and Clint got out of the car, when the worker approached and helped him with his stuff. "You won't be needing the car anymore Mr. Barton".

"God I hope not" He chuckled.

Natasha made her way towards Clint. "So were here" she smiled.

Clint nodded. "Yes" he smiled at her. "So are you going to be alright"?

"Yea, I'm just going to grab a cab with my twenty bucks" she smiled.

"Go back to your office"

"Yes, my office" She proudly thought. Natasha awkwardly stood there to see if Clint will say something. But he didn't. "So see you" she said.

"Goodbye" Clint thought for a second.

Natasha lingered for a moment, but made her way to the bust stop.

Clint however stood and watched her. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "No cabs".?

Natasha looked at him. "No, I like the bus".

Clint made his way towards her. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he actually wanted too. "Um, I was thinking…did you say $300 for an hour"?

Natasha smiled "Yeah". She had a feeling where this was going. She knew he couldn't resist her charm.

"Yeah, if you don't have any prior engagement" he gulped nervously, he's never done this before. "Um, if you wouldn't mind accompanying me into the hotel"?

"You got it" Natasha smiled and hopped off the bench. "So what's your name"?

"Clint"

Natasha gasped "Clint? That's my favorite name in the whole world"! She joked.

"Haha, I'm sure it is" Clint smiled, this is going to be an interesting night…


A/N: So there it is, I hope you enjoy (: Sorry if I had any mistakes.