So I figured I would try to drag one of my favorite songs into my favorite ship. We will see how it goes. Drop a review and thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: All song rights belong to Chris Young. And I don't own the characters either :(

Tuxedo waiters, black tie,
white table clothes and red wine.
We've been planning this night,
looking forward to it for some time.

Clint held the door open for Natasha, flashing her one of his rare heart stopping smiles. She grinned back at him before stepping out of his flashy black sports car, ignoring the stares of the valet parking stuff. Clint tossed a young man his keys, giving him a stern look. "Not one scratch."

"Y-yes sir," he stammered, fumbling to catch the keys. Clint chuckled under his breath as Natasha laced her arm through his as they made their way towards the entrance to the restaurant. Natasha still wasn't sure how Clint had managed to talk her into this, but so far she was having fun. She had needed a distraction after their last mission and this proved to be working perfectly.

"How may I help you sir?" An older gentleman in a tuxedo greeted them with a smile.

"I have reservations for two."

"Under what name?"

"Barton."

"Ah, yes. , right this way," he grabbed a two menus before walking off. The couple followed him, ignoring the heads that turned their way; It wasn't everyday that your local superheros went out to dinner.

"Your tie is crooked," Natasha teased under her breath and Clint rolled his eyes before reaching up to straighten the simple black tie. It went together perfectly with the dark purple button down and black trousers.

"Your table," the man stopped beside a table for two. A white lacy table cloth covered the smooth wood, a bottle of red wine centered in the middle along with two long stemmed glasses. Clint seated Natasha before sitting across from her, a grin on his face. "Here are your menus. I will be back shortly," he said after opening the bottle and lightning the two candles that stood on the table.

Clint waited until he walked off to pour wine into the two glasses, handing one to Natasha. "Bout time I finally got you out of the house."

"Guess I ran out of excuses," she teased. Clint had been trying to get her to go out on a formal date with him for months now. She had always found an excuse, but she finally decided to give in- there was no use trying to deny her feeling any longer.

"I am glad," he chuckled, taking a sip of his wine. "If you really want to throw the kitchen staff for a loop you could order vodka," he teased in a light tone as she took a sip out of her glass.

"I think I can keep it civil for one night," she cracked a smile.

"Just one night?"

"Just one," she winked at him.

Now honey I know you love getting dressed up,
And you know I love showing you off.
But watching your baby blue eyes,
dancing in the candle light glow,
All I can think about is getting you home.

Clint's eyes roamed her face, a smile playing at his lips. He had definitely been surprised when she showed up at his door in the simple black dress- she had thought she had toned it down, but it did absolute wonders for her curves. Not that he would ever mention it, she wouldn't appreciate that. She loved dressing up, and she knew the effect she had on men, but she hated for anyone to mention it. Clint couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he watched the flicking flame that her eyes reflected. His mind began to wander and his thoughts turned to what the night could bring. If he could just get her back to his loft...

"What are you staring at, Barton?" She asked in a teasing tone, taking another sip from her glass.

"The dirt on your nose."

"Really?" Her hand flew to her nose and Clint couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Jerk."

"You know I can't help myself," he smiled.

"Apparently not. Maybe we should get you a bib when we order."

"Will you bottle feed me too?" He batted his eyelashes. Natasha smiled, shaking her head and ignoring his antics. It wasn't often she let the lighter carefree side of herself show. But when she was with Clint it showed whether she wanted it to or not- they had that effect on each other.

"Because I am going to ask a five star restaurant for a baby bottle."

"I don't see a problem with that."

"Clint," she rolled her eyes, reaching across the table to slap his arm before picking up her menu.

I don't need this menu, no I don't,
I already know just what I want.
Did I hear you right, did you tell me,
go pay the waiter and lets leave,

Clint ignored his own menu, watching her with a smile. He found himself doing that lately, just watching her. She had pulled him out of the black hole Loki had put him in, held him up when he needed support. The experience had brought them closer together and finally made them confess to themselves that they just might be able to make something work.

Natasha looked up to meet his eyes, a smile spreading across her face. She slowly sat the menu down, tilting her head to the side. "Tell you what...I'm really not all that hungry," she began, smirking as he latched onto every word. "Why don't we pay and get out of here? Go find some quiet place."

"Seriously?" Clint cocked an eyebrow, trying not to grin like an idiot.

"When am I not serious?" She countered.

"Whenever you are with me," he smiled.

"Point taken, but yes, I was serious."

"Fine with me," he tossed the menu back onto the table, flagging their waiter down. "I'd like a bill please."

Now honey I know by that look in your eyes,
And your hand drawing hearts on mine,
That our night out of the house,
Ain't gonna last too long,
When all you can think about is getting me home.

"Is everything alright sir?" A frown creased his forehead. Natasha had laced her hand through Clint's, her eyes dancing with amusement. She ran her thumb over his hand, sending shivers up his arm.

"Everything is perfectly fine," he flashed the waiter a dazzling smile.

"Alright. This way please." He led them to the front. He quickly swiped the card Clint handed him before giving him the receipt, then they were out of the restaurant.

"Poor guy, He is probably worrying he did something wrong."

"Don't worry, I'll write a fantastic review and mention him," Clint chuckled, flagging down the young man who stood nearby. "Ticket 356."

"One moment sir," he muttered something into his mic. A few moments later Clint's car rolled around the corner, the same young man from earlier behind the wheel.

"Good job kid," he handed him a fifty, the kids eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

"T-thanks mister!"

"Don't mention it," He chuckled before opening Natasha's door for her. She slid inside and he shut it, crossing the car to slide in. He smirked as the car seemed to purr as it rolled out of the parking lot.

"So where are we headed?" Natasha asked, smiling at him sweetly.

Walking through the front door,
seeing your black dress hit the floor,
uh honey there sure ain't nothing,
like you loving me all night long,
and all I can think about is getting you home

"Home."