I wrote this for the LJ be_compromised Promptathon prompt from sunny_serenity: "'next time, i get to seduce the rich guy.' Or how clint becomes the honey trap and is so successful with his sassy self it kind of makes natalia jealous of his talent. (bonus points if the whole team is involved). I'm kind of in love with this prompt. I think I'm going to turn it into a multi-chapter fic if there's a good response. Because this just turned out to be way too much fun!

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Coulson interrupted their sparring session to ask Barton and Romanoff to report to Fury's office in 15 minutes. Ever the obedient minions, they showed up to the Director's office at the exact time specified – still in workout clothes and not having showered. Surely they cleared the halls on their way there, and hopefully Coulson and Fury would think twice before interrupting their training time again. Well, probably not, but at least the message had been sent.

Sure it had. Coulson didn't even raise an eyebrow as the two of them walked in and sat down.

"We have a window of opportunity that we need to exploit immediately," Fury began without preamble. "Our target was just dumped and has a history of jumping into rebound relationships. The target is also known for sharing intel with those rebounds."

"Have the bad guys considered not telling this guy any secrets?" asked Barton, sitting somewhat slouched in his chair.

"I'm sure it's crossed their mind, Agent Barton," the Director's answer was dry personified. "But Abri's father dotes on her and he has enough power in the South African underworld to defend her. More importantly, to date her relationships have been with other bad guys."

Clint sat up straighter. "Her? It's a her?" A smile spread across his face. Clint loved it when Natasha's marks were female. The occasional twinges that the sniper felt (and worked very hard to deny existed) when Natasha came onto men made absolutely no appearance when his partner came on to a woman. While Natasha didn't hate it, Clint knew that the woman he loved preferred men, which left him free to enjoy the show. And, well...all those curves...all in the same place...

Natasha rolled her eyes at her partner's reaction.

"Yes, it is," replied Fury, and only people very, very good at reading difficult-to-read people would be able to tell that the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was holding back a smile. "But Agent Romanoff isn't the honey trap, Barton. You are."

The smile appeared on Natasha's face as fast as it left Clint's.

"What? Me—no—you don't—" Clint spluttered, clearly at a loss for words.

"Abri Van de Merwe likes a man's man, Agent Barton. She likes the rugged type – won't have anything to do with pretty boys."

"What, now I'm not pretty?" Clint's indignation proved the decisive factor – Fury couldn't hold back his smile any longer.

"Calm down. I'm sure she'll find you quite attractive," the Director allayed the archer's ego with a verbal eye roll.

Natasha let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a snort. Clint shot her a death glare; Natasha just smiled bigger.

"We have a few agents we would normally give this kind of assignment to," continued Fury, ignoring the byplay between his agents. "Men as proficient at seduction as Agent Romanoff. But our psychologists tell us that they're not Abri's type. You are." Fury's tone made it clear that the selection of Clint for this assignment was neither arbitrary nor up for debate.

"Let's not forget, Agent, that you also have the benefit of a partner who is the best in this field. I have confidence in her ability to help you successfully complete this assignment."

Clint, who never flinched at any mission ever, rubbed his hands over his face.

"She's 18?" he asked dejectedly. "Come on, Director. I'm gonna feel like a sleaze."

Fury was well-practiced at ignoring specious arguments from his employees.

"Abri's father is currently acting as the go-between for the heads of South Africa's two biggest drug traffickers. Word is that the two sides are trying to team up to corner the south Atlantic drug trade from Africa to the Americas. If these two organizations stop killing each other off long enough to talk civilly, there is every chance that they could do just that. We would expect the drug traffic to as much as double from the African continent. This cannot be allowed to happen. Agent Barton, you need to infiltrate Van de Merwe's camp, use Abri to find out the details of the summit, then you and Agent Romanoff need to ensure that it is a massive failure. Make sure these two groups spend the next several years taking each other out. Do not under any circumstances let them align themselves together. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," the agents said together, Clint slightly stunned, Natasha rather gleeful.

"Agents," Coulson said from behind them. It was the first time he had spoken since his agents had entered. "I have the rest of your mission brief here." He held up two file folders. "If you'll come with me." Their handler indicated the door.

Natasha couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. She couldn't believe how much she was looking forward to this. Probably about as much as Clint was not.

To be continued...