Dancing Alone

"Is this high risk?" Clint asked Fury on the monitor.

"No you two should be fine," Fury informed him. "It's on your leisure the informant is usually there from five to twelve, you'll have plenty of time. Keep your cover," Fury instructed before logging off. Clint shut the laptop and went into his room. He put his uniform on and went to ask Natasha to put something nice on to talk to the guy.

Their cover story this time was a little disgusting in his opinion but it was to help them relate to the target. Siblings who may be a little more than friendly, it was nasty but the target had an unnatural obsession with his own sister. Clint was just happy that the apartment they were in was large. He also enjoyed that it was the top one so he had a good view. He walked towards Nat's room prepared to tell her of the pending mission. He paused in the doorway when he heard music coming from Natasha's room. He peaked inside and saw her moving across the large area of her room. She was twirling and spinning to the low beat that flowed throughout the room.

Clint smiled admiringly as he watched her let loose. He suddenly noticed she was wearing one of his large black nightshirts. He smiled fondly as he watched her dance around. He suddenly had the urge to join her. He walked from the shadows and snatched up one of her hands and grabbed her waist as well. She squeaked a little and her movements turned ridged and restricted.

"What are you doing in my room?" she asked.

"We have a mission," he said nudging her foot with his.

"Well then say that don't just come in here uninvited," she blushed a bit.

"But if I had knocked I would have missed the dance," he smiled down at her.

"It was a private dance," she retorted trying to keep her feet from trampling his. She had never been much of a dancer.

"Why you looked like you were having fun, it was nice to see."

"No one is supposed to see that side of me," she kept her eyes trained on their feet trying to prevent missteps.

"Well I see a lot of sides of you that no one is supposed to see," Clint said putting a finger under her chin and tilting her head up.

"You're going to regret that," she muttered staring up into his eyes.

"I don't think I will," he whispered leaning towards her.

She winced a bit as she felt her foot crush his. He chuckled a bit, their dancing coming to a stop. Her cheeks flared red, he was laughing at her!

"Why are you laughing!" she demanded.

His eyes were still closed as he continued to laugh, "Because the great assassin Natasha Romanoff has two left feet."

"Forget you," she snarled pushing him away and going into her closet for her mission clothes.

"No Tash come back," he said between bouts of laughter.

She walked back out in a short light blue dress and silver heels. "Come zip this," she hissed.

He walked over his laughter having been stopping in his throat when she appeared looking amazing like usual. He delicately took the zipper in his finger and pulled it up causing the fabric to go closer to her skin. He took her hand when he had zipped it all the way, he spun her to face him and she glared up at him. She opened her mouth to speak and in a moment of slackened control he kissed the beautiful woman who knew him better than anyone else. She gasped in surprise but quickly kissed him back. His strong arm grasped her waist and pulled her closer for half a second before releasing her and rushing from the apartment.

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AN: One-shot. Please review! The icon pic for this story was my inspiration.