Ok! So this is (hopefully) going to be the start of a series! I know it's short, but I have an idea to continue this with Clint teaching Natasha how to drive random things (bikes, motorcycles, cars, jets, and something else) I figured after the reviews my last two stories received asking for sequels, I could do something with this..Anyway. Let me know if you have any requests at all! It could be with just the two of them or get the rest of the Avengers involved!
DISCLAIMER: Because if I owned this, I would be writing fanfiction about it..
Clint Barton can drive.
Not always well, and not always obeying the law, but he has been able to drive anything with wheels or wings since he was about five when he went and stayed at his grandparents' farm for a few months during the summer.
Natasha Romanoff on the other hand, did not have that luxury.
It was about two months into their partnership when Clint first uncovered this bit of knowledge over breakfast in Coulson's office. The superior officer had stepped out for a few minutes to talk to Fury, and Clint took advantage of the opportunity to go through Coulson's most recent case reports to see what other agents were bringing to the table.
When he got to the case of a bicycle chase through city in India, Clint howled with laughter to the point at which Natasha finally asked what was going on.
"What do you mean you've never ridden a bike!" Natasha looked up from her newspaper, not amused at his outburst.
"I mean what I say, Agent Barton."
"That's not true you're a trained liar," Clint took a bite of his apple as Natasha rolled her eyes. "Now, seriously, Tash." Her eyes flashed as Clint used her new nickname. "Can you, or can you not, ride a bicycle?"
"I don't see how it's any of your business."
"You're my partner!" Clint replied. "I mean, it's my job to know stuff like how your daddy didn't buy you a pink bike for your fifth-" Shit.
Natasha didn't react violently to his slip. Instead, she dropped the paper on Coulson's desk before making a very quick, yet graceful, exit through the door just as Coulson returned.
Clint didn't answer when Coulson asked what was wrong. Instead, he requested a use of a jet for the afternoon and left just as abruptly as his partner.
Coulson didn't have an answer for Fury when he stormed in later in the day asking who the hell Barton thought he was, parking a jet on the roof of a Wal-Mart in the middle of Omaha. However, when he saw Clint leading Natasha out on to the flight deck to a bright pink bike, complete with pom-poms in the handlebars and purple training wheels, Coulson decided to tell Fury it was personal.
When he saw Natasha's lip quirk up in the closest thing to a smile he'd seen since she arrived, Coulson just decided not to tell Fury anything at all.
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