A/N: Hey my lovely readers, as you can see I have written another story, yay! :) And those who have read Pretty Woman, don't worry the epilogue will come out soon and yes I will write a sequel. I just need to get my thoughts together and plan everything out before I start writing. But in the meantime, I decided to write this, because I think it will be fun (: And I really hope you guys enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own anything! Including the music lyrics. that belongs to the band Dead or Alive.
Oh and if you want to listen to the song that Clint is singing to, it's called "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)" by Dead or Alive.
Clint Barton was ready to take the stage. He was a well-renowned wedding singer and was loved by many. How he became a wedding singer, you may ask. Well, it was just a temporary gig until his music career took off, but never soared as he thought it would. So here he was, standing in front of the stage ready to sing at the current wedding gig he was doing.
"All right, everybody, up and out of your chairs."! He said enthusiastically. "Come on, everybody out to the dance floor, no exceptions." He cheered as he saw the crowd clutter on to the dance floor. "I can feel the happiness in here, alright, let's go."
If I, I get you know your name
If I get to trace your private number, baby
All I know that to me you look like you're lots of fun
Open up those loving arms, I want some, want some
I set my sights on you, and no one else will do
And I get to have my way now, baby
Clint wanted to laugh when he saw a couple grinding against each other, but managed to keep his composure and continued.
All I know that you me you look you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch out here I come
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
Clint looked towards his left and his eyes widen. "Hey, someone put some pants on that kid." He chuckled as he saw a young boy about two year's old running around pants less and he had no underwear on too. He saw his bare butt wondering around the dance floor.
And I, I get to be your friend.
"Grandma Molly, I'm talking to you." Clint pointed towards the old lady sitting down and clapping along with the music, with a smile on her face.
And I, just like to move it just a little bit closer
All I know that you me you look you're lots of fun
Open up your loving arms
Watch out here I come
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
I want your love, I want you love.
"Uncle Marty." Clint cheered as he saw the older man dancing in the middle of the dance floor.
All I know that you me you look you're lots of fun
Open up those loving arms
Watch out here I come
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
You spin me right round, baby right round like a record baby
Right round, round, round.
Clint stuttered when he saw a man in about his late thirties taking off his clothes to the music, while dancing with Grandma Molly. Thank god the song was almost over, he thought.
You spin me round and round and round.
Clint finished with a high note. "Whoa, very nice, Yeah." He pointed towards all the people on the dance floor. "Thank you." He bowed as the crowd cheered for him. He pointed towards a woman that was in front of him. "Good job, lady you were shaking." He saw her basically twerking throughout the whole song.
Clint wiped the sweat off his forehead. Whoa, now that was the way to start a wedding. "Okay, now the best man is going to come up to say a few words, so give a round of applause to the groom's brother, David." He gestured for him to join him upstage.
David, drunk of out his mind, raced towards the stage and crashed in to Clint in the process, without spilling the drink in his hand.
Clint snorted and handed him the microphone.
David cleared his throat. "Well, when my brother, Harold, asked me to be the best man at his wedding I was like; 'Of course man, because you have always been there for me,"
Harold just smiled up at his brother.
"Like when I was in rehab and that time I couldn't find my car, because Harold has been always the dependable and I've always been the screwed up one, right dad."? David continued.
The dad just jokingly nodded.
"But news flash pop, Harold ain't so perfect…do you remember that time in Puerto Rico when we picked up those uh, well I guess they were prostitutes' but I don't remember paying." He laughed drunkenly.
Harold smile faltered and avoided the strong gaze coming from his wife.
Clint decided to step in and reached to grab the microphone, this was turning in to a disaster.
"I'm a person too dad, I'm a person too." He shouted at his father.
"You're a moron." He spat back.
David frowned, trying not to look hurt.
Clint awkwardly cleared his throat. "The best man, everybody." He lifted up his champagne glass. He sighed; he knew it was up to him to clean up this mess he created between the newlyweds. The way she was looking at her husband, it didn't seem it will last too long.
"Well, we've all done crazy things in our lives. I think we all know when we fall in love, the emptiness kind of drifts away, that's all I'm talking about." Clint said, but the new bride was still shaking her head in disgust.
"I've done crazy things in my life too, just when I met a special girl, a girl who I'm actually marrying next week." He heard the crowd mildly clapping. "Thank you, thank you, so all I'm saying is that when you're in love, just like you guys, the emptiness kind of drifts away because you find something to live for, which is each other. And the way I've seen you look into each other's eyes all day long, I can tell that you're you will be with other for the rest of your lives." Clint felt satisfied with himself, after making that speech.
The bride just smiled softly.
When he noticed that smile, he knew he did his job. "So cheers." Clint raised his glass.
"Cheers." Everyone else raised their glasses, along with the happy couple.
David heard Clint's speech, and had tears in his eyes. "That's a good wedding singer." He clapped and started to cry.
"Okay, now on behalf of Mr. and Mrs. Harold Veltri, you guys have a nice dinner and my partner is going to take over on lead vocals, so take it away." Clint hopped off the stage and walked over to the bar where his best friend, Steve Rogers was currently leaning on the counter clearly engrossed with someone.
"Hey, Steve, how come you're not out waiting with your limo, what's up."? He said once he reached him and grabbed the glass of water the bartender gave to him, nodding his head in thanks.
"That new waitress, that's what's up." Steve didn't bother to look at Clint; he was too busy looking at his new fixation.
Clint followed his gaze and saw a red head with a white blouse and a black skirt with black tights serving the guests with a smile on her face. He did have to admit, she was a very pretty attractive girl with a nice smile, but in his mind, nothing can compare to his beautiful fiancée.
"Boy is she in trouble. She's going to get it, and she doesn't even know it, and I'm going to give it to her." Steve was practically drooling at this point.
Clint smirked. "Take it easy man, who is she."? Clint has never seen her around before, Ridgeway was a small city and practically knew everyone there, but he can't recall seeing her before. I'm sure he would have remembered a pretty girl like her.
"She's Darcy Lewis's cousin. If she's half as easy as Darcy, then I will have this deal closed by the end of the week." Steve replied rather confident that he will bang the attractive red head in to his mattress within a week. I mean come on, who wouldn't sleep with him. He's six feet, blonde, blue-eyed hunk that every girl practically falling to their knees with just looking at them.
Clint winced when he saw her hit a guest on the head with her serving tray. Shaking his head, "Mm, I don't think that's going to happen." He admitted.
"Oh come on, it's her first day." Steve defended. "It always takes them at least three weeks to realize they shouldn't date anyone at work." He responded.
"And for some unknown reason you like to be that person that makes them realize it, right."? He asked.
"Yes, I do." Steve nodded, not taking his eyes off the beautiful red head.
"You want to be like the ultimate player, don't you."?
"Yes, I do."
"Well, you're on your way." He grinned as he walked away. He actually felt bad for the red headed girl; she seemed nice and sweet, but kind of clumsy. She didn't know what was coming her way, and in the form of Steve Rogers, I hope he doesn't mess with her mind, were his thoughts.
Natasha was struggling with the tray full of food as she wobbled her way through the tables full of guests. She passed by one of the tables when she felt someone squeeze her ass. Eyes widening, she immediately turned around and her jaw automatically dropped when she saw an old man in his early eighties, blowing kisses at her and giving her a thumbs up. Shaking her head, she made a bee line towards the kitchen.
"Hey, can I have more prime rib, please." Natasha set down the tray full of unwanted fish on the counter, landing with a clank.
"Always the prime rib, make them eat the fish." He spat at her with his French accent.
Natasha looked down at her tray, looking defeated.
"Hey Andre, can I have three prime rib." Darcy announced as she came in to the kitchen.
"Your wish is my command, madam." He replied with a smile.
Natasha moved her eyes from the tray to Darcy. "How come he's so nice to you."? She asked her.
Darcy sighed. "I let him look at my boobs at the Christmas party last year."
Natasha's eyes widen. Boy, did she have a crazy cousin or what?
"I know, not my finest half hour, but It's been a pleasant working environment ever since." She said with a sly smile.
Andre set the prime rib on Darcy's tray and gave Natasha a seductive smirk.
"No." She firmly said.
Andre just walked away defeated.
Darcy spoke up, "So, how's your first night going with us"? She only asked because she noticed that her cousin was feeling down about something
Natasha sighed. "It's just that being at this wedding is making me realize that James is never going to set a date and I've been wearing this ring for over two years now and I feel like an idiot. Also I feel stupid for moving out here to be closer to him." She confessed.
Darcy nodded in understanding, James can be a handful at times, ugh she disliked the guy. "I think you need a break." She patted her shoulder and led her out the back door. "Go ahead; I'll cover your tables."
Clint walked towards an underage boy, who had an alcoholic beverage in his hand and was clutching his stomach, looking rather green. He snatched the drink from his hand. Seriously, teenagers these days, he thought. "Are you going to throw up."?
"Yeah." The boy managed to get out.
Clint nodded. "Okay, come on." He grabbed him and dragged him towards the back.
"Okay, here we go, here we go." Clint shoved the door open and led the boy towards the dumpster where he proceeded to get sick, he rubbed his back when he noticed the red head that Steve was drooling over, sitting on the steps, just a mere two feet away from them. "Hey." He smiled at her.
Natasha led out a small smile. "Is he a friend of yours."?
"Me? No, no, I just couldn't let him do this in front of his parents." He continued to rub his back and made the mistake to look at him while he was throwing up a mass amount. "Oh, wow." He exclaimed.
"Well, I'm glad I got to see it." She said.
"Yeah." He laughed. "Okay are you done."? He asked the boy.
"Yep." He wiped his mouth.
"Okay, just remember to wait a few years to drink, and alcohol leads to smelly mess which equals to nobody likes you." He led the boy inside. Once he was safe he turned towards the girl. And noticed she also had a drink. "You drinking too."?
"No, it's Coca-Cola." She responded.
"Are you sure there's no rum in that soda." He grinned at her.
"Actually, I'm not a big drinker and if I was, I'd be puking in there more than that kid." She motioned towards the dumpster.
"Actually I think no one can puke more than that kid, I thought I saw a boot come out of him." He said seriously.
Natasha laughed. "You're the wedding singer." She stated.
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm Clint." He stuck out his hand towards her.
"I'm Natasha." She shook his hand. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm actually waitressing at your wedding next week."
"Cool." He noticed her ring. "That's a beautiful ring you have there, are you getting married too."? Wow, if she's engaged then Steve would be heartbroken, but then again, married has never stopped him before.
Natasha led her eyes wonder towards her ring. "Actually, I don't know how serious the guy that gave this to me is." She shrugged. "Right now I feel like I'm doomed to wander the planet alone forever."
Clint hated to admit but he caught himself staring at her too much, now that he was actually close enough to see her, from far away she was pretty, but from up close she was beyond gorgeous, like those Victoria secret type models you see in magazines. Now he understood why Steve was looking at her that way. "Oh no, kind of like the Incredible Hulk." He replied blandly while staring into her eyes this time. Oh shit, he shouldn't be staring at her that way; he was engaged to another woman and was getting married next week no less. He shook himself out of the trance he was in.
"Yea, only I'm not helping people." She said.
"No, that's not true I saw you in there and you were helping people, you were giving them fish and coffee and forks." Clint tried to cheer her up from the sad state she was in. "People can't eat without forks." He said.
Natasha started to smile. "And people can't drink without fish."
Clint smiled as well. "That's right. I think, whatever that means." He laughed.
Natasha laughed softly. "I don't know you lost me back at the Hulk."
"Hey." Clint feigned hurt. He was about to say something else when Steve popped his head out the door.
"Hey Clint, there looking for you." Steve said, but then he noticed who he was talking to and he couldn't focus anymore.
Clint nodded in disappointed, he actually was having a good time with her and wanted to stay there talking to her, but he had a job to do. "Okay." He started to walk towards the door, but before he left he turned to Natasha. "It was nice meeting you." He gave her a polite smile.
"It was nice meeting you too," She hesitated at first but asked. "When If I ever get married, I want you to sing at my wedding." She heard him sing, and he was fantastic, she would absolutely love for him to be there.
"Oh man, it's a deal." He smiled and shook her hand. "Okay, take care."
"Wait, Clint, before we leave I want to introduce myself."
Clint rolled his eyes. "Fine, make it quick." He hissed.
He smirked as he walked over to Natasha. "Hello, sweetheart I'm Steve, your future husband." He said with a cocky smile on his face. He kissed her hand lightly while winking at her.
Natasha smiled rather shy. She did have to admit he was cute and charming, despite being engaged. "Natasha" She said.
"Natasha." He repeated. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
Clint looked at Steve in annoyance. He walked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt. "Okay Romeo, let's get out of here." He didn't understand why but he didn't like him talking to her like that. She was different and although they were both engaged to other people, call him crazy, but he felt a connection between them. He didn't know if she did, but he in fact did feel something. But he pushed that feeling aside and made himself forget, he was getting married to the woman of his dreams.
"Hey" Steve protested as Clint dragged him away. "Bye, Natasha." He managed to get out before he closed the door.
Natasha just smiled. Steve was cute, but why couldn't see meet a sweet guy like Clint, instead of James. She sighed; maybe things will turn around soon.
A/N: So there you have it, I really hope you guys enjoyed and so much more to come. And I also repeat that the Pretty Woman epilogue will come out soon, as well as the sequel! Reviews are always appreciated! :D
