Chapter 1: Married!?
Hey so this story is going to kick off at the end of Iron Man 2. But Tony doesn't know that Natasha is working for SHEILD, yet. His takes place a couple years before Avengers. What secrets will be reveled? Well I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. HEHEHEHEHE! My friends say I'm evil. Lol here it is! Hope you like it!
Natasha's POV:
"Tony, this is Agent Natasha Romanoff. She is tied for the number one assassin in the world. She's tied with her partner known as Clint Barton or otherwise known as Hawkeye." Fury stated.
"Wait I thought your name was Natalie Rushman?" Tony questioned.
"Good, that's what you were supposed to think. That means I did my job." I stated.
I heard familiar foo steps behind me and was greeted my partner and husband Clint Barton.
"Hey babe." He greeted as he snaked his arm around my waist. He smirked as he saw Tony's mouth drop.
So I'm guessing Phil told him about Tony's never ending flirting during this mission.
"Why did he just call you babe?" Tony asked in complete and utter shock. I laughed as Clint rolled his eyes.
"Well yes I just did. I think I own that right due to the fact that I'm her husband." Clint answered dryly with his genuine smirk that could always make me smile.
"Hus-husband?" Tony uttered. Clint took off his calm and controlled mask and looked somewhat pissed.
"Yeah, and if I find out that you flirt with my wife at all unless it is to save her god damn life under no other circumstances I swear on my life you will have an arrow between the eyes before you can even blink." Clint threated.
Yup he was pissed. "Clint, play nice. He didn't know. No need to be violent." I calmed and rubbed his abs. He then unhappily put his calm mask back on but not without one last glare.
"Well he does now." He said dryly. Oh great this should be fun. The only man on earth that I could fully open up to was having a cold war with my former 'employer'.
This should be so fun once we get home…if he could keep his cool till we got there.
"And Tony, this would be Agent Clint Barton." Fury awkwardly introduced.
"Nice to meet you, Agent Barton." Tony sarcastically greeted. Clint just scoffed and continued to silently glare.
"Успокойтесь, Бартон. Получите contrl о себе." (Calm down, Barton. Get control of yourself.) I calmed in Russian.
It wasn't out normal language of choice but in situations like this it calmed us because we both knew that the others couldn't understand us.
"Да, да, да я знаю. Вы готовы идти домой?" (Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. Are you ready to go home?)He asked ready to get the hell away from Tony.
Which based on his tone was probably a good idea… get then separated before it was too late.
When Clint got mad, he got really mad. And he was one of those people where there wasn't much you could do to calm him down.
I was just about the only thing that would calm him down. Which was a somewhat comforting thought, he only trusted me that much to calm down and be civilized.
I just nodded and turned back to Fury. "I'm going back with Clint. I need a vacation." I stated.
"Go home and relax, Romanoff. You deserve a break." Fury ordered. I nodded and turned to walk away with Clint.
Clint's POV:
Thank god that she decided to just go with what I said. I know he didn't know she was married but it still pissed me off!
Even if he had known would he have stopped flirting with her?…it would surprise me.
But he flirted with nearly every damn sexy women he laid his eyes on. And Nat was so much better than all those other fucking women! Or at least in his book, which would be a damn good book!
How dare label her with all of whom he at some point slept with. If he valued his life he better not has slept with her! And if he did I would kill him! "I'm not saying you did, but did you sleep with him?" I questioned distantly.
"Clint Francis Barton! You know better. You know I would never do that to you! And even if I did I would have a better taste than that I mean I married you didn't I?" she answered. "What on earth ever made you think that?" she asked.
"I don't know, I mean the way he looks at you. It's just me being fucking jealous." I stated ashamed that I even considered.
Of course she would never do that to me. What was I thinking? Oh yeah now I remember, he was fucking undressing her in his fucking mind!
We both got in my car and drove off. When we finally arrived back at our shitty little apartment it actually felt inviting. My wife was home and okay, and I hadn't seen her in 3 months.
All I wanted to do was have her in my arms. She use to threaten to kill me if I touched her, but now that I knew it was because of her past; we worked that out.
I pulled out the keys and unlocked the door. We both stalked into the living room and sat down on the couch. She crawled over and sat on my lap facing me.
"Now why in hell are you jealous of Tony Stark? I thought you hated him? What does he have that you want?" she questioned.
"The past 3 months with you." I stated. She sighed and hugged me tightly. I pulled a blanket over us so she wouldn't get could like she normally does.
"I see what this is; if it makes you feel any better these last 3 months haven't been happy for me either. I missed my husband." She said calmly.
Well that does kinda make me feel better. I nodded. "Well, I haven't had sex with you in 4 months. Any way we can have some 'welcome-home-and-I-missed-you-like-crazy' sex?" I asked cheekily.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." She said with a smirk. I maneuvered over so she was laying on the couch with me straddling over her.
I had both my hands on opposite sides of her head supporting my weight so not to crush her petite frame. We kissed with more urgency than most. But yet is was still soft and loving all in the same.
I pulled off her shirt and looked at her green eyes. "Wait do we really want to have sex on this shitty old couch?" I asked with a chuckle.
"No; can you make to the bedroom?" she questioned glancing down my body. She gave a slight giggle as she saw that I realized what he looked at.
"Natasha, you underestimate me. On a mission we blew up a secret corporation, and I carried you 4 miles all that time with a boner for you." I stated with a chuckle.
"Well okay then." She giggled. I began to lift her off the couch as she wrapped her legs around my torso. I carried her off to our bed while still kissing her passionately.
Man I was good! I shut and locked the door before laying her down on the bed. I re-straddled over her. She unzipped and took of my jacket as I began kissing down her jaw. I unzipped and took off her pants.
It always seemed to end up like this, with her in nearly nothing and me still in enough clothes to be suitable for the public.
She took off my shirt and threw it somewhere in our room…but right now I honestly didn't give a fuck. She unbuckled and took off my pants, so I unclasped her bra and took it off to make it even.
I slid off her underwear and pressed my body close against her. She took off my boxers as she intertwined her fingers with my hair.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of that god damn alarm clock. Why did she set it for 5:30 am when we were on vacation?
I slammed the off button and groaned in pure and utter annoyance. She tossed and turned slightly. "Baby, why did you set the alarm clock for 5:30 am?" I questioned.
"I didn't even set it, I thought you did." She responded with a confused look on her face.
"Well I didn't, then… oh shit!" I commented as I saw a figure standing beside Natasha's bedside table. I quickly threw on my boxers and sweatpants.
I grabbed my gun and pointed it at the fucker that was too close to my wife for comfort. She looked up in shock to see her ex-husband, Alexi.
I pushed her over to my side of the bed and got in front of her. "Why the hell are you here?!" I yelled in frustration.
Next thing I knew I was waking up tied to a chair and saw my wife tied up to the bed only covered by a sheet.
Oh no not this! Why don't they just kill me!? I couldn't watch her get hurt and especially not this way!
"I think we should remove the tape from her mouth so he can hear her scream for him." One of Alexi sidekicks offered.
"Great idea." Alexi complemented as he walked over and removed the tap from her mouth. He turned to look back at me.
"I told you that if you didn't give her the fuck up you would pay. And now she will pay the price and you have a front row seat. You get to hear he scream and cry for you to help her." Alexi chuckled darkly.
Shit! "Just let her go, Alexi! It's not her fault!" I pleaded. Just then I heard the door be kicked-in.
"Someone call for back-up?" Phil asked sarcastically. I had never been so happy to see him. He shot two of the three sidekicks and then I saw Alexi take out a rusty knife and jab it into Nat several times.
"No! Shoot off the god damn handcuffs, Phil!" I ordered as Alexi continued to stab Nat. I heard her muffled screams of pain. Phil quickly shot off my handcuffs and I jolted up, grabbed my gun and aimed for the bastard's head.
I shot and hit him right on target. I turned and shot the other sidekick and ran over to Tasha pushing Alexi's dead body off her. She was curled up in a tiny ball of pain.
"Tasha, you've gotta lay flat do I can see the wounds." I pleaded. She straightened out her petite body revealing her many stab wounds. I gasped in horror.
"Clint, do you want the first aid kit?" Phil asked.
"I have a feeling that she's going to need more than a first aid kit." I answered.
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