This is my first attempt at a serious Clintasha as SHIELD agents and partners fanfiction so please review and tell me if I'm doing it right or not...
Clint Barton thought that the Russian sat across from him was beautiful. A vision of red hair and a scowl that could make the bravest man tremble. And she was all his. Well, technically she was his partner for the new SHIELD program. They were the bravest and best SHIELD had so they were partnered together for Operation Black Hawk; the name was especially chosen for them. Clint had only known the Black Widow for a mere six months but already he had warmed to her. And by warmed to her, he meant that he was eager to spend a week locked up in a cabin on a snowy mountain ski resort with her. For the mission of course.
"Agent Barton, please listen to the briefing instead of staring off into space." Coulson said and Clint snapped to attention. He glanced at Natasha and saw her give him a frown.
"Sorry, Agent Coulson." He said and Coulson returned to talking about the mission. Clint knew it all. He had heard it all before Natasha came in. About how, even though she was now an agent, Natasha could not be trusted and to keep a close eye on her. As if he'd be doing anything else.
Clint was wandering back to his dreamland where Natasha accidentally walked in on him naked in the ski lodge when someone slammed a folder on the table. Clint jumped and looked up. The object of his fantasies was glaring at him, looking deeply annoyed. "Is this a joke to you, Barton? Do you think that it's going to be an easy week with me on a mountain? That we'll get close and I'll be unable to resist your American charm?" Natasha snarled.
Clint didn't say anything because that's precisely what he was thinking.
"We have a mission to do, Barton. Don't be unprepared and too obsessed with your delirious fantasies of what is never going to happen. We need to be concentrating on the mission. If you understand a word I just said, nod."
Clint looked at her and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I'm not some weakling you can mould to your satisfaction. I don't crave your body. I don't obsess over you. And you, Romanoff, can never decide what's going to happen. It just happens. Or have you never experienced that before? Pure unadulterated lust."
Natasha looked flustered, her cheeks bright red, and she leant back. "Barton, if you'd like to unsettle me, use a different technique."
"You look pretty unsettled already." Clint said. He stood up and walked out of the room to go the archery room. He needed to blow some steam off by shooting at things.
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Natasha closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of frustration, before opening them and knocking on Barton's bedroom door. "Open up, Barton." She called. "It's Agent Romanoff."
The door opened and Barton stood there in a pair of black trousers and an open shirt. "Natasha, what's up?"
"It's Romanoff to you." Natasha said firmly. "Look, I don't want to do this but Coulson told me that I had to apologize to you before we set off for the mission in the skiing resort."
"So...apologize then." Barton leant against the door frame and his shirt opened more to reveal more of his muscled stomach and chest.
"I did."
"No you say that you had to apologize."
"Fine then. Agent Barton, I formally apologize that I apparently insulted you."
"You didn't insult me. You aggravated me."
"I'm not apologizing for that as well."
"You know full well that you annoyed me, Natasha."
"I know and I do not apologize. You should be apologizing for inappropriate workplace behavior. Asking me about if I had ever felt lust." Natasha frowned. "I don't even...there's no point in talking to you! You're too big-headed and annoying to even accept my apology. I hope that you're happier on the mission, Agent Barton, or I'm afraid that it will be our first and last mission together."
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