Okay, this is my first long story. Haven`t decided it length yet, but we will see. Rated M for language and, I hope that I will write it, sexual scenes.
"We`re going to my apartment", she said persistently.
"Hell, no! We`re going to Stark Tower! And if you don`t want to go home that late, Tony always can give you a room, which you have by the way. Wait, not room, a whole floor!"
She rolled her eyes and grimaced. They continued to walk through St. Andrew`s Street, which was in the middle of Stark Tower and her own home.
"Why won`t you just move in the tower? We all live there, you know".
"And that`s why I don`t want to move in! I have my own place. Where I don`t have to see all the team all the time. It`s tiring! Plus yelling at Stark not adding any points to living altogether".
He stopped. She stopped too, few steps later. She turned back and threw a questioning look.
"What? Seriously, Clint? Now you gonna take an offence? It feels like I yelled at the baby. Which I didn`t! What a hell is wrong with you today?"
"Nothing", he said throw clenched teeth. He really couldn't explain it, but he was really upset with her refusal to move.
He waited for a minute, collected his thought and responded.
"After A. Team was formed, don`t you think it would be easier to live altogether? It`s pretty good leaving there, you know. Like in a five star hotel. Also he has few gym`s which, I bet, is most desirable for you".
She stared in to the floor, thinking. After his speech and a minute later she spoke up.
"Fuck it, we`re going to my place. If you don`t want to go back that late to your "lovely home", you can crash on my couch. Got it, Barton?"
"Goddamn, Tash! How stubborn are you? Jeez…"
So they headed to her house. There was an awkward silence, but she cut it off quickly.
"So… what will we do?" She asked curiously. She knew that Clint was the creative one and always had a plan for a night not to die of boredom.
"Oh, so now you`re listening to my opinion?" He asked discontentedly. But he calmed down quickly and started suggesting. "We could`ve watch a movie."
"Nagh. Too boring. I won`t be able to sit still and stare at the screen that long today", she said lazily.
"What about strip poker?" He asked with a smile. She knew he loved it. But not today Hawk, not today.
"You`re close, but no".
"A drinking game? That`ll do, Red?" He said impatiently.
"Yep, that`ll do…" she looked at his head indignantly and snapped, "… brown".
He gave her a smile and she smiled too.
"You know, it won`t be always in your way, right?"
"We will see".
Near the building they passed a truck and loaders, walked through the entrance and headed to the fourth floor. They were about to walk in, when she saw an opened door, next to her apartment.
"What`s wrong?" He alerted, looking at Natasha`s slightly shocked and interested face, as she stopped.
But there was no time to answer – they heard a loud conversation. It`s was more like a scream of a wicked woman to a man.
"Oh, you walrus dick! Prick up your ass! There`s no fucking way I'm going to pay you up, you old fart. And I don`t give a damn on your boss, you asshole! I`m gonna sew you, bitch! Yeah, that`s right!"
Natasha listened with interest and intrigued smile. Clint raised his eyebrow with a question.
"Is that really that interesting?"
But all he heard was "Shhhhh!" from her. HE rolled his eyes and thought how childish his partner was.
The woman stopped for a second or two and started again, even more pissed off, than she was.
"Why the fuck not? Your team broke half of my stuff! I`m not gonna spar a penny to sew you and make you pay me all the damage that you`ve made! Oh and you`ve better to stay away from me right now or I`ll rip your ass and poke out your eyes, you bastards!"
It was heard as lorry`s wheels squeaked. Obviously, the truck had left and the owner of the apartment, her new neighbor, was heading to her door through the stairs.
"So hardcore", Natasha thought with admiration. She couldn`t wait to meet a girl with such a strong voice and… words. Hawk, on the other hand, was skeptical. He heard quarrels like that every day in the SHIELD or while on a mission, or even sometimes, partly, in the Tower. He was not that excited about it, as Tasha was. He though, that when they`ll go to her apartment, she`d like to get drunk and have a row like that and he, as a drunkie, inspired by this scene, that he had just seen in a hallway, would like to have some sparring with her.
Thanks' God there`s no mission tomorrow.
The woman`s appearance took both of them breathless. She was drop dead gorgeous. She wasn`t tall, just about Tasha`s growth, maybe a little bit higher than the red but just for a little. It wasn`t seen at all, but not if you`d like to measure it on purpose. She had long black curly hair, which ideally falls on her slim but perfectly trim figure, emphasizing her beautiful body. She had wide open lively green eyes and a nice mouth with soft lips. She was wearing tight small shorts so the heat rose for a little for everyone in the room. Tasha even bite her lip lightly with a dreamy gaze at girl. That hadn`t been missed by Clint.
"Oh", she said with a little surprise, thought, no one could hear her conversation and then "Boom!" and they are here. "Well, hello there".
She waived a little to them.
"Hello", Natasha was the first one of them to speak.
"Hi", said Clint, keeping the conversation going.
"I`m sorry, that you heard all of that. I though, that no one would hear that", Uhuh, yeah right, except the whole house, they thought, " and…"
"That`s okay, we understand". Natasha smiled sympathetically to her. She smiled back. "If anyone would`ve break half of mine stuff, I would`ve been even more furious".
"That`s true", thought Clint, "even more than furious – she would`ve smack that 'bitch' into the wall repeatedly and then torture him slowly and cruelly until he begs. Or even longer".
Even he, Clint Barton, SHIELD`s agent, wouldn`t like to be that guy.
A new one relaxed for a little and remunerated Tasha with a sweet smile.
"I`m Allyson, by the way. Allyson Volkoff".
"Oh My God". That what was in both, Tasha`s and Clint`s heads. Another Russian. That couldn`t be good.
"I`m Natasha. Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you, Allyson".
Widow widened her smile.
Clint was surprised, how fast Tasha told the complete stranger her name. That didn`t sound as great Natasha Romanoff. Only if she was up to something. And it did sounded highly suspicious; also it looked like it as well. But, if she was ok with truth, then he will be too. Anyway, what can he be scared of?
"Clint. Clint Barton". He stretched out his hand. She did the same thing and they shook their hands, while Tasha was gazing at her hardly.
"So", she looked at the key in Tasha`s hand, "as I can see you are my new neighbors, right?"
"Oh, no, not him", she said coldly, with some justification in her voice, but then again with a pleasant smile, she continued. "Just me".
There was something definitely up. Clint could feel that. He just couldn`t understand what exactly. Usually, he understood Black Widow more than anyone, but obviously, not now.
"Would you like to join us in my apartment? We were going to have a few shots".
What a hell was she doing? Clint couldn`t understand, what the fuck was with his partner. Yeah, the woman is gorgeous, but why would that mean anything to her? She wasn`t a person now who he had been on the missions for all those years with. Black Widow would`ve never ever invite anyone to her apartment. Especially, a total stranger, which she sees for the first time in her life, on which she hadn`t made a check up about her past. Something was definitely up. He felt it. He could smell it. And he didn`t trust that intentions of hers.
"Oh, sorry. I'd like to", she said with sugared tone, "but I can`t. I have to unpack my stuff".
It was such a relief to Clint. But Tasha wasn`t satisfied. She wasn`t going to give up that easily.
"But as we heard", she started seductively, without taking her eyes of hers, "half of your stuff is broken already. And, maybe, it would`ve been better for you to relax a little and have a drink. Come on, few glasses won`t harm you and it will be a chance for you to… get us to know you better".
Clint couldn`t believe his ears. She started using her seductive voice, just as she was trained and he saw it, her way of doing it, thousand times while they were on the missions. He couldn`t believe his eyes what Tasha was trying to do. He never actually asked her, if she had any woman in her life in that way. He should have, thought. But he still was astonished that she was doing it right now, right here, with her, a complete stranger, who she had just met. He was amused, but it was too deep down to show it. So no one could suspect him.
But also, Clint felt a little bit jealous. She had never behaved that way with him.
He and Tasha had never been together – not as a couple, not as lovers. They slept in one bed a lot, while on the missions, but they never had sex. They kissed a few times: for a mission, for consolation, or it was just a moment for it. He couldn`t explain it adequately. But there was something. Something between them. He wasn`t in love. He just felt strong attraction. Maybe even more. But he didn`t like to deepen in this, not to make it complicated, so he didn`t. But the feeling still was there. And now, he couldn`t understand why or what a hell, but he was jealous and aware.
Allyson stood enchanted. She couldn`t resist, she was in need of it.
"Okay, let it be your way. Give me best what you have", she said with a smile.
Clint saw her look. He knew, it was taken as personal, even it shouldn`t have been, not about a drink. Tasha inflamed a little. No one could see it, but Clint as a person standing near, could feel the heat which was making her body through her cloth. He quietly sighted with mixed feelings.
Tasha took off her seducing look, turned around and started opening the door. Allyson, in her turn, momentary turned red for a few seconds, hid her eyes and sighted with relax. She was aroused too for a bit. But in a flash, when all of them were about to enter the apartment, she turned herself again – that cheerful and not fully calm.