Hey, so this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction (EVER) so please go easy on me. Plenty of Clintasha, with some one-sided Carter/Brandt. Many include other members of the Avengers.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers as they're Marvel's property. Otherwise Clint and Natasha would be together in the comics and the films. No Bobbi Morse, no Alex Shostakova, just pure Clint and Tasha. I don't own Mission Impossible either, and as good as the films are, the teams missions seem tame compared to those of superheroes so...

"Okay, this is Hunt, I have a visual on the target," a voice sounded in Clint's head. Stupid ear pieces, he thought with a sad smile. Nothing beat the S.H.I.E.L.D. tooth implants in his opinion - the hidden microphones were almost untraceable.

"Benji, I've lost the visual on one of the bodyguards," Carter stated. "He's just vanished after talking to some random red headed slut."

Clint froze for a second before relaxing back into his persona as rich playboy Aled Daniels. It's not Nat, he reminded himself. She's at home. She's safe. Rogers and Pepper are looking after her. It didn't stop him from glancing around the room for confirmation though.

A couple of seconds later Jane's pissed off voice filtered back into his ear. "I've found the waiter in the storage closet. Stupid guy must have got knocked out by some sort of hitman by the looks of it. Strong single hit under the jaw, seems professional. There's someone else here," she muttered.

Just as he heard Ethan begin to start issuing new orders, Clint heard an eerily familiar voice sound out behind him. Shit.

"Hey Mr B, you really should pay more attention to your surroundings," Natasha whispered as he turned to face the red head. Her curls had grown out since he'd last seen her in Belfast eight months earlier, and they were now waist length.

"Komolyan, ha már sérült a borító most megyek, hogy bántani," (Seriously, if you've compromised my cover now I'm going to have to hurt you) he replied casually in fluent Hungarian, whilst his team mates stared at him from across the room like he was going to blow their operation out of the water.

Tasha just smiled back cheekily and replied "You wouldn't ever do that to me B unless you wanted your ass handed to you on a platter" with an utterly straight face, as she sauntered up to him and lay her hand gently to rest on his bicep. To outsiders it simply looked like she was flirting with him, which was the impression the two undercover agents had to give off. It was at times like these that Clint was glad his teammates could only hear his half of the conversation.

"Brandt stop flirting with the brainless tart and return to your mission," Carter hissed in his ear - Clint could have sworn that she almost spat her statement as she tried to cover-up her jealousy. The woman never seemed to take a hint, and no matter how many times he rejected her, she still kept coming back for more. It seemed like Tasha would have to physically assault him for her to realise he was taken. It was probably a good thing that Nat knew he was utterly devoted to his Russian partner.

"She's an old friend," he replied simply. "She's the one who's been taking down all of the targets as she's here as a UC bodyguard to one of the American ambassadors. So she's not a tart, she's saying 'hi'". Nat just laughed at his statement, they both knew that that was definitely not the reason she was there, his team just didn't need to know that.

By the time Hunt had told the team that he'd taken out the target (an Al Qaeda leader who was planning to bomb UN buildings throughout Europe, Africa and America), Natasha and Clint had been slow dancing in the ballroom section of the mansion for the better part of an hour. Clint glanced at a security camera across the room. As it started to rotate in his direction, he angled his body so that Nat wouldn't be caught on the camera; Hunt was an intelligent man, and Clint really didn't want Ethan to attempt to research her background, as it could lead to discoveries of not just Tasha's identity, but his too. The only people who knew the truth about him where the directors, and his contract with IMF would end within a year. The Black Widow was still considered a terrorist by the majority of the government run secret agencies as they couldn't know the truth, and he wasn't going to take any chances. As much as he admired Benji for trying to keep them safe, he didn't want the technical genius to duplicate a face mask of Nat in an attempt to find out more about her.

"Phil says 'hi' by the way," she whispered against his chest. Her head was resting there as they swayed gently to the soft Mozart playing in the background. Clint smiled in response and leaned down to brush a stray curl behind her ear. Her black satin gown made a slight swishing noise as she shifted her body to lean further into his embrace. The movement caused her perfume to drift back towards his nose, the sweet scent of wild rose, sandalwood and vanilla almost making him want to take her out of the room and have his way with her nearby - as if it wasn't bad enough with her wearing black when she knew it was his second favourite colour to see her in after emerald green (the same colour as her eyes).

"Clear out," Benji whispered in his ear, "but gradually, some of the locals seem to be a little cautious because of that racket Ethan caused upstairs."

"Mennem Kell," (I have to go) he whispered. "Szeretlek." (I love you.)

"Safe house. Five blocks from here. Twenty-five minutes. I have to seduce this bloody weapons dealer first." Clint nodded his confirmation before turning to leave the room. "They miss you," she whispered gently.

His voice cracked slightly as walked away, "I miss you all too."

If you're wondering why Clint's speaking Hungarian when Natasha's Russian, it's because Ethan's team have their mission at the start of Ghost Protocol in Russia, so they would understand Clint's half of the conversation if he spoke it in Tasha' s native language.

Hope you enjoyed this and thank you for reading this.