I wrote this in like 3 minutes, sorry if it is bad lol
An undercover mission, France.
"I need to go in" she said
"Um Nat I don't think you can just waltz into a professional ballet class" He replied.
"We need an insight Barton" and she took off her jacket, shoved it in his arms and opened the doors.
Great thought Clint, this is going to go well.
"Je veux être dans ta classe." She said to the woman.
"Cette classe est pour les professionnels. La musique! Danse!" The woman replied.
Oh shit thought Clint. What was she thinking, she'll blow our cover. But then she danced. He knew nothing about ballet, but she looked incredible. Perfect in every way. The teacher looked astonished - though he doubted more amazed than him. The Russian assassin knows ballet.
"Tu peux commencer demain." Said the teacher once she was finished.
"Merci" Natasha replied whilst putting her shoes back on and then left the room to back to where Clint was watching outside.
"Let's go Barton" she spoke like she hadn't just performed the most beautiful thing Clint had ever seen.
"Is there anything you can't do" he called running after her after finally snapping himself back into reality. She just smirked as he put her jacket back on her.
A/N I can not speak french so I apologies if it is incorrect, I like to include languages when appropriate because it makes it seem more real but I only know 2 and a bit languages, sorry x