The Aftermath of Budapest Chapter 1, an avengers fanfic

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{{A/N: Chapter 1 might not be for those who don't care for mature sexual graphic content. I will however signal in advance that the events are coming with a quick A/N and conclude it the same way for those of you interested in nothing more than the story. }}

Chapter One: Budapest

The duo had managed to escape the local military in addition to the HYDRA operation that chose to make its home in the city of Budapest. Their bodies ached as they hobbled to the safe house arm in arm as Natasha constantly glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were not being followed. It was just the way they lived their lives constantly running and dodging bullets for the life of them.

"Clint.. You still with me?" She asked as they reached the door her palm pressed against the wall as the hidden reader identified her before granting access to the miniature safe haven.

Clint wasn't in the best shape of his life. It wasn't like he had expected the mission to go south that quickly. They had been posing as a couple on vacation to assess how large of a group had chosen to settle down in Budapest. His face hurt and that was all because he lost his focus when Natasha rushed out of the bathroom in nothing more than a skirt her blouse undone as she was preparing for bed. The HYDRA Agent had taken the opportunity to clock him one hard before he was brutally shot in the head by the crimson haired red head who had caught sight of the fist hitting her partner. "Never been better.." Clint grumbled sarcastically as he entered the safe house behind her closing the door before making his way to the bed collapsing onto it face down. His body hurt and there were bound to be many nicks and cuts that needed his attention.

"Liar.." Natasha growled out as she did her best not to actually smile at her partner's childish behavior. Whatever had remained of her clothing was soaked from the river they conveniently used to escape the mass barrage of gun fire. It caused her to shiver as she peeled the drenched fabric off of her as she made her way to the dresser removing just the basic standard issue government undergarments, who needed to look sexy after your midsection looked like it was tattooed black and blue?

She changed silently before padding softly to the bed sitting down on the edge as she arched a curious brow at Clint who hadn't moved a bloody inch since he collapsed, concern slowly spilling its way into her veins as she thought he may have suffocated himself to death leaving her all alone to fight HYDRA. "Barton.." She growled jabbing him in the shoulder with a pointed finger a scowl on her face.

"Tasha, that hurts!" He snapped rolling on to his back to glare at her. Steel grey eyes watching her before they softened for a moment at the expression on her face. "You were worried about me.. How sweet." He teased as he tried to sit himself up but failing miserably. "Was there anything for me to wear or are they just providing the lady with the latest in SHEILD fashion?" He teased showing that he was just perfectly fine even though he hurt like hell.

"They had something but your going to have to change yourself." Natasha quipped rising from the bed returning to the dresser grabbing the garments tossing them at her partner's head. "I'm going to look for food in this pit.." She added walking away leaving him with his thoughts and the view.

His Natasha had nearly been killed on his shift. His stomach twisted itself with guilt as he managed to sit up removing his soggy clothing adding them to Natasha's messy pile as he changed into the warmer dry clothing before laying back down this time correctly on the bed before his darling partner broke a scab open and reopened a wound.

"You would think that they would know we would be hungry once all this crap was said and done.." She hissed out angrily slamming a cupboard door as she stalked her way back to the bed doing a visual assessment of her partner's body. Even with the cuts, scratches, and bruises she couldn't help but feel her face flush at the thoughts that danced around her head. She was so close to losing him that it nearly drove her mad. Love was for children! She hadn't expected to fall for him...ever.

He could feel her crawl onto the bed beside him. Cracking an eye to glance at her he seemed slightly surprised by the look in her eyes. "They think we will work better hungry.." He offered with a cheeky smile.

She was tried, her body exhausted and starving, yet the only thing fueling her actions was the possibility of losing him. Her body moved over him her eyes meeting his as she straddled his waist being ever so careful with his injuries in addition to her own. "I nearly lost you.." Her voice soft sincere as she leaned forward her lips hovering over his. "Who would I work with if I lost you?" She asked before closing the distance the kiss soft and uncertain as if waiting for him to reject her.

Clint had thought many things could have happened with him and Natasha most of them ended with him being found in a river dead. It surprised him to see her hovering over him with such care that he half expected this to be one of his many hallucinations. His eyes widened when her lips touched his a spark of electricity passing between them as he quickly closed his eyes his hands moving to press her against him as he deepened the kiss. Maybe they both felt this near death experience thing should give them permission to allow them to express things they both kept well guarded and hidden from the other. He would do everything in his power to protect her even if that meant taking the final bullet for her.

Her body adjusted pressing closer against him as she felt his lips war with her own for control of the situation. Her hands gliding over his skin as she dared not to break them from their moment as she lowed herself down fully straddling him as she gripped his shoulders. Not a fear in the world now as she lost herself to the baser instincts.

Clint was the one to break the heated kiss eyes meeting her's as he leaned up kissing her neck. "Never going to lose me.. No Barton without Romanoff, Tasha.." He offered pulling her roughly to him. His lips touching her bare skin as his hands roamed her body frantically. "Tasha.. My Tasha.." He growled out before flipping them on the bed pinning his partner below him. Hunger dancing in his eyes.

The crimson haired assassin formerly the pride and joy of Russia's red room program never thought that her emotions would catch up to her let alone suddenly hit her with such force that she was slowly looking more like an emotional wreck of a woman. She was made to seduce and lure prey to their end of life not fall head over heels over her partner and only friend. Staring up at the face of the onLy person she could trust the walls around her heart and feelings began to crumble. Her eyes began to water and with the back of her hand she rided herself of them as she calmed herself down her eyes meeting his in the silent exchange her expression speaking volumes. 'I'm sorry about all this emotional stuff..' Her eyes implied as she waited for a reaction from him only to think back on their first encounter. Who knew the man she was cursing at in Russian would be the one she wanted to so direly spend the rest of her days and nights with.

The other agents had thought they were becoming lodged in the friendship zone since they had the uncanny ability to complete the others sentences and have silent exchanges between each other. They moved like clockwork together bringing out nothing more than the best as she allowed herself to be held in his arms her tears stopping as she rested her head on his shoulder enjoying the moment. She felt safe protected as if nothing could ever hurt her as she took in breaths of his uniquely Clint smell. Her eyes shut as she moved to wrap her arms around him clinging to him as if her life would end without him.

Her face flushing at his words as she pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Only yours Barton.." She whispered before kissing his lips once more her heart skipping a beat.

Clint couldn't help but smile when she apologized for her show of emotions. Clint rubbed her shoulders gently and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. His arms were strong and tough, keeping her safe from harm, Clint held her and he would continue to protect her and hold her until the world ended. Which if he was honest, could well have been any time now with the line of work they were in.

He could feel the Angel of Death come to take him right up until Natasha's lips pressed against his. Clint held her close to him and for the second time, their kiss deepened. He pulled her close to him and moved her so she was sitting on his lap and he linked his right arm around her waist.

His left arm moved up to her head and ran through her long, soft red hair. Collecting the strands before letting them fall loose, he combed his way through her locks before wrapping his hand under her chin and kept her close to him. His mouth opened slowly and he moaned into her mouth, his tongue slipping out to find her mouth. Eager to taste her tongue as well as her lips, his hand moved down from her waist down to her ass. He lightly squeezed her tight, toned rear end as he moaned into the kiss.

After everything she had been through her entire life it was just amazing that she was able to find the simple peace that she always longed for. She was nearly waiting for him to reject her never thinking she would be able to reach the happy ending she craved to earn for herself since all the red that stained her ledger haunted her sometimes when she laid awake at night waiting for the morning to rise. Her body tensed as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Her brain trying to figure out if it were something she were desperately imagining or it was reality. It was all real at least from what she could tell and she would have questioned herself further until he dragged her into his lap. Her heart racing loudly in her chest as she looked at him wide eyed for a moment before his lips claimed hers. Her eyes shutting quickly as she wrapped her arms around his neck returning the kiss.

The kiss grew deeper as she moved her hands into his hair being gentle as possible since he was still injured yet pouring herself into him as best she could. Her lips parting as his mouth opened mimicking his movements as she moaned softly as her tongue gently ran across his lip before slipping into his mouth darting against his as she pulled herself closer to him. Her hands slowly making their way down to his shoulders gripping them before running down his muscular arms. Her body shivering slightly under his touch as he gripped her ass as she broke the kiss gasping for air her forehead resting against his head as she panted. "Clint…" She murmured softly trying to think.

With Natasha against him, Clint could not have been happier. He had been chasing various floozies in New York on his time off trying to find something to plug the loneliness in his heart. However, as he deepened the kiss with the Russian operative Clint could find himself happy and even content. Natasha's lips fell from his and she tried to catch her breath as they both recovered from the hot kiss.

Didn't she like it? The one thing Clint wanted was for her to be happy, if she liked the kissing then he'd kiss her. If she wanted to snuggle or spoon, then snuggling or spooning they'd do. Hell, if they wanted to go and beat up thugs and gang members, they could do that too. However, Clint's mind was running a mile a minute as he looked at the beautiful red head next to him. He cocked his head to the left and then to the right before he found his voice and spoke softly.

"Natasha... You can let me in. I won't hurt you I promise."

His hands never stopped touching her, her thighs, her stomach, her arms and her back as he looked at her. As he looked at her, something on him dawned. Maybe she was having second thoughts? She had confessed to having a fear about losing him and as tempting as that sounded, he wondered if she didn't want to jeopardize their friendship.

"Don't you want to do this?" He asked, looking at her sheepishly.

It wasn't like her to jump into something without weighing all the pros and cons. She was a planner, a person who needed to know all the possible outcomes of her actions before doing it. The strong alcohol was already slightly altering her perception in addition to the rare flood of hormones that were now pumping through her blood stream as a result of just being suddenly intimate wih her best and only friend who just happened to be her partner. She wanted nothing more for this to work and make sense even if the back of her mind was shouting at her.

It took her a moment to realize that she had broken the kiss and was panting. In addition to realizing she had said something.

Her mind had went into flight mode out of instinct as she blinked several moments. Her hands still gripping his shoulders her body still tingling under his touch as she mimicked the movement of his head mirroring him. "I want you..."she managed not caring about the after facts. Leaning towards him once more her lips lightly brushing his as if fearful he'd suddenly change his mind her fingers gently caressing him.

"I trust you Clint.." Her voice suddenly small and soft against his lips.

That made Clint's heart melt inside of his chest. If it was possible for his heart to beat any faster he would probably go into cardiac arrest. If that happened, he would go a happy man. His hands stroked her face gently before he kissed her softly but briefly. Clint watched her think of the actions.

"Natasha... If you don't want to do this then we can stop. I won't pursue it any more and we can make a clean cut. Back to being buddies... But I want you too..." He admitted. His hands on her on her body as if it were something he never had the opportunity to touch so freely before. His hands ran up and down her thigh before he moved to her neck and kissed her there softly too. If he was honest, Clint was debating on whether this would work or not. He didn't want to ruin their friendship that was nearly six years in the making. He kissed her once more before recoiling and looking at the beautiful Russian operative on his lap, as if waiting for her response.

"I trust you with the one thing I never lost... My heart.." That made Clint's strong heart melt inside of his chest. If it was possible for his heart to beat any faster he would probably go into cardiac arrest. If that happened, he would go a happy man. His hands stroked her face gently before he kissed her softly but briefly. Clint watched her think of the actions.

"Natasha... If you don't want to do this then we can stop. I won't pursue it any more and we can make a clean cut. Back to being buddies... But I want you too..." He admitted. His hands on her body, Clint hoisted her through the air and planted her on his lap. His hands ran up and down her thigh before he moved to her neck and kissed her there softly too. If he was honest, Clint was debating on whether this would work or not. He didn't want to ruin their friendship that was nearly six years in the making. He kissed her once more before recoiling and looking at the beautiful Russian operative on his lap, as if waiting for her response.

His words nearly caused her body to stiffen. Fear flooding her senses as she pulled back meeting his gaze as she gripped his shoulders with her hands as she moved them towards his face. The Russian found her voice this time eyes narrowed into his. "And what? Just act as if nothing ever transpired and still worry about you? I want this.. I want this only with you Clint. Doesn't this prove anything to you? I fear the day you won't be mine anymore.. I fear the day you find someone..Who isn't me to share your life with. Can I please have a try at least? Better make up your mind soon Barton or I will stab you.." She hissed out. Six years or not she was more than willing to put her heart out there on the line just for him no one else would be worthy in her eyes. Her lips crashed against his hungrily with want her love pouring out as she moved her hands to his hair hoping he'd understand.

Her hands were exploring his in equal measure as they kissed each other. His erection started to form in his sweats, a tent forming as he kissed her. His hands touched and felt her soft skin as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Using the tip to track down hers, he flicked it against her tongue before wrapping it around hers and squeezing her tongue. His hand moved around to the front and then slipped up to her front, laying his hand on her breast he lightly squeezed one of her feminine mountains as he made out with her. His lips slowly fell from hers and he caught his breath as he stared at her, his hand still on her breast as he spoke.

"I want you Natasha..." He finally pulled the trigger and looked at the operative on his lap.

Her mind managed to go completely blank as his hands began to explore her eagerly her body pressing itself closes to him wanting to maintain as much contact with him as possible especially since it felt as if he wanted the same things in life as she did. Her heart raced frantiy through her chest as she herself began exploring him being extremely gentle with him especially since he was in fact injuried and she was technically supposed to be watching over him while he recovered.

Her lips were still against his as her lips parted and playfully moved back against his invading tongue. Her hands moved in a pattern of gripping, gliding, or squeezing through his hair, over neck, on shoulders, and on his arms. Natasha didn't have a type of man she would claim to enjoy never having put any thought into it since their was only one man that caught her attention and from what she could feel underneath her as she sat on his lap was he possibly had a type and the Russian woman in his lap was it. The soft sounds that slipped from her as she moved against him her eyes closed as she commited sensations to memory seemed to grow louder. She wanted nothing more than to share herself with him. Have everything she ever dreamed of with him but for now she just wanted to let herself be in the moment.

Panting for breath as he parted from her lips. Eyes meeting his as he squeezed her breasts eliciting a loud moan that sounded like his name. Her face tingeing color at his words before she nodded her head in a yes not trusting herself to say much since it might sound more like a babbling mess.

"I'm going to make love to you now Natasha..." Clint said. Slowly climbing up to the bed and moving between her legs, Clint stroked at his member before pressing his erection to her wet lips.

Clint took a breath and counted to ten inside his head as he prepared himself to slowly enter the one true love of his life. His fingers found hers on the bed and slowly linked his digits with hers, his eyes opened and he stared deep into her eyes as he pushed his hips forward and her wet folds were split apart by his large dick and with that. He was inside her, feeling her insides with his length.

"Oh... Natasha..." Clint sighed, his head bowing as he slid inside her.

She never really expected him to be harboring the same feelings as she had but was more than willing to test the waters of this new found and dangerous territory. His fingers and tongue were doing more than a number on her and the feelings of him tending to her felt far much better than her own fingers.

Her brain felt fuzzy but it was at least able to process his words and that seemed to rile her up once again as if she hadn't been fully satisfied. The thought of him making love to her made her heart beat fast as she moaned as he moved against her. "Please..." Her soft voice pleaded as she looked up at him her legs parting further for him.

The silent oh forming on her lips as he entered her spoke volumes as the soft mew of pleasure ripped its way from her throat. Inch my delicious inch invading her body causing her to stretch and fit around him perfectly as if she were made solely for him and his pleasure. Her fingers laced with his even though she wanted to claw at his back it was a sweet gesture her hips slowly rising to meet him half ways to seal their union.

"Clint..." Natasha murmured softly as she opened her eyes in hopes to meet his gaze. "I love you.."

Clint's eyes were shut tight as he entered her. His inches slowly moved inside her as he maintained the slow, steady drive inside her. With years of discipline, he had learned to hone and use his body like a weapon, but as Clint started to drive inside her his hard body became a slow, steady love making machine. Hearing her declare her love for him, Clint's eyes opened slowly and he peered deep into her green pools. Unhooking his fingers from her right hand for a brief moment, he stroked the side of her face and planted a soft kiss on her lips. His passion poured out into her mouth as he pressed his lips against hers. His hand came off of her face and he gripped at the sheets next to her head.

"I love you too Natasha... I never going to make you worry again."

His heart was beating and it was like his brain was switched from the finely tuned instrument it normally was to him being a giggly child as he drove inside her. His length was being milked by her walls in a loving fashion as he slid his length in and out of her. Sweat had started to form on his brow as he moved in and out, in and out, in and out. His thrusting was slow and steady but it made him feel oh so good and he hoped it made the beautiful woman underneath him feel good too.

Natasha had froze her body still as she felt him slip into her body his slow movements where causing her body to shiver with anticipation. She had been used to watching her prey and lying in wait but with him it felt as if all of her training could be erased from her mind leaving her with the small feelings of normalcy. She used her body as a weapon but it felt so natural to lie beneath him listening to their mixed breathing. The slow steady pace of him moving within her was overwhelming fogging her senses but the sheer desire of keeping him within her was far more powerful. Her eyes met his slowly coming into focus she had loved him since they first met, her heart racing as his hand touched her face causing her to lean into his touch. His lips against hers as she felt what he had to offer returning the passion with her own lips as her hands moved to his hair. She was still being careful with him he had been in bad shape earlier and didnt want to harm him.

Her defenses were down she wanted to stay like this forever if the fates would allow it. Natasha clung to him as he pounded into her body as if he were all that she needed to survive. Her body gripped around him as she moaned his name softly into his ear as she felt herself hit with more pleasure than she ever thought possible.

Clint clawed carefully at the sheet, keeping him steady as he worked in and out of her. His well trained eyes locked on hers and he saw a softness that he had never seen in her before. He smiled sweetly and decided he'd do everything in his power to ensure that he'd keep that look in her eyes. His breath was slow and steady, it wouldn't strike him until he was in the midst of a dream but his breathing pattern was exactly the same as when he had a target in his sights. It shouldn't be that strange to him though, in a sense there was a target in the room.

Natasha's pleasure.

Clint made use of every part of his body to ensure he would hit the target and make Natasha feel better than she ever had done in her life. Clint didn't want to think on just what happened to Natasha in her past life but he was determined to make sure she would never go back to those memories. He knew of her ledger and how the blood practically ran off of it, Natasha had confided in him with the knowledge the night he captured her instead of killing her. At the time, he didn't really know why but now he wondered if the love connection had been struck up there and then.

He gasped, he could feel her legs scissored around him and wanted nothing else but that sensation. He dropped his head down and let it rest against her bed as she moaned his name into his ear, he moaned her own name too as he made love to her. The laboured sounds of their breathing mixed erotically with their cries of each others names only adding to the tender scene unfolding in the small shack of a safe house in Budapest.

It was times like this when he looked at her she felt that he had the ability to look straight into her soul. It caused her to shiver as she met his gaze a small smile creeping up on her lips in return. She was in love. In love with the only person she had the ability to fully trust. The red head had offered him her heart and body and could care less about the repercussions. The hairs on her neck slowly stood at attention as she shivered again realization flickering in her eyes at the look in his eyes and the sound of his breathing. She was his prey. It aroused her to think that he was hunting some part of her, her hips slowly rolling to meet him as her fingernails were dragged lightly down his arm.

Clint Barton was pleasing her; it was almost like out of a scene of her fantasies.

Her normally sharp quick witted mind felt like it was slowly converting to mush as she closed her eyes her soft moans of pleasure only growing louder and louder in volume as she panted to keep up with him. He was easily erasing all the years of harsh realities and negative memories as she grasped wildly at his arms. The red didn't feel as if it consumed her as it had earlier that day as he made her feel so much more normal. It was a wonderful sensation that she wanted to presurve with all of her being wanting to be like this often without a care in the world besides having him feel mutual satisfaction. She had wanted to please him.

"Good.. I just want you.." She whispered into his ear not giving him too much time to process what she had said as she nipped at his neck.

He must have been consternating on her body the slight tensing of her body the way it gripped around him tightly as she whispered out his name. "Clint.. Please.. " She sounded pitiful at least in her own mind as she begged him.

The black widow was incapable of begging that was what she originally thought but then again stranger things had happened over the past few years that now that you thought about it, it was suddenly bound to happen. She wanted him to let go. She wanted him to not hold anything back as she closed her eyes a smile gracing her lips as she felt him lean into her to rest against the bed. "Please Clint.. Just make me yours.." She whispered softly turning her head towards his ear as she listened to the mixed frantic breathing that nearly fell in sync.

His Natasha was in his arms and moaning with each drive inside her. He moved down and kissed her. There was something special in the way he kissed her. He had kissed plenty of women before but when he kissed Natasha it was like a shot of electricity ripping through his veins. It was similar to the first time he kissed a girl and he wondered briefly if that was due to him kissing his true love. He mulled over those words as he drove into her.

Love... True love. Had he found his true love in Natasha Romanoff? He wanted nothing more than to see her smile at him with every waking moment. She said that she only wanted him, just like he wanted her and he nodded his head as he sucked in much needed oxygen.

Feeling her clench and grab at his length, Clint couldn't keep much more inside of him and he was so close to blowing. His eyes briefly drifted up off of Natasha's face and saw her sheets getting bunched up in his grasp. If she wasn't on top of them, he probably would have torn the sheets clean in two. Hearing her ask him to let go, he gasped and nodded his head.

"I'm not wearing protection..."

He groaned and pressed his lips against hers before shooting his load deep inside of her. His thrusts soon slowed to a standstill as he recovered from cumming and he slowly pulled out of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he collected her and rolled them around almost like a crocodile catching its prey. Her laying against his chest, they were silent as he came down from his arousal.

"Bozhe moy..." Clint said with a smile peering down at his Tasha.

Missions were always stressful and it had been something that was waiting to happen since she accepted becoming Clint Barton's partner all those years ago. Sure they were occasionally separated but she had sworn she felt a strange sensation pass between them after their first initial encounter that she wasn't in a kill kill mood. His lips touched her's and all she could feel were her senses go in overload. Her heart fluttering in her chest as if she had been hit with a cupid's arrow. That would be a hard thing to do since she seriously doubted Cupid could hit her and the only archer capable of that was pounding in to her needy body.

Love was for children.. That was what she was taught in Red Room and yet here lying in the bed with a very sexy and caring partner sending her mind and body to a very pleasant place she might possibly call heaven was something she wanted to remember for as long as she lived. She wanted a family. She wanted to give him the normal life he deserved even if it meant relearning things all over again. Her hands moved from his muscled shoulders into his blonde hair pressing him closer to her as she poured all she had to offer him into the kiss. Screw the need to breathe!

Natasha might have been compromised but dammit she wasn't going to be completely stupid and kill herself without reaching the point of no return. She inhaled a deep breath as she moved against him. Her body spasming around him like a hair trigger ready to go off. Her eyes looking up at him as she smiled her hair a tousled mess contrasting against the white sheets.

'I'm not wearing protection...' Clint groaned out as she looked at him not giving a damn. From what she was told she was sterile so it shouldn't be a problem. That was what Red Room told her. She was still wary on finding out what SHIELD would tell her. Something to think about later. "Dammit Barton don't make me want to kill you…" She whispered franticly.

She wanted him to join her into the abyss. Dammit to hell if she was going alone. Her eyes closed as his lips touched her again her body tensing instantly as the wave of shock went through her as she felt him release within her. Her body falling apart all around him as she shuddered violently against him milking him dry as she felt her nails dig into his shoulders. It was a beautiful disaster and she was far more relaxed than she had ever been in her life as she curled her body up against him. A smile gracing her lips as she listened to his heartbeat.

"That's my line.. Hawk." Natasha countered lazily as she titled her head up kissing his chin. "No partner of mine is going to ever be left behind.." She whispered her eyes feeling heavy.

The hours had passed as they managed to drift off to sleep. Natasha being the first to wake as she observed her sleeping partner a ghost of the smile on her lips as she watched him, the worry lines long erased from his face as sleep claimed her snoring partner.

Things would most likely return to normal once they summoned the helicarrier for pick up in a few hours. They would be treated for their injuries and what ever had transpired between them would be conveniently forgotten. That was what was supposed to happen, especially since Natasha was under the impression she was incapable of having children due to her modifications. She still was yet to be informed that Red Room had actually failed in sterilizing her... The frantic union with Barton would have repercussions...