Sam glanced over Steve's shoulder and watched as Natasha continued her trek alone out of the cemetery.
"Will she be ok?" He asked as Steve closed the file in his hand and glanced up. He watched the red head's hip saunter away and he shook his head with a slight grin.
"She's never really been the type that needs help," he mumbled and Sam nodded. "But if she did, I know she has someone who has her back," he said confidently and Sam's gaze glanced over the horizon to see a lone figure leaning up against a black sedan.
She let out a breath as her eyes met his.
"Saw you on tv," his deep voice met her ears and something in her visibly relaxed a bit as her feet continued to carry her towards him.
"Saw you all over the internet," she replied just as dryly and he slowly pulled off his sunglasses, his grey eyes meeting hers and he gave her a slow shake of his head.
"Thanks for that," he hissed and for a few moments he watched regret and a bit of guilt flash across her face. He reached forward and grabbed onto her leather jacket, easily pulling her the remaining foot between them. She leaned into him easily and his hand cupped her cheek, gently massaging her jawline as her head fell into his fingers.
"Tell me you didn't know," her voice was weak, a beg and his arm wrapped around her waist securely pulling her against him. Her eyes flickered open to stare into his and caught the tortured betrayal in his eyes.
"I would have never brought you…" his voice trailed off and his lips pressed together tightly. She nodded, believing him instantly. "I'm sorry Tash," he breathed pressing his forehead against her own and she leaned into him.
"Oh, no biggie," she whispered and he let out a chuckle with a shake of his head. "Gotta find new identities," she muttered and he nodded pushing her back a bit. His hand slid from her cheek to the small gold chain at her neck and his thumb ran over the little arrow there. She almost purred at the interaction.
"So, that was you in Argentina," he snapped suddenly and her eyes flicked open innocently.
"Clint," she purred at him and his eyes narrowed at her. "I barely knew you then," she teased as she moved to walk around the car to the passenger door. His eyes followed her with annoyance.
"You and I have very different definitions of what "knowing someone" means," he hissed at her and she cocked her head seductively at him and a small shiver ran up his spine. Damn she was beautiful.
"Are we talking about the Biblical sense?" She offered and he opened the driver's door.
"Get in the damn car," he snapped and she grinned sliding easily inside. He moved to start the engine but her hand quickly covered his stopping his motion.
"Is this it? Is this our fresh start?" She asked quietly and Clint Barton stared at his partner for the last six years. She meant everything to him. She knew that. He knew that. They had talked for years about running away together but the job always kept them rooted. The duty was always stronger then the desire.
"Well, until some other alien race invades," he mused and her lips quirked up in an easy grin. She slid over, quickly turning his head to hers and her lips pressed against his in the first time in months. He responded quickly and she melted into him, her body automatically trying to get closer to him. She cursed the middle console for restricting her movements but she knew that this wasn't probably the best time or place… not that she hadn't before.
They pulled apart and he started up the engine, easily making their way from the private roads of the cemetery.
"So, I kissed Steve," she stated suddenly and Clint raised an eyebrow at her.
"Were his lips still cold?" He inquired and she let out a laugh.