disclaimer: nope. no owning.
'I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me'
-lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
Clint gritted his teeth as Natasha sauntered off into the bathroom with a tall man.
'Going in,' Natasha hissed, looking around as if she was trying to see how easy it was to fuck this guy and get all the secrets that she needed. But of course, all the guests at Stark's fancy party saw a girl, checking to see if she could fuck a guy quickly. Lovers, they guessed.
No, it wasn't that he would hear him panting and grinding against her. It was that she would be panting and grinding against him. It wasn't hard to squint and see Bucky Barnes.
'So,' Clint groaned, 'You and Bucky, huh? First love...let him call you baby?'
'First taste of freedom,' Natasha murmured as she placed open-mouthed kisses on his old battle scars. Clint could practically hear the smirk on her lips. 'Nowhere near first love...baby.'
'Freedom?'
'Soviet Union wasn't big on letting their test subjects go free, and do you really want to talk about this now?' she whispered as she leaned forward and straddled Clint.
'Nope.'
Clint turned on his mic after about three minutes, assuming that this mark was an early finisher and he was right. He could hear the guy mumbling about how great she was, maybe they should date, could they do this again sometime, and Clint had to resist the urge to storm over and smack him in the face.
'Hey, honey,' Natasha said in a sickly sweet voice. Clint smiled, before remembering that that was directed towards the guy.
'Ugh,' he muttered, before taking off his mic. He usually reveled in hearing Natasha gently coax the information she needed out of the mark, but today? Definitely not today,
He sat there for a few minutes, looking down at the bathroom window. He could just about see the shock of Natasha's red hair, the brown of the guy's. He blinked, turned away to look at a particular raindrop that looked funny and snapped back to the bathroom to see that the man had Natasha pinned against the wall, his hand in a fist.
Clint calmly pulled on his microphone again.
'Hey Nat,' he said quietly. 'Black Widow. Need me to intervene?'
The guy said something to Natasha and she nodded, her eyes flicking towards Clint. He pulled a stunning arrow from his quiver and aimed at the guy's crotch area and let go, the arrow whizzing through the window, slicing through his trousers and sent a massive electric shock coursing through his body. Natasha's mouth quirked up at the corner, before sliding the zipper up her dress and climbing out of the window.
'Sweet dreams,' Clint muttered as Natasha slid under some bars.
'The crotch, though?'
'Bastard deserved it.'
Within minutes, Natasha was high up on the same building porch as him, smiling as he bent over to kiss her. He tasted an unfamiliar taste in her mouth, and licked it out.