Chapter 2 - The Game

"What the hell are you doing here?" Clint exclaimed before he could stop himself. He quickly covered his mouth as he realised what he had said.

"What are you talking about, Brandt?" Ethan asked as he closed the door before coming back. That's when he noticed the shattered coffee cup beside Clint's leg. "I'm not going to pick that up." Ethan said as he pointed towards the broken cup.

"That's fine, I'll do it." Natasha replied as she walked closer to Clint who moved back a step. It wasn't that he was scared of her. Okay, maybe a little but it's the fact that she's angry which is what scaring Clint. An angry Natasha means trouble. Real bad trouble.

"No, no. It's fine. I'll do it." Clint said quickly as he picked up the pieces. He didn't want to get scratched by her. At least not yet. Not Infront of his team. Natasha grinned from ear to ear. She's going to have so much fun at playing Natalie. While Clint picked up the pieces, both Jane and Benji stood up from their positions to greet the new trainee.

"Hey, I'm Jane." Jane said smilingly, sticking her hand out for Natasha to shake. "Welcome to the team."

"Hi." Natasha replied as sweetly as she could. It felt too foreign for her to speak like this. If she was in her Full Natasha form, she would have just nodded and gave a deathly glare at the women for eyeing her man.

"And I'm Benjamin Dunn. But call me Benji. That's how I like it." Benji said with his happy, chirpy voice. Natasha smiled back. She had heard a lot about him from Clint. Mainly it involved how much good of a hacker he is and if he had the power he would snatch him up from IMF.

"Natalie." She replied slowly.

By that time, Clint had already picked up the coffee cup pieces. He was now starring at Natasha's movement. Or rather how flirty she was being towards him, causing Jane to scowl a little.

"And what should I call you, Mr Brandt?" She asked Clint teasingly. "Will or Cl-"

"Just call me, Will." He said quickly before she could utter his real name out. What the fuck is wrong with her? He had no idea why Natasha was mentioning his real name.

"Will." She said with her evil smile sending shivers down Clint's back. Meanwhile Ethan had gone back in his room to get something.

"So Natalie, is this your first time in the field?" Jane asked coming between Natasha and Clint.

"No, second." The red-head said looking at Jane. "I was stationed At Chicago two days back. Before I could greet myself to the team, I saw them blown up into pieces." Everyone felt a little uncomfortable at her response besides Clint who knew that it had happened once with her two-men SHIELD team. After that she always took solo assignments. Never in a team unless it's with Clint.

"I'm just gonna go and make some coffee." Benji said awkwardly before he disappeared through the corner.

"Make yourself at home." Jane said, feeling pity at the new trainee before she followed after the computer expert. Clint took this moment to his advantage and pulled a smirking Natasha in his room by her arm before slamming her on the wall and closing his room's door.

"What the hell are you doing here, Nat?" He screeched just as he pressed her against the wall with his body. The widow just smiled back at him.

"I love it when you get like this." She said with a flirty smile as Clint gave her an angry look.

"Fine." She sighed after few seconds. "I'm here because I missed you." She said again as she tried to wrap her arms around Clint's neck but he moved them away.

"We could have talked on the phone. This is not a reason to barge in here like that, Nat. these people trust me. I'm underco-"

"What about me?" she said angrily cutting him off, going back in her Black widow form. "Clint, you were off the grid for nearly two months! No contact, no warning. I didn't even knew if you were alive. IMF doesn't care about its agents that much. But SHIELD does. They take care of their own."

Clint was silent at her sudden outburst.

"Nat—"

"I came here to see if you were okay." She said again, cutting him off.

"Things got really bad in here, Nat. IMF dissolving, the syndicate… it was just all over the place. And for that I needed to go off grid for few weeks." He reasoned. He knew that Natasha would be angry but he didn't except for her to barge in here like this.

"I don't care about IMF. They're bunch of Cold War freaks! You could have at least tipped me off." She said with a red face.

"I didn't get a chance." He started before being cut off again.

"That's not an explanation. It might be for SHIELD but for me it's not.' She countered back at him moving a little closer to his body. "I was worried for you, Clint. Everyone was. They were worried about their favourite archer. And when I got the news you were back on radar, I came here."

"But you were in Peru few hours ago, for a deep undercover mission?"

"Well, I... I lied." She hesitated just as Clint raised her eyebrows at her.

"Oh, so you lied to me?" Clint scoffed at her. Natasha threw him a glare.

"Look who's talking Mr I-didn't-get-a-chance." She scoffed back.

"Hey!"

"Stop with your hey. I'm not Coulson." She said again with a red face. "I'm still angry for what you did." Clint sighed at her anger.

"Maybe I can do something good in return as a peace offering." he said as he moved his body more closer to her. He knew her emotions would be all over the place right now hence her bio-polar mood. He was hoping he could distract her enough to calm her down. He doesn't want to be on her bad side.

"I'm not going to let you go off this easily, Barton." She said noticing what Clint was trying to do. But seeing as Clint's hands weren't in his control, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck just as Clint pulled the clip out of her hair. She knew he liked her hair open. "I'm not just here to see you. I'm here to cause problems for you and your team. I have this burning hatred against IMF for stealing you from me. Especially against that brown head agent." Clint raised his eye brows at her. He knew she was talking about Jane. He pushed her against the wall harder and moved his face against her neck, dropping small kisses on her shoulder blades. Clint could literally feel Natasha's heart beat rise as he got closer to her soft spot.

"But, I'm still yours, Nat. Besides it was your idea for sending me here in the first place. Remember the bet?"

"Well, I... I…" she hesitated a little. "Hey, stop with the tickle." She said suddenly as she wiggled in his arms but he kept her steady. He's not letting her go that easily. It's been ages he had seen her. Welcome or not welcomed, deep down he was glad she was here.

"I didn't know it would turn out like this. I only hoped for you to stay few weeks but fury made you stay here longer than necessary." She said with a small scoff after she got the tickling feeling under control. Clint was still roaming his hands around her body.

"Well, he's the boss, after all. Besides, I'm IMF's information box, feeding Intel to fury from time to time." Clint replied as Natasha scowled in response.

"I don't care, I'm still going to make your life a living hell. Good luck with explaining this to your IMF team." Clint laughed weakly.

"You're joking, right?" He asked her unsurely as he pulled his head back. Natasha gave him a look.

"Do I look like I joke, Barton?"

"Holy shit. Nat, you can't…" Clint cursed just as Natasha gave him an evil smile. She pulled her lips closer to his ear.

"Think of this as a revenge game, baby." She said with a wink. "And don't bother telling Coulson about this. It was his idea. I'm only executing it." She whispered again, slowly as she peaked him on the lips before unwinding her arms and walking out of his room, leaving the archer sexually frustrated and emotionally pissed.