Chapter Two: Viva Las Vegas

Disclaimer: All characters of 'The Avengers' belongs to Marvel comics and what not. However, KATHERINE is MINE. ^_^ Here goes…
A/N: I'd like to thank Katheryne B for the review and follow, also Mhunter for favourite-ing and toutie743 for following this story. And also to everyone that read this story from the USA to France, much love. This means a lot to me, thanks so much guys. This chapter's for you all.

The next morning at around 10AM, Kat stirred in her bed, stretching freely like a cat. Then she remembered that she didn't go to her room the night before…She stopped moving and sat up all in one second, her bun fell apart and long hair strands covered part of her face. Kat slowly turned to her right to find Clint fast asleep faced down onto the pillow, with one arm around Kat's waist. The girl's eyes widened with sudden realisation and rolled herself right off the bed onto the marble floor.

"Duuude..!" Kat squirmed after landing on her derrière. "My butt…is no more…"

Clint woke up at the thump with a jump. He realised that it was his colleague's clumsiness and chuckled before sitting up. "Are you okay down there?"

"Uh, yep, if you don't count my ass cheeks bruising, I'm alright." Kat grumbled.

"Sorry that I didn't wake you up," the bow master got out of bed and helped the girl to the lounge area in his studio apartment. "You looked so peaceful; I didn't want to wake you."

Kat smiled weakly. "To be fair, I gave you a black eye the last time you woke me up."

The pair laughed and chorused. "Morocco."

After a cup of coffee and mocha (in Kat's case), the guest decided that it was best to leave. Kat gathered her hair into order and headed towards the door. "Well, I should get going."

Clint walked her to the door, not really sure what to make of last night, even though nothing happened. "Thanks for taking care of me last night. You didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, but I wanted to." She smiled deviously. Am I flirting right now? She thought to herself.

Clint nodded, watching her leave. He wasn't really sure why he did what he did. The Clint Barton that he knew would've just left her there and not give a damn, but it seems as though the ruthless bow master has a soft spot for his bright-eyed neighbour. Heavens forbid, as Kat left Clint's suite, her hair all messy and wearing the same clothes she did yesterday, Tony Stark was on his way to Clint's room. Tony knocked repeatedly.

Clint opened with an annoyed expression on his face. "You know there's a thing called a phone, right?"

"Are you and Kat doing the wild thing ?" Tony raised his eye brows.

"What? – No!" Clint frowned. "Why are you at my door, Tony?"

"You haven't heard? I'm the new owl around here since EVERYONE KEEPS USING ME!" the billionaire directed his frustration at the security cameras. "So…Fury wants to see you, I don't know why he can't just use the comms, but all the same."

Clint nodded. "Fine."

"Bring your girlfriend too, lover boy."

"NOT my girlfriend…" he yelled after Tony but the man waved it off. Feeling a little frustrated as ever after confronting the narcissistic (dumb-ass) genius, Clint made his way to Kat's room. He was about to knock when the door opened. "Kat?"

"Clint, I was about to go see you – Fury wants to speak to us." The girl emerged from her room in her new uniform, her hair plaited up and curled into a bun.

"Yeah, I got the same memo, except mine was more annoying." Clint noted as they made their way to the board room.

As they stood in silent, Kat noticed something peculiar. "I wonder why they didn't use the comms for that. Something's up."

In the board room of the Avenger's Tower, the one-eyed General was waiting for the arrival of his two agents, sitting with his arms crossed. They finally arrived together with a slight look of curiosity on their faces. The two agents sat across each other.

"You're probably wondering why there's only two of you in this room," the General said. "I called you both here privately for a mission. One that requires your skillsets."

Clint and Kat exchanged looks. "What's the play?" Clint asked.

"Agent Barton, Agent Torrington, your mission is to infiltrate the Bellagio Casino and retrieve the core of Antonio Acarra's laptop." Fury laid down the information files on the table. "It's a clean ghost protocol; easy in, easy out."

"What happens when he finds out that there's a chunk missing from his gear?" Kat asked, flipping through the pages.

"You'll replace the real core drive with a dummy."

Clint skimmed the files. "What do you need me for?"

Fury headed towards the door. "You, Agent Barton, will be her back up and you'll provide Agent Torrington a clear path. I suggest you replace the explosives on your bows to stunners."

"You don't want us to take Acarra out?" Kat asked, suddenly not the bright and cheerful fuzz ball that she usually was.

"Acarra is an asset to S.H.E.I.L.D and we have orders to 'overlook' this man and secure the device," Fury explained with all seriousness. "You will not come within one metre of him; your mission is the core. Agents?"

Clint and Kat nodded in confirmation and watched Fury exit the room. The two field agents sat in silent for a while, taking in their mission and outlined their every move. Within the hour of accepting their mission, Clint and Kat were on a plane to Las Vegas as night fell.
All was well, until they reached the destined villa with armed guards at the door and corners.

"Ok, Hawkeye, you're up." Kat whispered into the comms, making her way to the elevator in a stunning tight, black crystal-lined gown with her long hair down into a one sided roll.

Guards dropped just as she reached the corner, when Clint stopped shooting and starred at the woman approaching him. He was so preoccupied that one of the guard spotted Kat and the two engaged in a hand's on fight. Clint blew his cover and ran towards the scene by a mere second too late. The bouncer swiped Kat's leg and she hit the floor hard, head first. Clint took him out before helping his partner up. "Hey, look at me."

Kat shook her head and sat up. "We have to keep moving, I'm okay."

Clint was reluctant but he knew she was right. "You go in, I'll cover you."

It took Kat an estimate of two minutes to switch the core of the targeted laptop as Clint cleared the unconscious bodies of bodyguards into an empty room. The mission was successful and the pair headed towards the elevator when there was an eerie 'PING' of the elevator.

"Shit! Acarra!" Kat gritted her teeth.

Clint stopped walking and pushed her against the wall of the hallway, both arms caging her in. "Play along."

As the doors of the elevator slid opened, Antonio Acarra snorted at a couple of drunken idiots making out by the corridor. The girl's right leg was hitched to the man's waist as his hand ran along her smooth thighs. Their kiss deepened as Acarra walked past and it proved to be a successful disguise as he ignored them both. Kat panted heavily when Clint took a breath, releasing her leg from his hold. They hurried into the elevator and jammed the ground floor button, still posing as a couple.

"Sorry about that." Clint said whilst adjusting his bowtie.

Kat, still blushing, pulled down her short dress. "It, ahem, it worked, so we're good."

Clint smirked in amusement at her pink cheeks and offered her his arm. They safely exited the casino and headed to the airport with their gears in hand and a fluttering stomach.
Was it wrong that Clint slightly enjoyed that little stunt?