I apologize for the long delay but life happens and I have almost no control over it. I'm really sorry but thank you so much for the interest in this story! Thank you for your reviews, favorites and follows!
This one's shorter but I hope it satisfies you! As always, please let me know what I can work on!
Disclaimer: Same as chapter one!
Manhattan was already popular due to Iron Man but with everything that happened with the Avengers, it had turned into one -if not the most- tourist filled city in the world. Nightclubs were constantly packed with people dancing and drinking but thankfully Tony knew quite a few places that were exclusively for people of high status and would provide a confidential and secured place to entertain Natasha. Of course, neither confidential nor secured necessarily meant appropriate as Steve had found out. When Tony had mentioned a place called Hush-Hush, Steve had actually thought it would involve a nice, quiet place where people went to relax. One of these days, Steve would learn that his definition of nice and quiet was quite different from Tony's. One day.
Hush-Hush was a nightclub located at the edge of the city, a large building with two levels of entertainment with tinted windows which made it impossible to take pictures of the guests having a good time. This provided a sense of privacy and people outside would not know what they were up to, thus the name. Just getting inside was a hassle unless, of course, it was Tony Stark wanting access. All in all, Steve had to admit the place wasn't too bad. It was clean, classy and it looked comfortable enough but he really didn't like so many flashing neon lights all over the place.
"This is incredible!" Natasha gleefully shouted, raising her arms and doing a quick spin to show just how excited she was. After an hour of going through her clothing, Natasha had settled on a black mini dress she had worn for a mission awhile back; the plunging neckline attracting lustful stares which she returned with a seductive smile. "This is going to be so much fun!" She exclaims as Tony tells a waitress what they'll have to drink.
Once seated in a private booth on the second floor overlooking the dance floor, Clint pulls Natasha back down to sit next to him, not wanting to let her out of his sight as the waitress sets their drinks on the table. "You're already here. Now sit down and drink."
"Clint, you can only have so much fun sitting down and I don't think that's what the lady had in mind when wanting to go out." The glare Tony receives does nothing to shut him up. "Unless, this is the kind of fun you were talking about?" He asks Natasha who's pouting at Clint.
"Of course not. I want to go and get my freak on with some sexy men." She replies with a whine. "And maybe some cute girls." She winks at Tony causing Steve to choke on his drink. As Tony slaps his friend's back, Clint sighs, knowing he's being a tad ridiculous. "Come on, Clint, dance with me?"
Not needing time to think about it, he answers, "Go. But stay where I can see you. I swear Nat, if you move away I will drag you back home myself."
"Yes, dad. I'll stay where you can see me but don't complain if you see me getting friendly with people. A girl's got needs you know." Natasha says before rushing off down the stairs and unto the dance floor.
"What, you don't want to get your freak on?" Tony grins at the way Clint's barely able to hold his frustration in. They watch as men begin to approach her and Tony decides to keep talking before Clint hops over the railing and starts beating people up. "Look, just let her have some fun then we can all go back to the way things were."
"Do you honestly think things will go back to the way they were? For all I know, Natasha's going to kill you then run off somewhere not wanting to be found."
"As if I'm the only one she'll want to kill, you brought her here." Tony says before taking a sip of his drink.
Clint clenches his fists. "Because you suggested it!"
"At least she's having a good time, right? I'd say that's the important thing here."
"A good time? Dancing with random strangers is not her idea of a good time."
"Could have fooled me, just look at her go." Clint's mouth practically drops to the floor as he watches Natasha grind against one of the men. She's definitely going to kill them once this is all over.
"We're dead."
Tony takes another drink. "I don't know. Maybe we can use the footage I have of her singing in the limo as blackmail or something."
"You recorded that? What the hell is wrong with you?" Clint drops his head into his hands with a sigh. "We're so dead."
"At least we'll die with the knowledge she knows Girls Just Want To Have Fun. Did you know she can sing?"
"Yes. But don't ever mention that. Again."
"Maybe she won't remember anything after the effects wear off." Tony and Clint give Steve an incredulous look. "We don't know how it will affect her, don't jump to conclusions just yet is all I'm saying."
Clint sighs then takes another shot of whisky. "If only we could all have your naive way of thinking, Captain." Instead of replying, Steve continues to enjoy his drink. Not wanting to make things worse by starting an arguement.
"Maybe you're the one with the wrong way of thinking." Steve sighs, of course Tony would want to continue.
Almost half an hour of dancing and drinking later, Natasha joins her teammates once more, looking a bit out of breath. "Clint, come and dance with me. Just once, please?" She pleads again like she's done during the last thrty minutes.
"I already told you, I'm not going to go out and make a fool out of myself."
"Come on, dance with me to make up for not taking me to a strip club. Unless, you've changed your mind and want to go?"
Clint scoffs. "That's not going to happen. Why don't you take Steve? I'm sure he won't mind."
"What? I-I can't dance! If you can even call that," He points towards the dance floor. "Dancing. That's more like people getting, uh, getting intimate with their clothes on!" He stutters and even in the dim atmosphere his blush is visible."And besides, Tony's a much better dancer than I am."
"You're right, Captain, I am. Let's go get intimate, Ms. Romanoff." Tony answers as he pulls Natasha towards the dance floor, ignoring the protests from Clint.
"Steve, I have no words for what you've just done."
Steve runs a hand through his hair, wanting something to happen to take the attention away from him. "Would you believe me if I said it was the alcohol?"
Before Clint can answer, they turn to the dance floor at the sound of screams. Steve immediately regrets his previous thought as he watches Tony fight with another man. They quickly make their way down to where the man is currently rolling on the ground with Tony, trying to punch the Iron Man's lights out. Clint grabs Natasha -who's just watching with wide eyes- and shoves her against Steve before pulling the man off Tony. "You must be really stupid to pull this kind of a stunt on us."
"Clint, let me handle this." Tony mumbles as he clumsily stands up and gets in the man's face. "You must be really stupid to pull this kind of a stunt on us." Clint rolls his eyes, wondering just how hard the Iron Man must have gotten hit to be acting like a drunken fool, slur and all. Clint begins to move away from the dance floor to continue his interrogation, trying to avoid the crowd when Steve's shout causes him to turn back around.
"Tony? Hey, Tony, what's wrong?" Steve asks as he just manages to catch Tony before he falls flat on his face. "Tony!" That's when Clint notices a small dart sticking out of Tony's neck. Turning to the man, he shoves his fists in the stranger's shirt, giving him a death glare that has him trembling in seconds.
"What did you give him?" The man starts to shake his head, moving his arms in fear.
"I-I didn't! It wasn't me! I swear! The girl, the girl gave me a hundred bucks to punch the next guy she danced with. It was her idea, I swear I didn't know nothing about no drugs!"
"I didn't know anything about any drugs!" Tony mumbles incoherently, correcting the man even while under the influence of whatever was given to him. Clint turns to face Natasha, feeling his blood go cold when he realizes she's nowhere in sight.
"Steve, where is she?" He asks with dread, already knowing this will not end good.
Steve looks up from where he's crouching next to Tony and shrugs his shoulders. "She said she was going to the restroom. You don't think-"
"That she gave us the slip? Set up this diversion to get away? I don't think, I know she did! Damn it!" Clint pushes the man unto the ground, ignoring his cry of surprise. "I'll kill her."
"Not if she kills you first. Then she'll officially be a black widow." Tony snickers. "Get it? Because that's her name and you're practically her husband!" Tony passes out before Clint can knock him out with his fists.
"We have to find her and quick before she does something even more stupid."
Steve pulls Tony up and wraps a limp arm around his shoulders. "But she's not thinking like a spy, right?"
"She shot Tony, planned an escape and used a patsy to keep us distracted. I think it's safe to say she is." He says picking up the dart from the ground. Regular tranquilizer. "And I'll say she's just as dangerous if not more since we have no idea what she's up to. We need to find her. Now."
So, there you go. Like I said, kind of short but it should hold you off until the next chapter which will show just what Natasha's been up to. Let me say this, she's up to no good. Well, by normal standards she's up to no good but she sure doesn't see it that way. Let me know what you think? Thanks!