"So our new prey, Mr. Andras Demeter and Miss Felicia Theron," Clint said holding Natasha feet as she did sit-ups, "What can you tell me about them?"

"Well, Mr. Demeter is a handsome, wealthy billionaire that makes a living off selling illegal war weapons, while maintaining a reputation of being a partying playboy," said Natasha reaching her final 100th sit-up, "Your turn!"

Clint and Natasha switched places and Natasha held Clint's feet as he effortlessly began his sit-ups. Natasha tried not to get distracted by Clint's six pack showing from beneath his tight work out shirt.

"Now tell me about this Felicia Theron… what does she have to do Demeter?" said Natasha avoiding looking at Clint's flexing body.

"Well, she is Demeter's right hand woman… If we can get her to crack, she can tell us anything we want to know."

"Well it just so happens that Mr. Demeter is throwing a party tonight at his mansion on the border of the city and Miss Theron will be there. We'll need different disguises and names if we're going to slip in the party," said Natasha.

Clint finished his hundred sit-ups and laid back on his workout mat to catch his breath.

"By what means of interrogation will you be taking?"

"Whatever is necessary to get the information I need," Natasha answered bluntly.

"Same," Clint responded with a smile, "You wanna lift some weights?"

Natasha smiled and they both crossed the empty hotel gym to the weights. Natasha picked up some 100 pound dumbbells and began lifting. Clint walked over to the bench press and slid two 70 pound weights on each side of the bar bell, laid down, and began lifting. Natasha stopped lifting the dumbbells and slyly looked over her shoulder to glance at Clint's muscular body. With every lift of the weights, his strong arms flexed and became more apparent. She had never realized how fit Clint was. She couldn't stop staring at him. She wanted him to hold her in his strong arms again, like he had the night before; she wanted to feel safe and secure, like nothing could hurt her as long as he held her. Natasha shook herself from her daze and continued lifting weights. Eventually, the dumbbells were getting too easy for her, so she walked over to the Clint's bench press.

"Alright hot stuff, it's my turn," said Natasha as Clint moved off the bench and she slipped into his spot.

Natasha began lifting the 280 pounds like it was a child. Clint tried not to look in the direct area of the chest, for every time Natasha lifted the weights her sports bra would reveal much more cleavage than usual. He decided to admire her beautiful body; her flat, toned stomach, lovely legs, and voluptuous curves in all the right places. Natasha seemed to have noticed him eyeing her and smiled.

"Like what you see?" asked Natasha, bringing Clint back to Earth.

"Oh Uh… I-I was just going to say that you have a very beautiful body, Tasha," Clint remarked embarrassingly, trying to find something else in the room to look at.

"You don't have to be so embarrassed about it," said Natasha as she slid out from under the bar bell and walked up to Clint, "Because I feel the same way about you."

"Really?" Clint asked, surprised.

"Yep," said Natasha getting close and wrapping an arm around his neck and the other placed on Clint's hard chest.

"Tasha," Clint murmured softly, staring into Natasha's bright, green eyes.

"Shhhhh," Natasha whispered seductively into Clint's ear, making him flinch.

Natasha stared into Clint's deep eyes. Slowly, Clint moved forward; Natasha did the same. Before their lips touched, Natasha began to smile.

"What's so funny?" asked Clint disappointingly.

"You've just witnessed my method of interrogation, Mr. Barton," Natasha said smiling satisfyingly.

"Damn, you're good…," said Clint, embarrassed that he actually fell for it, "Well, might as well practice it now, you'll be needing it for tonight. We'd better go get ready," said Clint taking a deep breath.

"Alright let's go, Bird Brain," laughed Natasha as they headed out of the hotel gym.