Author's notes: okay, this chapter is kinda short, but it seemed like a good place to stop.

I'll try to get another chapter posted tonight!

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Here's Chapter 3

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They landed right around sunset in Budapest, Clint watched Natasha as the brilliant hues of the setting sun splashed across her face. The light making her red hair stand out even more, he ached to reach out and brush the stray lock of hair out of her face, but knew that action would probably end up with a very angry spider and a broken hand for him.

Natasha stirred as the Quinjet started its decent to the small airport on the outskirts of the town. As she woke up she was aware of his gaze on her again, she peeked through the curtain of hair covering her face and was drawn to the intensity in his blue-grey storm cloud eyes. The way he was looking at her took her back to the first time she ever made eye contact with him, the confidence and aggression that bled from every pore called to the wildness she knew was bottled up inside her.

Knowing he would notice she was awake any second now Natasha blinked her eyes open and stretched her stiff muscles with a barely audible purr. She shot Clint a smirk when she heard him swallow tightly.

"How'd you sleep?" Clint asked her, still watching her every move intently. Natasha shrugged her shoulders and cracked her neck before standing up and striding towards the cockpit, stopping just short of his chair.

"Just fine considering I was curled up on a tiny seat for over seven hours." She absentmindedly pushed her sleep mussed hair back from her face as she took in the last few rays of light as the sun slipped behind the horizon. Clint just nodded not wanting to break the peaceful moment.

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As Clint watched the rays of sun play across Natasha's face he knew instantly when she woke. He didn't stop his study of her however, even though he was almost positive she was eyeing him through her hair.

But it was worth it when she slowly opened her brilliant emerald eyes still blurry from sleep, and to his total surprise she purred when she stretched, like a damn cat! And if that wasn't enough to turn him on she turned those bright green eyes on him and smirked!

"How'd you sleep?" Clint somehow managed to get the words out of his suddenly dry mouth.

"Just fine considering I was curled up on a tiny seat for over seven hours." Then she moved closer and he was enveloped in the warm vanilla scent that was purely Natasha, and he was a goner. Clint had no idea how he was going to get through this assignment without wringing Vexx's neck for even looking at her.

Clint thought back to the aftermath of the mess in Colombia when Natasha had found him down at the range ready to explode with all the emotion he had bottled up inside. After only icy silence from the Black Widow the entire year he had been at SHIELD, she was the last person he expected to see that night. Under the confidence that tints the air around her Clint could sense a common darkness inside, something he could relate to.

It turned out that Natasha and several bottles of vodka finally helped ease some of the guilt Clint felt was eating at his soul. And when she had tentatively brushed her lips against his Clint breathed her in like a man drowning. Her very essence was a lifeline that he gripped with both hands, then it stopped as soon as it started, and Natasha had disappeared. Clint wasn't even sure she remembered any of it as she had returned to her regular icy distance, and he was left drowning in his guilt again.

The steady beeping of the autopilot jerked Clint from his thoughts and he grabbed the toggles and pointed the plane to the runway approaching in the distance.

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Four Hours Later…

Within the confines of the rather small safe house Clint paced back and forth, tugging incessantly at the tie around his neck. He hated the way his jacket constricted his shoulders, but Natasha had insisted that it was what he needed to wear, so here he was dressed in this monkey suit.

"You know tugging at the tie like that is just going to make it tighter." Natasha's voice floated out from behind him as she stepped out of the bedroom. Clint turned, a smart ass reply on his lips, but it died when he saw her.

She was wearing an emerald green corset, that perfectly matched her eyes, with a small bustle on the behind and her legs seemed to go on forever in high stockings and stilettos. Her fiery red hair was pinned back from her face and fell in ringlets to her shoulders.

Clint swallowed and made sure his eyes were not giving away the fact that he was practically salivating for a taste of the smooth skin stretching over her collarbone.

Natasha simply arched an eyebrow at him, "What? Too conservative? I'm sure I could find something more revealing if you think that would help get me closer to Vexx." Clint's eyes swept her from head to toe again, then he met her eyes.

"I'm supposed to be a businessman with a 'companion' correct?" Natasha just nodded, not entirely sure what he was getting at. "Well I think you shouldn't look too trashy or no one will take me seriously." He cocked one eyebrow and smirked at her. "I need a classy escort and you fit the bill, Red."

"Glad I can live up to your standards Barton." She rolled her eyes as she searched for a place to holster her blades.

"I don't think you have very many places to hide those in an outfit like that." Clint immediately raised his hands in apology when he was glared down. He watched in curiosity as she made at least three blades disappear into her corset. "Remind me to never cross you in a dark alley Spidey." Natasha just looked innocently at him.

"What Barton, don't think you could take little old me in heels?" The innocent look turned into a wicked smile as Natasha headed towards the door. "Aren't you coming?" She added when there was no smart ass reply.

"I just almost feel bad for Vexx, he's never gonna know what hit him." Clint let a rare smile break across his face as Natasha slipped her hand into his arm and they headed toward the brothel.

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So, a little angsty there for Clint. But who's curious about that Colombia mission? haha

Thanks for reading! More action to come in the next chapter!