A smooth pick from Agent May and several hours on the quinjet. Clint and Natasha debrief Coulson by video conference. Not only did Natasha have been handpicked for an undercover assignment, Clint had been requested to the TriSkeleton. To teach recruits, on hand to hand combat and Archery skills. Being told they will only have a few hours once they land, to get their heads clear before departing for their next assignments. Coulson advising them submit their reports immediately so they won't have to worry once they land.
Rolling his eyes, Clint made a face, not only was he rushed to finish a report, and try to relax. Now he had to prepare to train a class of inexperienced/ not even agents recruits at the place he would rather die than be at, the TriSkeleton. If he knew better, they were sending him somewhere where he would have to behave, while his partner was gone.
Natasha sitting back in her seat, while she typed up her report. Tired and wasn't in the mood to act like someone else. Feeling drain and nauseous, opening her email to read who and what her mission was going to be. Clint taking the seat next to her, made the hair on her body stand on end. She felt like a magnet being pulled towards him. Trying to focus on the email in front of her when the name Tony Stark pulled her from her senses.
"Oh No!" She almost shouted eyes wide. Clint startled by her voice.
"What?" He asked, though he started reading the email displayed on the screen. Not able to control the laugh that came out, the humor from the email. Natasha was going to have to go undercover as a legal aid for Stark Industries and would have to survey Tony Stark. Because Fury felt he was reckless. Even giving Natasha permission to contain Stark if necessary.
"Ha, I thought I was going to have to babysit." Clint laughing still. Natasha just buried her face in her hands, while she balanced the laptop on her thighs.
"Why do I need to deal with this guy?" She complained. Annoyed by his laughing she pinch Clint on the backside of the his well muscular biceps.
"Owwwwuch, Nat let go." Clint whined and giggled at the same time trying to get out of her painful hold. Natasha letting go of his arm. Pissed off she got up, setting the computer on the other side of her. Before moving towards the oversized bathroom/locker room. Not feeling like she could not turn off her mind, especially not in the right mind to become Natalie Rushman. In the locker room, rummaged through the lockers trying to find some clean clothes to change into. Finding a S.H.I.E.L.D tank top and a zip-up hoodie, she unzipped her uniform walking over to the sink. Peeling out the top of her uniform, splashing the cool water on to her face. Taking a couple deep breaths as she splashed more water over her shoulders.
"You ok?" Clint asked, as he pressed the door closed, leaning against it. She standing there with her uniform hanging off her hips, a her black sports bra only thing on her top half. She looked at him, through the reflection of the mirror.
"Yeah, just need to get my head straight before dealing this next assignment." She told him, as she put the tank top on, followed by the hoodie. He admired the way, Natasha dedication to her work. Just leaving one mission, injured and now trying to focus for her next mission.
"I get it, that just means you get more time off when you get back." He tried to cheer her up. 'How long is it going to be until we see each other again?' He thought to himself selfishly, starting to miss her.
"At least I won't have to play by the rules and have every move be watched." She teased him, Natasha coming over to the wall he was leaning against. She sled down it, sitting on the floor. He sat beside her, fighting the urge to hold her hand or put his arm around her. He just wanted some type of physical connection with her.
"Don't remind me. Not only that, Fury is going to be on my ass." He rolled his eyes, turning to look at her.
She wanted so badly to put her head on his shoulder and cuddle into him. Like those times whenever that had a terrible mission. One time particular, when she got really sick with the flu and he took care of her. She remembered waking up, her fever broken, she was cuddled against his body. His was wrapped around her protectively. She always remember that feeling when things were bad. His sleeping face at peace, a picture in her mind. She fell back asleep before he could wake up, she didn't want to ruin the moment. Whenever she thought of the idea of being in a loving relationship, that moment and feeling is what comes to mind.
"Did it say how long you were to be at the Triskeleton?" She asked him, trying to pull her hair back into a ponytail. Immediately being reminded of her injury, that screamed at her trying to reach above her head.
"Let me" He said seeing her struggle, turning his torso. She had to move her whole body to allow him to help her. "I don't know, guess until your mission is done." As he gather the hair in one hand, while the other combed through her hair. Her silky smooth hair in his hands, once he tied off her hair, his hands rested on top of her shoulders. His thumb rubbing back and forth on the exposed skin on her neck.
A strong buzz of electricity hummed through her body, by his touch. Very slowly she reached up, with her non-injured side and placed her hand on top of his. Giving it a gentle squeeze, both sitting there together in a quiet moment. Neither one waiting to pull move.
"Barton, Fury is on the line for you" Agent May called over the loudspeaker. Dissolving the moment they shared.
Clint giving her a squeeze at the base of her neck, before letting her go.
Natasha eyes remained closed, she felt Clint stand up from behind her. Hearing the door open and shut just as quickly. Her body relax and in the pit of her stomach, she craved for more.
Standing up she gather herself together and before taking her seat back. Getting into the mindset of who she was going to have to become, Natalie Rushman. Rereading the email and the details of her mission.
Off the quintjet, Natasha gather her bag and headed off to her room. This was the only place she ever really called home, or a normal regular place she had slept. Finally getting out of her uniform and into a shower. Letting the warm water run over her body, 'Best feeling after mission' she thought to herself.
Climbing out of the shower she quickly dried, wrapping the towel around her chest. Coming back into her bedroom, a large suitcase was delivery before she had returned. It was everything that she needed to become Natalie Rushman.
Clint meeting Coulson in his office, giving him a full report of the mission. To include Natasha minor battlefield injury.
"How many times have I told you two, to stop stitching each other up, in the field. She should have been medevaced, and being seen in the med ward now. Instead she is getting ready for another assignment." Coulson spoke loudly.
"We both know, she won't go to med ward." Clint told him, pacing the width of the desk.
"Do I need to send medic to check her injury?" Coulson asked.
"No, the bleeding had subsided after the stitches were in place. She will just be a little sore." Clint told him reassuring Coulson and himself too. Natasha looked and acted find once they were on the quinjet. Pushing down the worry he felt her.
"Anything else you to report?" Coulson asked, giving Clint a questionable look.
Clint thinking through the mission, only to stop at the moment Natasha was in his arms, and the moment they shared sitting on the floor in the bathroom.
"Nothing else to report, Sir." Clint responded like the good soldier he attempted to act like.
"Go get ready for D.C., see you when you return." Coulson dismissing him.
Clint heading to the barracks, in the below ground levels. He slowed his pace as he approach the Natasha room. Stopping at her door, tapping on the door.
"Come-in Barton." Natasha yelled from inside, recognizing his knock.
Opening the seeing, what sort of looked like Natasha, but high-class/high-maintenance version of her. She was wearing a high waisted skirt, with an emerald green button down top. Her bright red hair pinned up in curlers. Face full of makeup.
"Look at you. Going somewhere special?" Clint joked, amazed how she can flip that switch. She went from mission in the desert for 5 days to a cleaned up, beauty of a woman.
"You know, a girl has to work for a living, even if it's spying on a billionaire, that made a superhero suit and announced it to the world." Natasha said not impressed by her assignment.
"I just got done reporting to Coulson. I told him about your injury." He told her, as he prepared for something to be thrown at him.
"You shouldn't have done that. I have a flight to catch." She reminded him that she would be leaving soon. Sadness plagued him, he didn't want her to go. Didn't know when or how long it would be until he saw her again.
"Nat, promise me you will be safe?" He asked of her.
"Really? It's undercover. I am employed as a legal assistant. I don't think I will be doing anything life threatening." She said as she zipped her suitcase up.
"Danger seems to follow you. Especially when you look like that." He tried to warn her, though she did look amazing.
"I am trying to catch Tony Stark's eye." She told him. Feeling a little guilty, she didn't want any other man looking at her, the way Clint was looking at her in that moment. His hazel eyes meeting her green ones, both trying to find filler conversation. Avoiding their impending departure. Both wanting to say something more to the other.
Getting ahold of his nerves, he stood up and moved towards her. Her eyes widen, as the space between them became less. Placing his skilled hands on her biceps.
"Be safe. Don't do anything stupid." He whispered to her. Before pulling her into his arms, wrapping around her.
She was caught off go, not expecting this from him.
"I will." She told him, holding on to the connection she felt right then with him.
A rapid knock on the door, both jumping at the sound.
"Agent Romanoff, Ready to go to the airport?" The young agent shouted from the other side of the door.
"Just a second." She yelled. Undoing the curlers in her hair, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. Shaking her hair loose. Clint mesmerized by the way she transformed into a different person in front of his eyes. She adjusted her clothing slightly, before slipping into her high heels.
"Natalie Rushman" She extended her hand to him, speaking in tone low seductive voice.
"Nice to meet you. May I walk you out?" Clint shocked by the change to her persona. Wanting more time with her before she left. As this would be the last time he would see her for some time.
"No, I can manage." She said in her Natalie Rushman voice. Pulling her purse over her shoulder. "Behave while I am gone." She told him. Giving him a rare smile.
"Only if I have too." He responded before she left the room.
Just like that she was gone, leaving him to filled with misery and worry. If they were on mission together him would watch out for her. She is out on her own. He wasn't naive, she was an assassin, more so than him. But he didn't like the mission she was given, not around a guy like Tony Stark. Who could take and have what he wants.
Taking in a deep breath, inhaling the smell he loves so much. Leaving Natasha room and closing the door behind him. He could hear the tapping of Natasha high heels on the concrete floors. As he went to pack and prepare for his assignment.