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Clint's eyes stared into Natasha's intently. At first Natasha thought of all the ways she could get out of the situation. She could jump up and back so that her hands were in front of her and then twist so she could lock him in a choke-hold. Another one she considered was kneeing him in the gut and throwing him to the floor, choking him from behind until he tapped out. But something in Clint's eyes made her stop. They told her not to move.

Clint slowly and carefully began to lean his head down toward hers.

What am I doing? Clint thought. He didn't know what was coming over him. In the past he had romantic feelings for Natasha, and he always had a nagging discomfort when he was around her that suggested those feelings never went away. But Natasha, or Black Widow, was his partner. Clint told himself to go for it, but Hawkeye told him that he was foolish to compromise such a relationship as theirs.

He paused as the realization that kissing her could jeopardize their work hit him. He was not even four inches from her face and was about to pull away. Just then, Natasha's lips fiercely crashed into his.

She had wanted this too. Not in a sappy romance, drooling-over-the-man way, but deep down Natasha always felt…okay, when she was around him. She didn't have a home, but Clint was always there for her. He was the one constant in her life. Maybe she had even thought about a relationship with him, but she pushed those feelings away, not wanting any more complications in her life. But this time, she couldn't help it.

After the initial shock subsided, not even a few seconds later, Clint was kissing Natasha back with even more force than she was. He forced her mouth open and kissed her fully. Clint's hands released Natasha's and moved to the sides of her face. Hers quickly moved to his hips and pulled them toward her own. Clint then pushed Natasha back into the wall and pressed his body against hers. From their thighs to their abdomens, there was no room between them. His upper back was slightly curved and his was neck bent. Her body stretched up to meet him and her neck was craned. Their bodies fit together perfectly.

There was only one problem: Natasha hated to be closed in. No matter how much she trusted Clint, she always needed a way out, another option. She wanted Clint more than anything else at the moment, even more than a good fight, although she would never admit it. Natasha wanted to kiss him, to feel him, to be with him, but she couldn't be trapped.

Clint pressed himself harder to her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. This, however, caused Natasha to tense up for just a moment. Clint began to pull away ever so slightly when he felt this. Natasha began to relax though as a thought hit her and she pulled him back.

Slowly and torturously, Natasha wrapped her right leg around Clint's body and slid her thigh up to his hip. His left hand moved from her face, down the length of her upper body, around her butt, and to the inside of her knee cap, hoisting her up and even closer to himself.

Thank god, he took the bait. Natasha thought as she swiftly flipped his body with her leg and pinned Clint against the wall. She was no longer trapped and could focus on the task in front of her. Her hands ran up his abdomen and chest, all the way to the back of his neck. The hand that Clint still had on Natasha's face moved down, grazed her breast lightly, and wrapped around her body. He pulled her closer, as close as physics would allow.

He felt her smile in their kiss and she slowly and methodically swayed her hips into his. This motion cause a deep moan to escape from the back of Clint's throat. Natasha's smile grew wider and then, in an instant, disappeared. She removed her thigh from Clint's hip, slid her hand down to his chest and pulled away from the kiss.

Clint was confused. What is she doing? He thought. Then she pushed herself backwards and looked up at him. Her face was cold, calculating, and deadly. It was the look Black Widow was known for, but it didn't reach her eyes. Clint was really puzzled now.

Natasha took a few steps backwards until she was about five feet away. A smile began to play on her lips and a look of desire filled her eyes. Clint knew what this meant. She was teasing him, being cruel—another thing she was known for. He took a step toward her, a smile breaking out across his face. Then, Natasha turned and walked straight out of the training room.

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