Chapter 3 Ten minutes later Natasha came out of the bathroom, in a short red dress and heels. Her hair was her usual style, messy but elegant, and she had a gold bracelet and pendant on. She also had a red clutch bag. Clint was just buttoning up his white shirt, his chest still halfway exposed. He was wearing black pants and black shoes, his usual simplistic style. "You're going unarmed?" Clint was shocked that Nat would even think of it. "Yeah,right." She pulled two knifes and a handgun out of the clutch. "Oh, yeah." Clint felt kinda stupid. He shoved his n collapsible bow and quiver in his pocket. The arrows folded over but snapped into place with the touch of a button. A gift from shield after the New York Incident. "Well you look, um , stunning." Clint stuttered out. He hated giving complements, but this time he meant it, he just didn't know how to say it. "Well, you look great too. Ready to go?" Natasha smiled. " oh, erm, yes. The desk said the car was waiting. So lets go!" He replied, offering his arm to her. She gladly linked her arm in his, and they walked to the awaiting car. The restaurant was no less than clint had said. Good drinks, great food, and an amazing view. The Eiffel Tower was so close, and the sky behind it was a shade of blue she had never seen before. It was blue but it was more. Or maybe that was just because of her company that made everything feel better and whole. "Great view isn't it?" Clint said. "Yeah, what do you think?" She replied still staring at the tower. "I think you look more beautiful than any view." He purred. She looked back at him, shocked but faltered, and smiled. "Clint Barton, are you drunk?" She laughed. He was so much more clam when he was just a little intoxicated. "Maybe. But I do know one thing. For one thing, you and I are in love. Sshh, don't deny it Tasha, you loooooove me." Yup, he was drunk. "So, screw that, I wanna be dating you. For real . No more kissing cause no ones watching, no more denying it, just open. So, Natasha Romanoff," he stood and then got down on one knee, holding a rose from the table and said "will you be my for real girlfriend?" She had to laugh at him, but then replied "of course I will." When they embraced, the entire restaurant went crazy, thinking they had witnessed a marriage proposal. The staff even brought out on-the-house champagne, "for the happy couple." A little white lie never hurt, right? The day ended after some sightseeing and shopping, and they returned happily to the room. Clint was already curled up in bed when Natasha was done with her shower. She was still giddy from her romantic day on the town with him. She crawled up behind him, pulling him by the shoulders to face her. "Hey, what happened to sides?" He said half asleep. "Screw it." She pulled him into a kiss, her hands around the back of his neck, his now behind her head. His hand slipped to flow with the curves of her body, pulling them closer. Their arms were intertwined like tree roots around each others bodies. Natasha broke off first, leaving Clint with his mouth half open. "Sorry I just, I can't..." Natasha looked away. "Hey, it's okay, I'm tired anyways. Goodnight." Clint was happy to let her work her way to a more serous relationship. And he would wait, no matter how long she took. But that night they slept in each others arms, no nightmares or worries could ever hurt them there. They we safe for just a little while.
