Hello, I am back! After a lot of writing and re-writing this chapter, I finally got it how I wanted! I know most of you guys are waiting for some action, and I promise, it's coming, I just wanted to add something sweet. Since this is technically Clintasha, I did want to throw a little romance inside, because, ya know, gotta change it up a bit sometimes right? So here's this chapter, it's nice and long because I haven't updated in forever.

So, I hope you guys enjoy!

"Are you ready for tonight?" Clint asked his partner, fixing the buttons on his white shirt. Natasha was in the bathroom, telling him that 'he couldn't see her until she was fully done.' She had picked up her entire suitcase and moved into the bathroom, seemingly preparing for the next World War with the amount of stuff she had.

"No, who do you think I am?" She called back, over the blow of her hairdryer. She had finished showering a minute ago and had wrapped a fluffy white towel around her body.

Clint smiled as he held up his bow tie in the mirror. Natasha had advised against it, but was he going to listen? No. He thought bow ties were super stylish and wore them as often as he could.
"I think you are the Black Widow, the super assassin that can take on anything," He joked.

Natasha smiled from the safety of the bathroom, and muttered under her breath, "Not everything."

Shaking the bad thoughts out of her head about how the mission could wrong, she continued to blow dry and brush out the red curls as she went over what she did know.

Tonight was the first night of the banquet. It lasted for two days, and tonight was the relaxation date. It was a formal dinner and dance, and the next night was when the auction would take place.

Daniels was notorious for two things, drug cartels, and expensive art auctions. He held auctions often, almost once a month, and the one that would happen tomorrow night was the biggest one of the year.

SHIELD had reason to suspect that under the cover of the auction, the dealers would sneak in an grab the hidden drugs, ready to distribute them to every corner of the world. So Clint and Natasha had to put aside their mission skills and regular skill set, for a newer one, going undercover.

Natasha had gone undercover before, some of them for months at a time. She never really enjoyed it, however. As Emily, she had to be a light and bouncy airhead millionaire with too much money to handle. Those were the worst. If she ever had to go undercover, it was much easier to go as a person who was hidden from the world, an introvert that got in and got out. But now, she had to bring out a side of her personality that normally didn't show. And she was dreading it.

Clint, on the other hand, really enjoyed going undercover. There weren't to many mission where he had the opportunity to do so, he was the assassin, and they didn't do much undercover work in SHIELD. That's where the specialists came in. Now, for the first time in a long time, he got to go undercover, and not be in hiding. He got to be Brad, the proud millionaire, ready and aimed with a little over $100,000,000 for Daniels auction. Barton had read intensely about 'Brad's' backstory and basically memorized everything that had been on the page.

Clint pulled on his suit jacket, buttoning the bottom and fixing his bow tie in the mirror. After he fixed his gelled-up hair with his hand, he looked at the expensive Rolex on his right hand. 5:02. They had little under an hour and a half to get to the party.

He looked at the bathroom door and sighed. That meant Natasha was going to be in there for at least two hours. Knowing it would be a while and he wasn't going to waste it standing, he kicked off his shoes and laid down on his bed, planning to get a little shut-eye.

Natasha decided she would do her hair later. She had already tried a million different hairstyle in the mirror, and she didn't like any of them. Eventually, she gave up and brushed it so it wasn't tangled, and let it be.

She applied a little bit of makeup, enough to be noticeable, but not enough to look over the top. She used some skin-colored eyeshadow to darken the area on and above her eyelid. Along with a couple layers of mascara and winged eyeliner, her eyes were finished. A little bit of foundation and blush later, she was nearly finished. She ended her makeup with a layer of dark red lipstick. Someone had once told her it looked like blood, and she liked it.

With makeup finished, she moved on to the last part she knew how to do, the dress. It was personally her favorite dress, and she had been saving it for a special occasion.

'This is certainly an occasion,' She thought.

The dress was a floor length, off the shoulder satin. The top part was black, then as it moved closer to the floor it turned to a dark shade of purple. Throw little white dots on it, and it would turn into a galaxy. The slit on her left side made it easier for her to walk in the tight-fitting dress, and also made it easier to hide weapons.

Clint had asked her multiple times how in the world she was able to fit so many weapons in her leather suit. She chuckled at the thought of his face when she was able to hold just as many weapons in a formal dress.

Carefully, she slid the dress over her head and pulled it down until it fit against the rest of her body. She fixed the straps so they were off her shoulders, but around her arms.

She stared at the mirror. She was still Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. So she thought. The old Black Widow would never willingly walk into a party with a date, let alone be working with anybody. She wanted to say she enjoyed it more. It was a relief not being under the pressure of failing a mission and awaiting death, giving 200% every time just to meet expectations.

She gave a sigh and tried out her fake smile. It matched with her dress and makeup, all she had to figure out was her hair.

Natasha opened the bathroom door and stepped out. She found Clint laying on the bed, snoring. She smiled quietly and walked over to her suitcase where her shoes were. One thing she was always proud of was her shoes.

Not great for missions, but she had a pair of black, lace-up stilettos. The gave her a good inch and half more on height, almost the exact height of Clint.

When she zipped the suitcase shut, Clint woke up with a start, looking around the room, until his eyes landed on Natasha.

His mouth dropped open slightly before he caught himself, and tried to cover it up by yawning. Natasha saw it and smiled, the tiniest bit of color flooding her cheeks, barely noticeable.

Clint coughed and cleared his throat. "You look, really nice. Like, really nice. I wish I bought something a little fancier. " He said, looking down at his own suit.

Natasha laughed and walked over. Teasingly fixing his bow tie so it was on straighter, she said quietly, "It's fine, Brad. I like the bow tie." It was Clint's turn to blush, his coloring his cheeks more. Natasha turned and walked back towards her bed.

"Natasha! Don't tell me you're going to the party with your hair like that." He asked exasperatedly.

Natasha threw her hand over her shoulder. "And just what do you know about hair?" Clint laughed, loud and heartily.

"Sweetheart you have no idea. Sit down, I'll fix this."

Natasha obediently sat down on the end of the bed, and Clint hopped up on it behind her. Quickly, his fingers were tangled in her hair, separating this strand from that one, creating groups. Most of her har, he left hanging down in the back, barely brushing her shoulders.

The parts he used were twisted up and braided that Natasha never even thought of before. In the end, two braided strands of hair near her face were brought back and tied together. Then, two more groups twisted around those braids, alternating sides. Finally, a dark purple flower Clint had found covered the hair bands in the bag.

Natasha had brought the flower along because it went with the dress, but she hadn't found any use for it. When he finished, she stood up and went to the bathroom to look at it.

It looked absolutely stunning. She stared it in the mirror until Clint poked his head through and grinned.

"Do you like it?"

Natasha didn't even say anything for a moment. She turned and walked over to him. Not knowing a better way of expressing her gratitude, she kissed him on the cheek.

"I love it."

Natasha walked out with so much blush on her face she thought she was sweating. 'Why did I do that?' It felt so wrong, but at the same time, she knew it was exactly what she was supposed to do. Natasha never actually had given it thought before, but sometimes she felt their relationship was a little more than professional. to her own surprise, she was completely okay with that.

Clint didn't know what had happened. He had just done what he knew how to do, hair and makeup. And she had kissed him. Clint wasn't a man of great touchy-feely things, and he knew neither was she. But that, that was something completely different. This night was bringing out something different in his normally cold partner. And he liked it.

So legit, when I was writing this I was like 'That's adorable' and was awing the whole time. It's not a lot, and there might be some more in the future, but I'm not much of a lovey-dovey romance writer. So I mostly stick to action. But once and a while, I'll put something in to mix it up a little. I'll try not to be to long on the next chapter.

Bye!