Chapter 3
"This is nice Barton; we don't often get to see each other outside of work."
"Tasha, please call me Clint. We are after all on a date."
"I know I know, it's just hard for me to relax. You know me; I'm always on the job."
"Yeah I know. How's the gelato?"
"Oh it's delicious."
Natasha put another small spoonful on her tongue and waited for the cold in her throat to subside before taking another bite. Clint was absolutely devouring his; Idiot. He's going to get brain freeze. He always does. Sure enough, the next second Clint was sticking his tongue to the roof of his mouth and squealing.
"Cold?" Natasha asked.
"Shut up." Clint said as soon as he could talk again.
"You know," she began playfully; "I could kiss it all better."
Clint hurried his pace back to his apartment. She laughed and trotted to keep up with him. He dumped his empty gelato cup in the nearest trash can and roped his arm through hers.
"I like it when we go out outside of work. I like seeing you like this."
He nuzzled his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply. It always smelled like lemon and strawberries. Natasha laughed and threw away her half-empty cup of gelato. They were only a block away from his place now. He grabbed her head and they ran like children, laughing the whole way.
Clint opened the main door and they waited patiently in the elevator while it took them to the top floor; of course the Hawkeye lived in the top floor penthouse. S.H.I.E.L.D. paid their agents very well. Clint pushed a button on a pad near the door and the drapes slid closed. Then the lights in the room turned on and emitted a faint blue and white glow.
"You like?"
"Very much so." Natasha growled.
Clint smiled; he knew what was coming next.
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"I'm sorry Clint." Natasha purred, lying on his chest.
He had closed his eyes and was breathing in deeply, enjoying the moment.
"What? Oh that's OK I'll get a new one."
"Well are you OK?"
"My back's a little sore but I'll be fine."
Natasha kissed the bottom of his chin. When they had been back in his living room she had gotten rough and flipped him over onto the coffee table, breaking it. He of course had immediately pushed her into a wall, which more than made up for it. It wasn't always rough, but when it was, it was rough.
They were about to snuggle down and get some sleep when Natasha's phone buzzed on the table. It was a text from Fury. All it said was Get here now; Clint too. She sighed and flipped her phone closed. She walked over to her tote bag and started pulling out her cat-suit; going into work meant becoming the Black Widow.
"Fury wants us?" Clint asked from the bed.
"Yep."
Clint sighed and rolled over out of bed. He walked into his closet and pushing another button, a panel opened up revealing his Hawkeye suit. They got dressed and walked to the parking garage next door; Hawkeye revved his motorcycle while Black Widow got on behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and put her chin on his shoulder.
"Let's go." She whispered in his ear.
Clint smiled and kicked the gas, tearing out of the garage and down the street.
A/N: What do you think? Just getting them assembled; next up, Captain! The real one, not the cat :D After that…well let's just say all hell might break loose once they see who they're working with.