Author's notes: This chapter was pretty fun to write, I hope you guys enjoy it! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and favorited this story!

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Onto chapter 4!

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Clint blinked when they walked through the door of the 'brothel'. The way Phil had said it made it sound like an old fashioned whorehouse. However what they stepped into was a very modern, very busy gentleman's club. Various women all in different states of undress gyrated on poles and in the laps of men in the shadows of the booths.

"Don't look so surprised Barton. Did you really expect a old western style brothel?' Natasha discreetly elbowed him in the ribs and snickered.

"Shut up Red. Let's find a booth and scope the place out." Clint grabbed Natasha's offending elbow out of his ribs and steered her towards the back corner booth out of the way of most of the traffic. Clint dropped into the seat then pulled Natasha down onto his lap. She stiffened immediately.

"What do you think you're doing Barton?" She hissed at him.

"We gotta play the part Romanoff, and that means you have to look like you actually want to be on my lap." Clint tentatively brought his hand up on her back, pulling her a little closer when there was no reaction from her. His eyes were restlessly wandering the club looking for their target. Natasha, to her credit, relaxed instantly in his grip and brought her right hand up to grip the lapels of Clint's shirt, then leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

"Well then Liam," She used his aliases's name as she practically purred into his ear. "maybe I should grab us a few drinks to play the part." Clint fought every urge he had to shift in his seat as her breath ghosted over his ear.

"That would be great Katt, make mine a double." He ground out as she wiggled herself out of his grip. God help me he prayed as he watched her lithe figure disappear into the flashing lights and faux smoke drifting through the club.

Natasha sidled up to the bar and immediately gained the bartender's attention. "3 double vodkas, straight.." She was going to need a little bit of liquid courage to keep her from falling deeper under the archer's snare. Why couldn't Vexx have been into men? She thought furiously as the bartender poured her shots. She smirked as she could almost hear Clint's protests in her head. What I wouldn't give to see Clint in my position.

She slid several Euros across the bar top and grabbed the first glass and slammed it back, feeling the vodka burn its way down her throat and settle warmly in her belly. Natasha pushed the glass back towards the bartender, collected the other two glasses and weaved through the crowds back to Clint.

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A pair of dark brown eyes surveyed the crowd intent on catching the glimpse of emerald green they had seen earlier. There. Just to the side of the main stage was the stunning woman he spied earlier. Her porcelain skin glowed in the strobe lights and he noted how everyone around her stopped to stare momentarily. He pressed a hand to his ear, activating his comm device.

"Она здесь." (She's here.) His head tilted slightly as he listened to the reply in his ear, then grinned. The Black Widow was going to be caught in her own web. He started to move towards her, cutting his way through the crowds with ease.

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Clint sighed and checked his watch again. Where is Natasha? I swear if she's doing shots without me I'm gonna be pissed. His thoughts were interrupted by a petite brunette with curves for days who stepped up and straddled his lap, grabbing his tie and pulling him close.

"Excuse me miss? I didn't pay for a lap dance? Do you speak…" Clint was cut off when she leaned down and kissed him as her hands roamed down his chest. She moved from his mouth trailing kisses up his jaw towards his ear. He nearly jumped when her teeth grazed his earlobe and she whispered,

"The dance is compliments of the house." She had a smokey bedroom voice and a trace of a Russian accent. Her hands had wandered back up and looped around his neck. "What? You don't like what you see?" She questioned at his slight frown, then slowly leaned back, showing off her toned body, curved in all the right places.

Clint drug his eyes away from her when he heard the sound of glass breaking and a thud. But the brunette grabbed his jaw and brought her lips back down onto his. Her nails were digging into his back, and he opened his mouth to break the kiss when she slipped her tongue inside. She tasted like cherries and vodka. Vodka. Where IS Natasha?

Clint's hands moved to the brunette's hips and he started to pull her off his lap when he felt a pinch on the back of his neck. He raised his right hand up to rub at his neck as his vision started to get grainy. It felt like he was underwater, he couldn't move his arms at all, and his head was spinning. He tried to shout out for Natasha couldn't open his mouth. Darkness soon overtook him as he slumped back in the booth.

"Человек вниз" (The man is down) The brunette spoke quietly into her comm as she motioned a man over to take care of Clint, he grabbed Clint and took him quickly out the back door of the club.

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Natasha held tightly to the two shots of vodka in her hand as a man bumped into her, barely avoiding sloshing any of the precious liquid over the sides. She shot him a glare but the man ignored it and reached for her arm, drawing her close enough to smell the stank of liquor on his breath.

"Well, hello sweet thing. Care to keep me company tonight?" He drunkenly leered at her as his hand started to roam closer to her ass. Natasha blinked in confusion as grey dots started to cross her vision. She was about to tell the man exactly where he could put his hands when suddenly the world spun on its axis and she found herself falling into the quickly approaching shadows. The glasses of vodka shattered on the floor and a woman nearby screamed as Natasha collapsed onto the floor. Another man with dark brown eyes hurried towards her limp form.

"Oh no, she had too much to drink again!" He chuckled and scooped Natasha into his arms. Reassuring the small crowd of people who had gathered around her. "I told her to go easy on the vodka." He remarked to the man who had bumped into her. At these words the drunken maOh n's look of worry morphed into a smile.

"Have to watch these women like a hawk sometimes." He slurred and stumbled away as another dancer caught his eye. The man holding Natasha moved quickly to the door mumbling into his comm.

"У меня естьцель обеспечены. Переезд в точке рандеву." (I have the target secured. Moving to rendezvous point.) He took Natasha out of the club and disappeared into the streets of Budapest.

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Oh snap! Clint and Natasha just got into some trouble!

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