Natasha sighed happily and slipped into her room. She took a long shower, dried her hair, and spent 30 minutes debating on the perfect outfit to wear. She finally decided to wear an elegant, lacey black dress, with a deep red waist sash, and black high heels. Once she was dressed in the gown, she sat in front of her mirror and applied her make-up and finally put on her wig; short, curly, and dark brown, the complete opposite of her bright, long red hair.
Natasha grabbed her crimson clutch handbag, inserted her Bluetooth transmitter in her ear, made a final make-up check, and head down to the Lobby.
Clint was waiting for her, dressed sharply in a sleek grey tux, white undershirt, and black tie. When the elevator opened to reveal Natasha in her disguise, Clint was taken aback; he hardly recognized her.
"Damn Natasha," said Clint as she strolled up to him, "I almost didn't recognize you. You look stunning."
"That's the idea, Bird Brain. And I'm not Natasha Romanov; tonight I'm Natalie Rowen," Natasha remarked, pulling her fake I.D. out of her handbag and showing it to Clint, "What about you?"
"Mitchell Krantz," He replied showing Natasha his I.D.
"All right let's get our story strait. We're a newly engaged couple that was just finished touring around France. To get in, we tell the guards that we have personal invitations to give to Mr. Demeter and his assistant."
"And if that doesn't work?" Clint interjected.
"I'll deal with it," Natasha stated unfazed.
"So, let's say we get into the party unsuspected, what do we do then?" Clint asked.
"Well, we dance, and talk, and act like a newly engaged couple," Natasha said nervously fiddling with her clutch purse, "We may have to go even further just to keep them off our track. But we don't need to worry about that right now. Right now, we need to get to that party. Do you have your Bluetooth?"
Clint tapped his ear to show her he did.
"You wouldn't happen to have any weapons on you, would you Nat?" Clint asked eyeing her.
Natasha sighed and lifted her dress just above her thigh to reveal a gun and knife slipped in her garter.
Clint unbuttoned his grey suit to show his bow folded and hidden in his suit's deep pocket.
"Well alrightey then," Clint said buttoning up his tux, "Ready to go, Mrs. Rowen?"
"As long as you are, Mr. Krantz," Natasha said as she took Hawkeye's arm.
"You should get your hair cut short, Tasha. I bet it would look really nice on you," Clint said as he led her by the arm out of their hotel.
