Chapter 4; Trouble

Natalia looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her makeup and smiled before she left her room. Making her way down the halls in skin tight pants, and a matching top, she made her way to Clint's room. Knocking, she waited patiently as he opened the door. "Natasha?" he said surprised.

"Hi," Natasha said, giving him her perfect, flirty smile.

"W—What…how did you know this was my room?" he asked.

"Simple asking the clerk at the desk with a convincing story," She replied.

"It must've been quite…convincing if they told you where my room was," he commented as he closed the door.

Natasha gave him another flirty smile. "How about I take you around town?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied as he went into his room to get his jacket.

Natasha waited patiently as they went outside when Clint came back. "Let's go," he told her. She nodded as they went down the stairs. As they were walking down the stairs, Clint saw Bobbi heading their way. "Let's move a little faster," he answered. He gripped her hand tightly as they hurried through the lobby.

"Mr. Barton!" a voice called out.

Natasha held onto his hand as they started sprinting out of the lobby. "MR. BARTON!" the bodyguards shouted, going after them.

The two of them ran out of the hotel and Natasha grabbed onto his arm. "This way!" she told him leading him towards the crowd.

"MR. BARTON!" the bodyguard shouted again.

Clint saw an ally and pulled her down the narrow passageway. They could hear the bodyguards catching up to them and they had to think quick before they were brought back to the hotel. "Right here," he told her. Holding onto her hand, he led her down the stairs. They ducked beside the wall there and Clint watched as the bodyguards checked over the railing, but because of the angle they were hiding in they couldn't be seen. They left and Clint started laughing.

"Top of the line bodyguards my ass," he muttered, making Natasha laugh.

Letting him go, she pulled her hair loose from the bun it was in. "So, where do you guys go for fun?" he asked.

"Come on," she answered as she led him up the stairs.

Going into a bar, he noticed the pool table and went over to pay for a game. "You play?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, "What are you drinking?"

"Whatever," he told her.

Wracking the balls up, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, holding one out to her. "Nope, I'm good," she answered.

"I should quit, but job's stressful enough as it is," he commented.

"I'm sure, not easy being the Ambassador's son," she agreed.

Smirking, he lit a cigarette up before walking around the pool table, breaking. "Guess I'm stripes," he commented.

"Yep," she answered, placing a glass of vodka beside him.

"Thank you," he murmured.

Clint hit another ball into the pocket and he grabbed the chalk cube, moving it over the top of the cue sick. "So, how's a guy like you, wanting adventure and all that end up being the ambassador's son?" Natasha asked as she bobbed her foot up and down as she watched him. Clint took a long drag of his cigarette, putting it on the ashtray as he aimed for another shot.

"I was thirteen, working for the circus," he told her, hitting another ball into the pocket, "My drunken father killed himself and my mother in a car crash, left my brother and me orphaned. They were going to stick us in different foster homes, so we ran away with the circus."

Glancing at the redhead, he walked around the table. "My brother and I, we had different skill sets. My brother, he learned to be a swordsman, while I took to archery. We became a class act, he and I, not bad for a 12-year-old deaf kid," he commented.

"Sounds like you and your brother were living the dream," she answered, "Any kid would dream to live and work at a circus."

He chuckled lightly before he hit the eight-ball in, declaring himself winner of this round. "Yeah, we were living every kid's dream," he answered before he took one more puff of his cigarette, then putting it out in the ashtray.

"So how did you end up in this business?" she asked.

Clint started putting the balls back together after paying for another round. "I had gotten new hearing aids, weird pieces of shit if you ask me, they didn't even get the size right, but that's not the point. I had to ask my boss to have off for a couple of days so I could get used to the hearing aids, so I walked into the office to leave a note. Walked in on my brother stealing our earnings for the day from the safe," he explained.

He tapped the pole on the floor, as he watched her break. "Next thing I knew, his friends were on me, beating the shit out of me because I had caught them. Begged my brother to help me, but instead he helped them. The last thing I remember was being in the middle of the desert, left to die," he added. Natasha frowned, looking at him as his grey eyes clouded over as he went back to the memories he had tried so hard to forget. "The ambassador found me, took me in, promised to fix my hearing and he needed an heir to his estate, so, here I am," he told her.

Natasha was silent, the two of them were staring at the pool table. "You're not one for politicians," she commented. He laughed a little.

"Yeah, not much, I prefer my other job," he answered as she took a shot.

"Being an agent?" she asked.

Clint looked at her. "How the hell do you know that?" he demanded.

"Clint, any person with eyes could see you have a strong skill set, strong enough that there's a reason why your dad sends you in first to these type of functions before him," she answered.

Clint watched her as he leaned against the bar. "Pretty much, I'm his bodyguard as well as his kid," he stated. He looked over at her as she was looking for another shot to take. "What about you, Natasha? What's your story?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't remember much, I remember that my parents were killed when I was 5, house fire," she replied as she took a shot, getting it in the pocket, "I lived in an orphanage until I was 8 when my foster father, Ivan, came and got me out."

Hearing this, something sent off a bell in Clint's head. "What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm between jobs, I was a ballet dancer," she replied, "Ivan has money, hence why I can attend the same functions as you."

Clint stared at her quizzically, not exactly sure what to think of her story. He put the cigarette out in the ashtray as they continued with their game in silence after that.

When they were done, they paid for their drinks before leaving the bar. "So, what made you quit being a ballet dancer?" he asked.

"I found a better job," she answered.

Nodding his head slowly, they walked back to the hotel and Clint looked at her. "Well, Natasha, thanks for killing about five hours," he told her. Before she could react, he took her hand in his and kissed the back of it.

"Not a problem," she answered.

Winking at her, he turned on his heel and went back into the hotel, leaving her standing there stunned.

Making his way up to the room, he undid a few buttons on his shirt as he unlocked the door. "Welcome back son," a familiar voice greeted, making him stop. Flipping the light on, he saw his father standing there.

"Dad…" he said slowly.

Making her way up to her room, Natasha went inside and checked around before she closed and locked the door. As she went to change, she heard her computer go off, telling her that Ivan was trying to make contact. "I'm here," she said to the screen.

"Is it done?" Ivan asked.

"No…" she replied.

She could tell he was getting irritated. "Why not?" he demanded.

"I didn't have the opportunity," she answered.

Ivan glared at her. "I'm starting to wonder whether or not you're able to do this job," he said angrily.

"I'm able to do my job," she answered.

"Be sure you get the job done, Natalia. That man is a threat to our plans!" he snapped

Natasha nodded her head slowly. "I'll get the job done, I promise," she answered.

"Be sure that you do," he snapped before clicking out of the communication.

Natasha sat down on the bed, fussing with the silver bracelet on her wrist. "Seduce and destroy, that's all you're good for," she told herself. Getting up from the bed, she made her way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Author's Note: Sorry you guys for the long awaited update, been a little busy with work and school. I'll update again ASAP.