"Hello?"

"Hey, Natasha, I need help. What do I say to him, we've nothing in common, and it's way too awkward and I don't know what to do." He spluttered.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something here…" Clint registered what she said.

"You're not…are you?" Clint's known Natasha for a long, long time, and he knows that she was famous for...getting it on, on the first date. This generally meant people she was trying to get information out of, as the Black Widow didn't do dates. Why? She tended to killed people after dates.

"He rather seems drawn to it, but not yet I excused myself to the bathroom." She assured him. "What's your game plan?"

"Game plan, Natasha? I have no idea what I'm doing." Clint sighs, his usual tough facade slipping.

"Clint. Just sit next to him, ask him if he's all right, slip a hand onto his thigh and discreetly slip Thor into the conversation." Natasha hissed, as her partner-in-crime was at the moment so utterly helpless. "You can do this!"

"But Natasha-" Clint groans when he hears the click of him being hung up on. Clint took at deep breath and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. He was the Hawkeye; he looked danger in the eye before taking it out with an arrow. He could talk to a person. It seemed only logical. Slipping out of the bathroom, he saw Bruce lounging on the sofa, legs crosses, with his cup of tea and a leather-bound book.

Following part one of Natasha's supportive advice, he sat next to him, a smile plastered on his face. Bruce looked up at him with his warm brown eyes. What was happening to him? Clint was in love with Natasha, he saved her and gave her a new life, right? Why was Bruce having such an effect on him? Maybe it was just because he wasn't good with people.

"Are you alright?" Bruce asked, scooting slightly towards Clint. Clint slapped himself mentally, Bruce stole Part 2 of Natasha's plan.

"Yeah, thank y-" Before he could finish, one of Bruce's hands had found its way to Clint's thigh.

"So, have you given any thought to what's happening with Loki?" Bruce's hand was rubbing circles on Clint's thigh.

"Uh, me? No, I was just relaxing," Clint would've choked if it weren't for years of training against infiltrators. But oh-God-almighty, Bruce couldn't stop, he couldn't. Clint bit his lip and Bruce did moved closer and closer, his hand reaching higher and higher. His overall closeness was messing with Clint's head.

"Uh-huh? No leads whatsoever?" Bruce's face was inches away from Clint's, and Clint seemed to have lost all feeling.

"Uh…none at all." Clint wanted to back away, he really did, but he just couldn't make himself do it.

Clint suddenly remember the time when due to a deranged gamma-ray induced villain unleashed gamma radiation throughout the world, turning innocent people, not to mention the Avengers into gamma monsters, but Clint was a survivor, and teamed up with Bruce to take them down. Well, he teamed up with the Hulk, but he didn't miss the twinkle in Bruce's eye when he shrunk back down to human. Clint was just so taken aback by Bruce's sudden change in behaviour, and dammit, he was straight, why was he so tempted?

"Anyone you're working with, Clint?" Bruce asked rather huskily. Clint gulped.

Clint had spent so much time pining over Natasha, and Bobbi too, and all those times he spent deciding between saving the world with the Avengers or being a part of SHIELD, he never actually had any time to get some.

"Natasha?" He ventured, giving up, and leaning towards Bruce. His eyes fluttered shut.

"Knew it." Clint's face collided with the sofa as Bruce suddenly stood up.

"What happened?" Clint said, confused as why lovely Bruce had stopped rubbing delicious circles on his thigh and not in close proximity of him. Most people were, he told himself.

"Nothing at all, Clint. Thanks for coming." Bruce grinned a bit too victoriously for someone who Clint was sent to sabotage.

Bruce's words had a certain finality to them, making Clint realized that the open door was a sign for him to leave, and slowly getting up, he exited the room, but somehow couldn't shake off the smell of honey.

"Wait a second." The penny dropped. "Shit. Did I just get duped at my own game?"


"It's Natasha, though it was slightly obvious, Thor, she's probably trying to get you too." Bruce said into his phone as soon as Clint left.

"Dame Black Widow, Banner?" Thor said, his voice harboring a grave tone.

"Yes, she'll probably be coming over to sabotage our plans, or try to gain information on Loki." Bruce was glad they became a team, Thor knew Loki best, and Bruce could easily track him down.

"I fear that we might be too late, Healer Banner,"

Bruce groaned.