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Chapter 4:

Costa do Sauípe, Bahia, Brazil.

It had been a long flight. Being more than ten hours stuck on a plane wasn't exactly his idea of a good time but he couldn't say he wasn't used to it. He'd had worse. The drive from the airport to the hotel had been pleasant. Clint had already been to Brazil a couple of times before, but he had never been to Bahia. His last time in the country was two years ago when he was sent to Rio to intercept a meeting between two major drug cartels in South America. The mission had been a total success and he had gained a lot of respect among the other agents. This time, he was back in a different assignment. Looking outside of the cab's window he wished he had more time to actually enjoy the place. For once he wished he was just another tourist on vacation. The tropical scenario was so inviting that it almost made him forget he was there to complete a mission. The General had emphasized how important that particular mission was so he had to stay focused.

The view from his hotel room's window was just mesmerizing. All he could see was the ocean and the bright moon in the clear sky. It was quite a night and he had already made contact with Williams, Ryan and Castro to check on their status. So far so good. The warm breeze on his face made him take a deep breath. Aside from the fact he was about to go on a highly dangerous mission that could potentially kill him, that was paradise. He decided to unpack before taking a quick shower. Clint had taken only the necessary. Since the conference would last three days, there was no reason for a lot of luggage. The shower had been incredibly invigorating so he felt like going for a walk. Harris would only be arriving next day which meant Clint had the night off. That was his first night off in God knows how long and he was about to enjoy it. For that night only Barton decided he would act like any other tourist and make the best out of it; so he would need a drink.

It was past two and the bar wasn't too crowded anymore. Clint preferred that way actually. There was a guy playing Tom Jobim at the piano and a drunk couple dancing to the sound of it. Barton liked bossa nova so that was going to be a welcome soundtrack for his night off. He walked to the bar and sat down on a stool facing the barman. After a minute or so, the guy finally went up to him and asked:

"E aí? O que você vai querer?"

Clint could speak a little of Portuguese, so he ordered two shots of tequila. As the barman went away to prepare the drinks, the agent couldn't help but notice a brunette at the corner of the bar staring at him. She had long dark hair and golden skin. Her dark eyes were on his as she gave him a big smile. Barton smiled back and decided that she looked beautiful.

"American, right?" the barman asked with a heavy accent, drawing Clint's attention to man in front of him.

"How can you tell?" Clint answered with another question.

"Because only Americans come to Bahia and order tequila instead of trying something more…local."

Barton laughed a little at the other man's comment:

"So, what do you suggest?"

The barman grinned at the agent and told him to wait. Then, he put the tequila shots away and went to prepare a new drink. While he waited for his "local" drink to come, Clint drew his attention back to the brunette at the end of the bar. She was still there, her smile even bigger. That girl was definitely into him and that was his night off after all. Why the hell not? One night stand with a complete stranger- beautiful stranger- in a tropical paradise could be exactly what he needed.

"You're here for the Conference?" Again the barman dragged him from his thoughts with another question. Convincing people that he was Riley was a crucial part of his mission so he straightened himself up before answering:

"Yes. As a matter of fact I am."

The other man didn't seem to care about it much as he handed Barton his new drink:

"Now, try this."

Clint grabbed the cool glass and took a sip of the unfamiliar beverage.

"This's actually pretty good! What do you call it?"

"Caipirinha." The barman simply stated.

The agent finished his caipirinha and quickly ordered another one now fully inclined to find out the name of the hot brunette flirting with him since he got to the bar. Just when he was getting ready to get up and walk over there, Barton was stopped by another question, this time asked by a woman's voice:

"You're not from around here, are you?

20 minutes earlier:

Natasha was at the bar for more than an hour now. She had gotten the first flight from Japan to Brazil. Her new boss was a little impatient so she had to move fast. The conference would officially begin next morning which gave her only a few more hours to find a way to infiltrate the event, locate her target and complete her mission. Every attendee had been given a magnetic access card that allowed them into the convention center. Since Romanoff was flying under the radar, she didn't possess such card; therefore her task at hand was the usual: seduce a lonely guy at the bar who just happened to have a magnetic card inside his pocket.

She had to admit that she was expecting it to be easier though; Natasha was used to get whatever she wanted out of any man she wanted it from. So when she got to the bar, obviously she managed to draw some male attention (that always happened) but every single one of them seemed to more interested in their drinks than in her curvy body. She blamed that stupid wig! The Russian spy was wearing a blonde wig just in case someone in the hotel was familiar with the infamous redhead Black Widow. She was also wearing a tight short black dress and 4 inch-high heels. That was her femme fatale outfit! It had never failed! Well, not until then at least. Time passed and by then, the only remaining people in the place were a very drunk couple probably in their honeymoon, a few guys by the opposite corner, a brunette and another guy with whom the brunette was openly flirting. Just when she was about to give up and go with her plan B option, Natasha heard the barman asking the brunette guy about the conference. That was it! He was the one! The man just happened to be one of the conference attendees so he definitely had a magnetic card in his pocket or maybe back in his room…it didn't matter! She was about to get what she was after. Before making her move, Natasha checked herself at the mirror and reapplied her red lipstick. She could only hope he was a blonde type of guy.

Present:

"So, you're not gonna answer me?" Natasha was now staring at her "prey".

Clint almost spilled his drink as he turned to see who was asking the question. She wasn't just like the pretty girl next door. She was just drop dead gorgeous; the kind of woman who can have any guy eating out the palm of her hand. She had a beautiful curvy body covered (barely) by a very revealing black dress. The red lipstick she got on only made her lips look fuller and the high heels accentuated her already toned fascinating legs. Barton could've easily described her as the personification of his dream girl…if only she was a redhead.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"that was all he could muster.

Natasha laughed a little. That was going to be ridiculously easy.

"I was watching you from across the bar," she lied, "you don't look like you're from around here…"

He cleared his throat:

"You're right, I'm not. I'm here for the Clean Technology Conference." he was trying to play it cool.

"Oh! I heard something about it very vaguely. I'm in Brazil on vacation and…sorry, I'm being rude…I'm Jennifer Brighton. And you are?"

Clint froze for a moment. Instinctively he wanted to say his real name. For some reason he couldn't explain he wanted that girl to know who he really was. But the mission had to come first, right…Right? Right.

"My name is John. John Riley." he said sadly.

Natasha smiled seductively. Clint nodded at her and hated himself for being so easy. But in his defense: she had the most amazing smile he had ever seen. Natasha couldn't leave things at chances so she continued:

"So you're a wealthy industrialist with a consciousness, is that it?"

"Something like that." he said laughing.

"It begins tomorrow, right? The conference, I mean."

"Yeah, yeah. They're gonna have this big opening ceremony tomorrow night and then we'll be pretty busy for the next two days."

"So, this means tonight is your only night off?"

They just stared at each other. Suddenly a familiar song came on. The guy at the piano had just started to play "Girl from Ipanema".

"I love this song!" Natasha practically jumped out of her seat. She raised her hand to him and asked, as sexily as she could:

"Would you dance with me?"

Clint knew exactly where she was going with that. And yes, that was his only night off; the one he intended to enjoy like there was no tomorrow and all that cliché crap. And there she was, probably the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in his life. If he said yes to her request, he doubted he would be able to control himself to not end up in her bed or with her in his. He was down for a one night stand thing when he first walked into the bar earlier that night but something had changed in him. Suddenly, Barton started to feel the urge to know more about her. About who she was, what she did, about her dreams and hopes and fears…One night stand just wouldn't do it and that could be dangerous. He was there in a mission after all. He couldn't afford to put her in risk. The missions always had to come first he had taught himself that. So, gathering all of his will power he managed to stand up and say:

"I'd love to but I really have to go."

Natasha was surprised to say the least but was able to hide it. She simply nodded and said she understood. He was there to attend a conference not to fool around. Clint could tell she was disappointed though and so was he. What kind of man rejects a girl like that? He cursed himself mentally before saying:

"So I guess I owe you a dance then."

She smiled slightly. She got up as well and raised a hand to him again:

"It was nice to meet you, John."

This time he didn't let her waiting.

"It was nice to meet you too, Jennifer."

They shook hands then he turned and left without looking back. How could he? Natasha was furious. Was he gay or something? No, he wasn't gay she could tell that much…So what was his problem? She was practically handing herself on a silver platter for god's sake and he said no! She wished she could simply shoot him in the head, get his fucking card and get done with it! But that could be a little too noisy and draw some unwanted attention so she had to be patient. She had two days. He was able to resist her that night but there was a reason why she was called Black Widow. She decided then that he would be a nice challenge after all. And she loved challenges.

He was beyond frustrated. Never in his life had he met a girl like that. Clint was walking aimlessly through the hotel. He wouldn't be able to go to his room and try to get some sleep, at least not yet. He couldn't get the blonde beauty he had just met at the bar out of his mind…if only he had a different life, if only he was normal…Barton used to brag about being a 24/7 agent but for this one time he wished he wasn't. By then he found himself at an area he hadn't been yet in the hotel. He walked a little further only to find a gym by the end of the hall. Clint considered going in and letting out all of his frustrations but after checking his watch, he decided against it. Just as he was getting ready to leave, the agent spotted a bow and some arrows on a shelf at the fitness room. Clint never wanted to shoot one of those so badly…But he couldn't risk it. As far as he knew, John S. Riley was no archer. Maybe some other time.

Barton made his way to his room. Tomorrow his mission would officially begin and he would no longer be Clint Barton. Finally, he decided the best thing he could do was trying to get some sleep. Differently from his usual dreamless nights he had a very busy one with a certain curvy blonde girl popping up uninvited from time to time.

I don't have much to say about this one! So it is basically the usual: I hope you guys are enjoying it and please review! Bye!

PS: I think it was deducible but anyways:

E aí? O que você vai querer? = So, what are you having?