Chapter 3
By: MysticFantasy
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"So when were you two gonna tell us?"
Steve snapped his attention from his sketch book to the right to spot Clint relaxing on the lounge chair.
"Who's gonna tell what when?" the soldier asked confused.
"You and Natasha." Clint answered simply. "You two are going out right?"
"Going out?"
"Dating, Cap." the archer answered.
"Oh. No. We're not dating." Steve answered returning to his drawing.
"Then why are you spending so much time together all of a sudden?" Clint asked curiously. "I mean, you guys are good friends but just out of nowhere you're both going places and staying out for hours at a time. You two have to be dating and I'm not the only one who thinks that."
"Really?" Steve asked curiously.
"Oh yeah. Tony's got big money on this." Clint answered.
"Well, I hope it's not too much. Natasha and I are not dating. She just asked for a favor and I'm helping her out."
"What favor is that?" Clint asked.
"Can't tell you that." Steve answered. "She wants it to be a secret."
"You know, that's just making me further believe that you and Natasha are dating." Clint stated.
"Well, we're not." Steve stated.
"What if I were to try to gather proof that you were dating?"
"You wouldn't get much. We don't really do anything but talk."
"About?"
"She asks me what things were like in my time and I ask her about random things that I know won't upset her. She told me about the time you had to dress in drag in India." Steve answered.
"She's just jealous the shoes fit me." Clint said defensivly. "Alright. I won't ask anymore if you don't tell me anything else she's said about my disguises."
"Deal." Steve agreed.
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"If there's one thing that will make Clint shut his mouth it's the mention of his many drag digsuises." Natasha declared with a smile as she threw a kick that was easily blocked.
"He shut up right away when I mentioned the story of India." Steve said blocking a punch.
"He keeps saying that I was jealous that the sandals fit him and not me." Natasha said.
"How many times has he had to dress like that?" Steve asked curiously.
"Do you really want to know?"
"No."
Natasha chuckled.
"Let's call training done for the day." Steve said.
"Sounds good." Natasha agreed. "So, what movie are we going to see tonight?"
"What do you feel like watching?" Steve asked.
"Something with action. I'm not into those chick flicks."
"Into what?"
"Oh Steve, there's so much you have to learn." Natasha said with a smile. "Just be ready and waiting by seven."
"Yes ma'am."
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"Iron Fist, this is Agent Shadow Wing. Do you copy?"
"Clint, just use our regular names. You're confusing me with these secret codes." Tony replied.
"Sorry."
"So, have you spotted them yet?"
"They went into the theater about two hours ago. Movie should be over by now. Crowd is starting to come out of the building." Clint answered from his crouching position on the top of a building as he looked through binoculars toward a large theater building.
"Let me know when you spot them."
"Copy that ring leader."
"Stop calling me that. This whole thing was your idea."
Clint merely smirked but quickly lost it the second he spotted a mane of red hair. He focused more and got a clear sight of Steve and Natasha walking away from the building.
He narrowed his eyes when he spotted that Natasha had her arms wrapped around one of Steve's and how she was smiling at whatever he was talking about.
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