She wasn't in bed.

Groaning, Clint started lazily putting his clothes on. He took the elevator and in a few minutes, he was on the roof. She was there. Oh, yes, she was.

Natasha was throwing knives into the nearest wall, with such power.

"We have a gym for that, you know," he said, and in a second, there was a knife flying past his right ear. But he stayed calm. There was no need to dodge or move elsewhere in horror. He knew she wouldn`t have missed it. Definitely.

"Good morning to you, too, sweetheart," he said sarcastically "What`s wrong?"

She was out of knives and started pulling them out of the wall – she was ruining some kind of fresco that was made with the help of the knives.

"I'm bored. And good morning to you too, hun. Want to join me in this 'wonderful' morning?" She`s being sarcastic today. How great, Clint thinks.

"We could spar instead, you know," he offered.

The wall caught two knives in a row.

"No, thank you."

"Why not? I thought you liked sparring with me." He thought it was offensive – her turning down his offer.

"I did. Well, I do." She stopped, like she was hiding her true feelings. But then, she opened up. "But I'm freaking tired of it! It`s been two weeks and we`ve been sparring every day. I want a mission, Clint! A goddamn mission! Is that too much to ask?" She turned to him, tense, holding the rest of the knives in her hand.

"Shh..Tash. Calm down. Don`t you like your 'vacation'? I thought you would be glad to have some free time, and some time with me," he said insidiously, clearly satisfied with himself.

She continued throwing her weapons, clearly not that satisfied.

"Well, yes…But I'm tired of just sex and sparring! Sparring - sex, sex – sparring…Yeah, of course, it`s great, cool, but still I want a mission! I miss them so much! Just a little one, and I'd be satisfied."

"Wait, did you just describe our sex as 'cool?' Are you serious?" If you could just see his face… the mix of disappointment, dissatisfaction and…was that pity?

"Okay, will it make you happy if I say that that you're the most wonderful lover that I've ever had?" Clint`s smile rose to his ears – that was a good news. "And I enjoy every second that you give me. Is that enough, or I should continue?"

"Well, I think that`s enough for today." After a few minutes watching each other grinning, he continued, "It`s cold here, you know. On the roof. And we do have a gym. Five different gyms, to be accurate."

"I am waiting for a call".

"I`m sorry, but that's dumb. You know that Jarvis would tell you if someone called. And why the hell here? I still don't understand."

"There's a better connection out here".

Clint`s eyes widened. Was she going mad?

"Tash, what`s the difference? What the hell are you talking about?"

She stopped throwing knives and turned abruptly to Clint.

"What if Stark told his AI not to tell me about Fury`s calls? Or what if something has broken down in the Tower? Or the connection is bad? I am waiting for a call."

"Because there`s a better connection out here? Oh, hun, you`re going crazy." He crossed the space and hugged her tightly. She, to his surprise, didn`t resist. "You want a mission, more than anything in the world, don`t you? So why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What would that change?" She mumbled into his shoulder.

"I would`ve trashed the office and found you a mission. I would do anything for you, just for you to be happy. That`s all I need, you know? All I need."

"Orghhhh…" She pushed herself from him. "Too much fluff, Clint. I got it. No need to continue. But still, there`s nothing you can do…" The space between them fell into silence. Until she started that song again… "But how could they forget about their best agent? I'm too good to not to be given a mission! I am needed! Everywhere! Everywhere, and always."

"It freaks you out, doesn`t it?" he asked with a kind smile, like questioning a baby.

"You're damn right – it freaks me out! I'm begging for a mission. Please, please, please…"

"Oh, Tash. You didn`t say that, did you?" Clint looked at her with horror.

She couldn`t understand his reaction – moments before he said that he would do everything for her, and now he's afraid of her repeating what she wants.

"So what?" she asked defiantly.

The sky filled with smoke, and something was sparkling kilometers away. Something huge flew by them and hit the Tower somewhere in the middle with whistle. A huge blow was heard. Both of the agents ducked, and when they turned to see where that thing had come from, they spotted another one. This time, it was aiming at them.

A slight sense of irritation was in the air.

"Well, Black Widow always get what she wants, doesn`t she?"


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