One beer bottle and one ice-filled glass clinked together in a silent toast. Clint took a sip of the beer – some cheap variety that he wouldn't admit liking to anyone except the red-haired woman sitting across from him – while Natasha downed her vodka in one go, her face screwing up as she swallowed.

Clint watched, unashamed, as her throat moved, the expanse of skin rippling. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her. She smiled.

Natasha reached forward, plucking the beer from her partner's hand. She tipped it, allowing a few drips to fall onto her neck and slide down onto her chest, the tiny amber beads just a shade or two darker than her skin.

Most people would have accompanied such a blatant seduction act with a word or two of innuendo, but Natasha gave none. Neither of them was particularly good with words. Clint leaned forward, his tongue darting out, taking the drops off her skin with expertise. One of the beads had worked its way so far south that it had disappeared into the valley between her breasts.

Tony paused, his hand hovering over the kitchen doorknob. Judging by the sounds coming from the other side of the door, he was going to have to be a fucking "team player" again and call a fucking meeting about this.

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She eyed the bottle with suspicion. Of course she did. He'd have been a little disappointed if she hadn't.

"It's just vodka. I promise." He insisted. When she still didn't take the bottle, he placed it on the table, along with a small glass, and a bucket filled with ice from the ice machine down the hall.

Black Widow continued to eye him, not even blinking in her determination to keep him firmly in her sights. He didn't blink either, firmly meeting her gaze. A full minute passed.

Slowly, with her eyes still fixed on his, she took the bottle and poured herself a glass. The glass was raised, the drink consumed, and then the empty glass was slammed back onto the table with a sound that was both dull and resounding.

After another tense moment, he grinned.

"Did you really think I was going to poison you?" He asked.

Widow smiled predatorily. "I'm the spider here." She said. "But I did think that you might shoot me while I was absorbed in the drink."

He continued to smile, her dark joke about her given title encouraging him. He didn't say anything – he wasn't that stupid. But the fact that she'd made a joke, or even spoken to him civilly, was a step in the right direction.

Honestly, he wasn't sure what he wanted from her… what he expected to accomplish with this. They'd just completed their first mission, and it had gone well. Far better than he'd hoped. Not that he'd hoped for much. He would have considered getting out without her knifing him in the back a win, but they'd pulled it off without a hitch.

Looked like Fury wouldn't have to fire him after all.

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"Remember the pub in Dartmoor?"

"Best bar fight ever. It was even better than the one in New Mexico… what was the bar called?"

"The Rattle, I believe it was. After the snake."

Clint chuckled. "You were the one who started that fight." He grinned.

Natasha shrugged. "I was still learning a few words. It wasn't my fault that 'rattle' is also the name of a baby toy."

Clint laughed even harder, and then kissed her, his drunken state making it a bit sloppy. Natasha didn't seem to mind, though; on the contrary, she yanked him by the shoulders, pushing him off the empty-glass-and-bottle-covered table, and proceeded to alternately pull and push him out of the trashed kitchen, up two flights of stairs, and to their bedroom.

Tony, busy preparing his speech on proper behavior, was blindsided by the flurry of activity and by the time he'd blinked, to two of them had gone, leaving only their mess behind.

"Damn it." He muttered, gazing around. He then shrugged. Steve was always the first one up in the morning, and he would undoubtedly clean it up. One of the uses of having at team member who was both a military man and naturally neat; he simply couldn't stand for mess.

Seeing a bottle of wine that they hadn't managed to polish off, Tony snagged it and headed back to his own room.

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