"Are you in?" I spoke over the comm.
"Yeah, just arrived. He'll be here in five minutes; I'm to wait at our table." Natasha replied. I sped up the car, wanting to get a good look at her before we got to work.
"Are you nervous?" I finally asked, pulling into a parking bay and bringing my briefcase with me. I heard her laugh, a sweet, sarcastic noise which gave me goosebumps.
"I'm not totally knew with all of this, Barton. This is just like what I used to do back in Russia, but now I'm working for S.H.I.E.L.D and working with you." I nodded in agreement, although she couldn't see. I always forget just how experienced this woman really is. I made my way to the restaurant, but instead of going through the entrance, I turned to the back of the building and began to climb up using the long pipe that was gushing water into a sewer below. I reached a window, which I pushed open, and skilfully slid through it. I realised I was in the women's bathroom, but for now it remained unoccupied, and I quickly made my way out.
"Is he there yet?" I asked, walking up another flight of stairs and to the attic.
"No. What do you think I should eat? Just the traditional Spaghetti or the Zuppa di Cozze?" she murmured, in thought.
"Which one is more expensive?"
"Zuppa di Cozze." She spoke the world with the most beautiful and heavy Italian accent that anyone would think she was a local.
"That one. Make his bill high. Get the most expensive wine and dessert while your at it." She laughed quietly to herself. "And save me a bite." I added.
I was now in the attic, lighting up the dark room with a torch. I knew which seat she is seated in and where Slessar would be as well. With the coordinates already in my head, I began to drill a hole into the plaster beside me, making sure to stay on the wooden path allowing me to be up here. I drilled the hole fast, so I could get a glance at her. The drill was a tad to noisy for my likening, but I knew the chatter and music from below would drown out any noise. The hole was the size of a bottle cap, large enough for me to put a scope through with resembled the shape of a light bulb.
I looked into the eye piece and adjusted the view until I got a clear and perfect look at Natasha Romanoff. I felt my heart beat faster at the sight of her; her hair was pinned to one side, a red fountain spilling over her left breast with a golden flower hair clip holding it in place. She wore a black dress, which I was guessing was around mid-thigh. It hugged her curves perfectly, her small waist looking even tinier in the colour. The dress was strapless, and by the amount of uncovered boob I knew there was an inbuilt push-up bra. The dress was hard to describe, the material bunched up but actually looking good. She wore gold jewellery to match the colour, dangly diamond earrings and such.
Her face looked so different. I knew she looked beautiful all the time, but this would make an angel bow its head in shame. She wore a smokey-eye look, making her emerald green eyes pop with colour. Her lips were a blood red colour, making her teeth a blinding white. Her skin looked like satin, so soft and flawless. Everything about her was flawless. I felt like a teenager, acting like this at the sight of a woman, but I couldn't give a damn in the world. I just wish it was me buying her dinner instead of that criminal.
"Nat, you're perfect." I saw her smile, but she said nothing. Instead she looked up to someone walking towards her. It was him. I clicked a button on my scope and got a picture of his face…and hers. She stood up, shaking his hand and kissing him on the cheek, chatting away in Italian. They spoke about food, and he told her how beautiful she was. They talked about weather, and he told her how sexy she looked. They talked about business, and her told her how he can't wait until tonight. She took the compliments, but I saw the disgust in her eyes as she smiled and sipped at her water.
Every move she made was graceful, as if she had been practicing them for years. She was slow and deliberate, from the way she spoke to the way she tucked loose curls behind her ear. Everything was perfect. When the wine came and she chose the most expensive one, like I told her to, she gave me a signal. It was only small, but I knew that when she flicked her wrist before taking her wine it meant that it was time. I took the scope out from the small hole and dropped a small pill through it, and watched as it landed straight into Slessar's wine and disappeared almost instantly. He didn't notice a thing and I smirked at his stupidity. The poison will kill him within three hours.
"So, Trevor, tell me about your business." Nat carried on, stroking his hand with her forefinger and I saw him swallow hard. Yeah, I know the feeling.
"Well, what do I get in return, Natalia?" He rushed, going red in the face. She leant forward, giving him a clear view of her cleavage, and whispered something in his ear. I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to know what she had to do to get this information. Their meal arrived, and they began to eat in silence, Natasha's eyes following his every move.
"Well," he began, chewing noisily. "I export all my nuclear weapon's over to third-world countries, where a very rich rebel team buy them and make use of them in ways I don't really care about. I didn't know how much of a fortune a man could make of this business, and although it is illegal, I know I'll never get caught. I have had my trail wiped from any radar out there, I am safer than any man in the world." He beamed, obviously proud of the false information he was telling the beautiful woman in front of him.
Eventually their bill came, and I saw a slight smirk on Natasha's face and she looked up at my scope, winking and exiting the restaurant with her hips swaying seductively, teasing me.
I collected my scope, shoving it back into the briefcase none too gently and nearly flew out of that restaurant and into my car, following them back to his mansion and planting the bomb against the back wall, setting it to blow in one hour. I slid through the back door after picking the lock and took down any guard that came in my way, snapping their neck or stabbing them. An instant death, something which was silent and easy. I heard Natasha talking, still in Italian, listening to her voice as I made my journey to the room they were in.
"May I use your bathroom, Trevor? I would like to slip into something a bit more comfortable." This was also another one of our signals. It means the poison will take effect any minute now and he would be at his most vulnerable before he dies. I killed six more guards before I reached his room, where I found Slessar sprawled on his bed, writhing in pain, and Natasha pacing back and fourth in the room.
"Oh, you took your time, Barton." She barked, "He's nearly dead already!" she motioned towards the man in pain, but I couldn't help but notice the dark red mark on her neck. She saw my eyes wander and quickly covered it with her hair.
"Nat…" I whispered in disgust. How dare that man touch her like that. It made my blood boil and I felt like slicing him open bit by bit.
"It was apart of the mission. Don't worry about it. Now quick! Before he dies!" she tried to change the subject. I wouldn't forget it. I'd be sure to discuss it later on. I walked over to the man on the bed, sweating and his bald head shiny.
"Your disgusting." I hissed in Italian, before slapping him, and he groaned, letting a fat hand cover his face.
"W-who are you?" he mumbled, dribbling as the poison slowly began to kill him inside out.
"You were wrong about being wiped off all the radars, you were still on ours." I whispered, deadly and cold.
"Who do you work for!" he shouted, coughing up blood which splattered over the pillows.
"S.H.I.E.L.D." I shrugged. "Now, tell us where you hide your weapons, or I'll kill you."
"The poison is already killing me!" he spat, gurgling.
"I got the antidote right here." I pulled out a vile, which was just water. "Tell me where your hiding them, and I'll spare your life."
"Quick, Barton." Natasha grumbled, walking up behind me.
"South of the forest, in the old warehouse, theirs weapons stacked sky high. Now please, the antidote!" he reached up weakly for the vile I dangled in his face, but I snatched it away before he could reach. I uncorked the small glass, tipping the water over his face.
"Oops, I slipped." I smiled, as he began to scream.
"Should we put him out of his misery?" Natasha asked over my shoulder, gun already in hand. I glanced at her neck once more, seeing the disgusting mark that man left on her uncovered by her hair.
"No." I sighed. "No, let him suffer."
We gave Director Fury the coordinates of the warehouse which held the weapons, ran out of the mansion and watched as is blew up into dust, everything destroyed. Fury sent a team of agents to finish off the warehouse and Natasha and I were ready to head back to the hotel and relax. We were silent on the journey home as I drove the car through the roads of Italy, to the hotel where we were to stay at. We were in a 5 star hotel for the first two days, until we were transferred closer so Natasha could organise her date easier. We had one more night to spend in the hotel, if that's what you could call it. It was a small, six-story building, very European looking, our accommodation holding only one bedroom and one bathroom and a small kitchen and balcony. I slept on the floor the first night, and was more than happy to do it again.
We arrived at the small hotel, and walked in silence as we made our way to our room. I had my shower first, being quick so I could save the hot water for her. I scrubbed myself down of dust and cobwebs I had caught in the attic of the restaurant. I walked out with my towel wrapped around my waist, grabbing my clothes as Natasha took over the bathroom and had her shower. I put on my boxers, not bothering with a shirt. The weather was warm and it was stuffy in the small room, with just one squeaky fan.
I decided to make dinner while she showered, remembering how little she ate at the restaurant and how hungry she'd be three hours later. I made two omelettes and poured us both a glass of orange juice, carrying hers back to her bed on a tray and while I sat on the small chair in the corner and ate in silence. I could hear the rustling of clothing against skin as she got dressed behind the door. Last night she had worn long baggy pants and the same jumper she wore on the jet, which was far too large for her. It had been colder last night, but it was warmer now, and I wondered what she'd have on tonight.
As if to answer that question, she walked out of the bathroom. She wore the same jumper, but nothing on her legs. The jumper was big enough to cover her mid-thigh, but it was still a surprise to see so much of her legs. They weren't too long but not too short, just right. They were a smooth, pale, creamy white, not a sickening colour, but just right. She wrung her wet hair in a towel, bunching it up and tying it into a lazy bun, curls falling around her face nicely. It was good to see her so relaxed like this; so vulnerable.
"I smell eggs." She smiled, turning to her bed and seeing her dinner waiting for her. She turned to me and smiled wider, showing her beautiful straight teeth. She jumped onto her bed smoothly, making the juice wobble but she caught it in time, taking a swig out of the glass and placing it on the bed-side table before digging into her omelette. I watched her devour the food, finishing my own and placing the dishes on the floor beside the chair. She sat there, cross-legged, chewing happily and looking around the room like it was the first time she'd seen it.
"How do you feel?" I asked as she finished her meal, grabbing her dishes and my own before turning to the kitchen and rinsing them down. I followed behind her, leaning against the door frame.
"I feel…proud." She turned, leaning against the bench, facing me.
"And why's that?"
"Because this whole mission was executed for a good reason. I killed for a good agency, not evil. It just makes me feel proud that I have finally used my skill to save the world, not make it worse." She mumbled, starring absently behind me. I just nodded.
"And what about the…Process of the mission?" I asked finally, determined to discuss that hickey on her neck. Her eyes darkened slightly.
"Well, I'm used to it. Its nothing different to what I had to do back when I worked for…" she trailed off, frowning at the ground.
"No. I wont let you feel that way. You are not some sort of toy for them sick men to play with. You are worth more than that. This," I walked towards her, placing a finger on the most recent mark on her neck. "This, will not happen again. Do you understand? I do not want you to let yourself be touched unless it is absolutely compulsory. Do you understand?"
"Barton…" she sighed, rolling her eyes and pushing past me, "I will do anything I can to get a mission done with as much accuracy as possible. I did it before and I will do it again. Just let me do my job the way it needs to be done, and I will do the same for you." She turned her back to me, walking out of the small kitchen and towards the balcony, opening the doors and leaning against the railing. The view was nothing big, just of the ancient town lit up in the night.
"Lets make a scrapbook." I said after a while of starring at her from the balcony doors. She turned, an eyebrow raised.
"A scrapbook?"
"Yeah, like we get a photo of the two of us after each mission and we fill a book with memories and all the fun and bad things that happen, so we never forget and can look back at them later on." I explained, taking out my phone. She smiled at me, a look of curiosity in her eyes.
"Okay," she nodded, pulling me towards the balcony railings, turning our backs from the view so it was in the photo. I turned the flash on, holding the phone up and taking three photos of us, just in case one turned out bad.
We headed back inside, and I began to set out blankets for myself on the floor at the foot of her bed, grabbing my pillow and laying down.
"Clint…" she whispered, and I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear it or not. I just laid there. "Come up here. I noticed how stiff you were yesterday morning.
"Are you sure? I'll be fine down here." I mumbled, and when her head poked over the side of the bead and she grabbed my arm, yanking me up, I couldn't resist. I grabbed my pillow and slid into the bed, big enough for the two of us. I laid down as she scurried back under the blanket, and I got a little glimpse of her black silk undies before the blanket covered it. She turned her back to me so my bare chest was pressed against it. Hesitantly, I draped my arm lightly over her waist and relaxed into the mattress.
She was asleep almost instantly. I could tell by the way she breathed. Deep and shallow. I closed my eyes but continued to think. Think about everything. I knew sleeping in the same bed as her was a big trust factor with Natasha, but since she was willing to let me do it by her own choice, it must go to show how much she does trust me.
I kissed her lightly on the head, breathing in her scent, before drifting into a dreamless sleep, absentmindedly stroking the disgusting mark on her neck with my forefinger.
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