Clint followed Ace down to Tony's workshop, as the party got into high gear upstairs. He claimed he was there for back up, she just thought he was there so he wouldn't miss a minute of her being in a dress. A tight, tiny, black dress at that. Every time she glanced at him he had this shit eating grin on his face like he was trying to keep from laughing.

"You do not have permission to be here." The V.I. informed her, but before any notice could be sent to Stark, not that he would acknowledge it in his current state, she managed to override the security protocols.

"You are good, Stark I'll give you that." She commented hacking through his system in case the V.I. wasn't the only security in the room. "I'd love to play chess with this guy sometime."

"I'll be sure to tell Nat so she can put it in his date book." Clint whispered, watching the hallway.

"Can't. After I work, all night, on this antidote you and I are on a plane first thing in the morning to New Mexico." Ace reminded. "We're in." She informed, pushing open the door and going over to the desk. Ace found a box that contained exactly what she was looking for. She grabbed a burnt out one and one of the full ones, shutting the box right before they heard someone coming downstairs. "Shit." She went to hide under the desk, but Clint grabbed her arm, sitting her on the desk, untucked his shirt, unzipped the back of her dress and kissed her hard on the mouth, running his fingers, through her hair. Ace grabbed the front of his shirt to shove him away, when the door opened.

"How did you two get in here?" She looked up to see Rhodes standing there looking disturbed and embarrassed.

"Oh, the door was unlocked." Clint covered real quick, since Ace was trying her hardest not to start wiping off her tongue.

"It shouldn't have been, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Ace quickly nodded and rushed out of the room, back up the stairs and out the door.

"Ew ew ew!" She yelled giving in to the urge to sputter and spit.

"Come on, was kissing me really that bad?" Clint teased.

"I felt like my brother just stuck his tongue down my throat." Ace explained, then reached around to zip up her dress but couldn't reach. Clint chuckled, walking up to her and zipping it, his hands freezing over the marks on her back where he'd fired one of the arrows she'd designed for him and it had been the only time he'd been distracted enough to misfire and the head split into two hitting her at the top and base of her spine. Ace had been severely lucky the arrows hadn't done anything more than fracture her spine.

"I don't even remember what made me mess up that bad."

"I do. I had just told you that I was only seventeen, making me S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest agent. I remember because no one would shut up about how lucky I was that the injury hadn't killed or paralyzed me, and you came by my room everyday to make sure I was ok."

"That's right, you kept saying you were fine, just bored out of your mind. Speaking of your mind, we better go so you can use yours to make that antidote for Stark and then if I'm lucky you'll sleep the whole way to New Mexico."

"If you're lucky." They made it to their mobile base where she began working away on synthesizing an antidote, and just as she figured the first rays of sunlight were coloring the sky when she finished, and handed it to Natasha. "It's made for quick delivery, inject it into his neck and if I did my work right you should see an instant reaction."

"I heard you had your first cover up last night." Nat said, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Oh, please don't remind me. In three years you two have sort of become my surrogate siblings and for him to kiss me like that -" Ace broke off and shuddered. "I feel dirty."

"Sometimes the job calls for quick thinking like that. I better go so you can go figure out what's going on in New Mexico." Ace rolled her eyes snapping her fingers in Clint's ear to wake him up so they could catch their flight, where luck did favor him, as soon as the jet took off she was unconscious.