Chapter 8: lies

AN- this is a short chapter, just to add to the climax. Enjoy, review anonymously or not!


"Why don't you want to?" Natasha raised her voice.

"I can't do that! Why don't you try it?" Clint raised his voice back at her.

"She's your wife, not mine!" she paced back and forth in her bedroom, her black bra strap falling off of her shoulder.

"I know she's my wife, but I have no subtle way of telling her!" Clint said, reaching for his shirt at the end of bed.

"Clint, we can't do this anymore. We can't keep hiding and hiding." she said her voice gravelly.

"I know, please don't leave me, Natasha. I can't take you leaving me ever again."

She sighed, "I know, me too, but you'll have to tell her we're having a relationship sooner or later." she sat beside Clint and wrapped her arms around his taut and bare torso and hid like a child. He returned her embrace, "We'll get through this. And I'll tell her, for you."

"Thank you, Clint."


He went inside his home, and headed to his bedroom, thinking if he should tell Liz now. He stopped in front of the door, and let out a deep breath.

when he entered the room, he saw Liz on the bed, wearing a lingerie. "Hello, husband," she purred, and Clint just couldn't look at her. She slowly and seductively got up and smoothly moved across the floor, and she went closer to Clint, her finger drawing an invisible patter on his shirt and his chest.

"How about... We have some time alone?" she whispered, but he stood still. "what do you say to that?"

"Huh, oh, I mean, I can't..." he mumbled, and looked away.

With that statement, Liz lost all her seduction, and she pulled away from him.

"What are you saying?" she asked, confused and rather angry.

"I...I have to go somewhere." he mumbled again.

"Again?" she asked angry.

"Yes, I-I'm going bowling with Natasha."

"Natasha, Natasha!" Liz said, throwing her hands up in rage. She stood by the window with her arms crosses tightly near her chest. "Are you having an affair with her?" she said softly.

"No. We had just planned a bowling night together, as best friends," he said lowly, "You know she's the only friend I ever had, Liz."

"Fine, I'm letting this slip. You go enjoy bowling night with her." she said, walking briskly towards the bathroom. He sighed and drove the car to go to Natasha's place.

When he entered, he saw Natasha lying down on her leather couch, watching tv. She sat up to see Clint, with a grateful look on her face.

"Did you tell her?" she said, with a hint of brightness in her voice.

"Yes."


I'M SORRY IF IT LOOKS LIKE CLINT IS A BAD GUY he's not, I promise. :) Review pleaaaaase