Author's Note: Okay honestly the last half of this chapter was fun to write. And I'm excited that people are reading this! Gah, I love you all so much. I do hope you're enjoying this.
I decided to post another chapter quick in honor of the second Avengers movie coming out this week. So instead of the random weird two updates, I'll probably do three, because why not? I do plan to take this story all the way up to the Winter Soldier, even though this part hasn't reached the events of the first Avengers movie yet, but it will. Enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Nine
Remy didn't know how she did it, but she survived the week. It was Friday now, thank God, and Natasha didn't make any plans for extra stuff on the weekend. That meant Remy could sleep in on Saturday and not have to worry about getting even more bruises all over her body than were necessary. And come Monday, she would be heading out to the west coast with the team to do that mission.
Natasha had talked with Remy about the mission, telling her to relax and not to worry about it. The other two knew what they were doing, and all Remy had to do was be charming. Sally assured her that she would look out for Remy (she said this after throwing Remy to the ground and twisting her arm behind her back) and she would kick Agent Jameson's ass if it called for it.
Though grateful for their words and the time they spent with her, Remy was not going to miss these 6 A.M. workouts, or what she referred to them as 'torture sessions'.
But now it was Friday. And she was finished for the week, and subsequently, most of the following week as well. She still hadn't told Clint that they would be moving offices next week, and she was intending on doing her best to keep it a secret until she came back. Except she was so excited to be going out that night with him and some others, Remy was sure she'd spill the beans the second she started throwing back shots.
Remy and Clint agreed to meet at the pub that night around seven, which gave them a few hours to go to their own apartments to get ready. Sally had sent Remy a text saying she and Natasha would arrive a little after seven, as they were planning on getting dinner beforehand. Remy was totally fine with that.
She arrived home a little after five and took the time to get ready. A light dinner, shower, and getting dressed ended up actually taking almost two hours. At a quarter to seven, she was giving up on trying to fix her hair as she ran out the door, purse and phone in hand as she hurried out of the building. The pub wasn't actually far from her apartment, so she was glad to walk there.
Clint was waiting outside, looking comfortable in jeans and a hoodie. He was fiddling with his cellphone, glancing up occasionally as he waited for her. Grinning, she sauntered up to him, exaggerating the swaying of her hips.
"How much, big boy?" She teased, a hand on her hip as she looked him over. Clint looked up in surprise, only to grin, shrugging as he played along.
"I doubt you could afford me." He retorted as he pocketed his phone. "Buy me two beers and we can discuss business." Clint gave her a quick peck on the lips before leading her inside the pub, taking a table closest to the emergency exit. They sat next to each other, knowing that their friends would join them soon. Remy ran her fingers through her hair and winced. Her hair was still incredibly damp from her shower. Clint seemed to notice this and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, forget how to use a towel or something?"
"Oh hush." She grumbled as she tucked some loose strands behind her ears. "I lost track of time, okay, because I was trying to go for a sexy Bond girl sort of look." While she was going for that look with the sleeveless red dress she was wearing, Remy also wore black Converse sneakers, as she figured she would need better running shoes should something happen.
Clint leaned back in his seat, giving her a good look over. "Yea, I'd say you pulled it off." He told her, putting his arm around her shoulder as he pressed his lips to her temple. Remy huffed softly and leaned into him, folding her arms across her chest.
"Yea, I know." She replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm a sexy beast."
A waiter came and took their order for drinks before dashing off again. Clint ordered a beer while Remy opted for vodka and cranberry juice. She wanted something to help her relax from the intense week she had. They were making small talk about work, and just as Remy was about to launch into a rant about Agent Jameson, Natasha and Sally walked up.
"Oh, we talkin' shit about Jameson?" Sally asked, grinning as she took a seat. "Let me tell you something. Agent Rumlow destroyed that kid the other day in the ring. I don't know what was going on, but it sounded like Jameson was trying to get someone to box with him, and was acting like a tough guy. So Rumlow offers and I have never seen someone look so regretful so fast. And it barely lasted a minute before Rumlow knocked his ass down."
"Please tell me there's video evidence of this." Remy begged. Sally brought up the video and held out her phone to Remy.
"Right here."
"Thank the lord." Remy took the phone gleefully, watching the short video of the agent getting knocked to the ground. If she had the chance, Remy would have watched that video several times over, but opted to watch it twice before returning the phone. "That was beautiful. I think I want that projected on my tombstone or something should I die on this mission."
"Wasn't it? It will be fun to see how the two are come Monday." Sally said, grinning. "And you're not gonna die on the mission, so put that out of your head right now. This is going to be an easy thing to do, and you won't even have to handle a gun, okay?"
The waiter stopped by with Clint and Remy's drinks before taking the other two orders and dashing off again. Remy stirred her drink before taking a sip, leaning back in her chair as she looked over the other two women. Natasha had opted for fitted jeans and a jacket, while Sally was rocking a skirt and blouse. Remy tried to keep from grinning when she watched Sally reach over to Natasha, brushing a strand of hair out of the female assassin's eyes. It was so... domestic or something to see them both like this. She almost couldn't stand it.
The night continued after all the drinks were delivered. Clint ordered a second beer, having already finished his first, and Remy pointed out that she would cover those two beers and that was it, and that he was now on his own. He just shrugged and stole a sip of her drink before leaning back in his seat. She huffed in annoyance, both from him taking her drink and from the other two agents laughing.
They made small talk. Remy was really intrigued to have Natasha talk, and the female assassin did tell her of some of things she had done in her time at SHIELD, which almost made Remy want to become an assassin like her. But that would mean firing a gun and she wasn't up for that.
Clint was nursing his second beer and Remy was now on her second drink as well. Sally had ordered vodka and orange juice, while Natasha was content with a rum and coke. It was a pleasant enough evening, and they chatted for several hours before Sally yawned and checked her watch.
"Wow, shit, it's 10pm." She mumbled, raising an eyebrow. "I gotta be up early tomorrow, so I need to call it a night." She got up and headed to the bar so she could pay her tab faster. Natasha stretched out a bit in her seat.
"I'm going to head out too." She told them. Sally came back a few minutes later, pocketing her receipt. "Aw, did you get my drink too?"
"Of course." Sally kissed her cheek and turned to the other two. "Remy, I'll see you Monday. Our flight leaves at eight in the morning, and it's about a non-stop five hour flight, so be ready."
Remy groaned softly and nodded. "Yea, I'm ready." Even though she wasn't. She hated flying and had a crazy intense fear about it. She planned to drug herself to keep from panicking to much on the flight. "I'll see you two later, okay? Have a great weekend."
"You too." Natasha replied with a smirk before she and Sally left. Clint sighed and started to get his wallet out.
"Ready?" He asked. She took his wallet from him and stuck it into his hoodie pocket.
"Uh, hello, I'm paying." She reminded him before grabbing her purse and leaving. He was about to protest, but she was already gone. He finished his beer and stood up, following her over to the bar. Once she closed the tab, they left, stepping outside into the cool air. She pulled Clint towards her, pressing her face against his chest as she mumbled incoherently.
"Please tell me you're not drunk." The marksman said, wrapping his arms around her.
She looked up at him, making a face. "No. I just like that you're warm and I don't wanna go on this mission and leave you to fend for yourself in the office."
"Well, you're sweet to be concerned for me, but everything will be fine." He assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. "So focus on what you have to get done and don't worry about me."
"Yea, but..."
"No, don't." He kissed her on the lips this time to shut her up. If she started worrying now, she would start to have trouble focusing on the primary objective of the mission. Once he broke the kiss, she blinked slowly and focused back on him.
"Wow, okay, so I was going to say, 'Yea, but we have a new office when I come back and I want to get in there sooner rather than later'." She told him, shaking her head. "But no, someone had to be rude and interrupt me."
"Oh."
"Yea, but let's go back to my apartment and you can kiss me again, okay?"
It was either the smell of bacon that woke her, or the obnoxious car horn from the street below. She wasn't sure, but she knew she was awake. And with being awake, Remy realized how sore she was all over, and it wasn't just from the week's worth of working out. Groaning, she forced herself out of bed, pulled on a tank top and shorts, and headed out to the kitchen. Her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her and she hoped to God she would remember it forever.
Because Clint fucking Barton was in her kitchen wearing only boxers, singing 'American Pie', and was busy cooking bacon and eggs and god knows what else. It smelled amazing and Remy wanted some, but she also wanted to take in the view a bit longer.
"Okay, you gonna help me or keep staring, you creep?" Clint asked, not looking up. "I managed to find the food, but I don't remember where your plates and silverware are."
"I'd like to keep staring, but I guess if I want breakfast, I'll have to help." She replied as she made her way over to him. She pinched his ass before moving around him to grab some plates and forks to set on the table. Once that was done, she went to get the coffee ready. This was the coffee she lived for, as it was always the best in the world.
Breakfast was finished minutes later and they both ate in silence. It was the first home cooked breakfast Remy had had in a long time, and she wanted to savor it, but at the same time she just wanted to finish eating so she could go make out with the marksman for a while. Clint seemed to want to hurry as well, because his food was gone from his plate pretty fast and he was already heading to the sink with his dish. She finished right after him, hurrying over and scooting in front of the sink to block him.
"Nope, I'm gonna wash them." She insisted as she set her plate in the sink. "You cooked so you get to sit and watch."
He rolled his eyes and reached around her, placing his plate in the sink. Then he wrapped his good arm around her torso, pulling her back towards him as he pressed his lips to her shoulder. "Can't you do that later?" He whispered, gently nipping at her skin. Remy nodded and pushed him back gently before stepping away from the sink and towards counter space, hopping up on it. Clint grinned as he stepped between her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he kissed her. His hand was starting to slide up her tank top when someone behind them cleared their throat.
"What is the one rule about sex in the apartment?"
Clint froze, eyes widening as he pulled his hand away from her. Remy just laughed, leaning back against the cupboards as she moved her legs away from Clint. When Clint turned around, he was damn well startled to see fucking Agent Phil Coulson standing next to the table, half asleep and not very happy looking.
"Sex stays in the bedroom." Remy recited, rolling her eyes. Coulson nodded and walked past them to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup before he headed back to his room. Meanwhile, Clint stood there, not making a move as Remy tried to pull him back towards her. "Okay, where were we?"
"Oh, no, wait, I did not know about this." Clint said as he looked back at Coulson's door. "I didn't know you two lived together. How does that work exactly? I'm kind of confused right now." He kept his eyes on the door as Remy tried to distract him with kisses and light touches on his chest, but it wasn't working.
Sighing, she pushed him back and hopped off the counter. "Phil became my guardian shortly before I turned 16. After SHIELD detained my father and destroyed his life, there was nowhere for me to go, and like, Coulson has this thing about strays or something, I dunno, because he took me in so I wouldn't end up in the foster system. And … I've been here ever since." She explained as she took Clint by the hand, leading him back to her room. "I mean, yea, eventually I'll move out and on my own, but with him gone so much on missions, I'm pretty much here on my own anyways, so it doesn't bother us. The only rule is that sex stays in the bedroom, and he kind of knew you and I have a thing."
"Oh god." Clint groaned, covering his face. "I don't know why I feel so awkward about this, but I do. It's like being caught by a parent or something."
"Okay, but at least he didn't threaten you." Remy told him. Maybe it was supposed to be comforting. "I mean, he threatened Brock when I first brought him over. And you know Rumlow, guy doesn't show fear, but Phil has that way of scaring people and he terrified Brock. It was beautiful."
Clint groaned again and fell into her bed, burying himself under some pillows. He was just not anticipating Agent Coulson seeing him in his boxers and making out with another agent in the kitchen. It was not a scenario he ever imagined he'd be in.
Remy leaned down and patted him on the head. "At least you weren't naked. He might have tazed you for that."
That didn't help.
Closing Note: The roommate is revealed. And I realized the other day that I've been building up Remy's character and story since around February. She went through many changes before I decided on the character she is now, so it's been fun watching her evolve. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, because like I said, I enjoyed writing the last part.
