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The two managed to start piecing together the previous night, each adding details as they remembered them.
Clint had stayed down in the lobby to make a couple of phone calls arranging their move to their apartment and getting into character for their mission. Natasha retired to the room where she found the letter from the hotel management and the clothes in the closet. To hell with staying in for the night. She wanted to have a little fun.
She chose the slinkiest black dress and put her hair up in loose curls and pinned it back. She left a note for Clint saying where she would be and signed it "Adeline," her alias.
She found a seat and listened to the live music. After a short wait (and a vodka martini) at the bar, she felt a presence next to her. Turning her head, about to tell the stranger to go away, she saw Clint wearing a suit and ordering a drink.
"Cli- Alexander," Natasha caught herself and addressed him as his alias, "you look lovely." Clint grinned at her wanting to tease her for complimenting him but needing to stay in character.
"And you look ravishing, my dear," he responded with a wink. Natasha gave him a chastising look and hoped he didn't notice her blush. The two sat side by side at the bar drinking too many drinks and doing their best to convince those around them that they were a young couple madly in love. Natasha was about to respond to a question Clint asked when she saw a mischievous glint in his eye. He pulled her off her seat and on to the dance floor as a fast paced song started to play. She recognized it as "Sway With Me" and followed as Clint pulled her in tight and led her in a dance.
She thought about how close she was to Clint and blushed again. At least no one would be skeptical of their cover. As the singer crooned the words Clint hummed along in her ear and, true to the song, the were swaying close. Clint proved again how good of a dancer he was, leading without a problem, dancing faster here, slower there, and adding a little flair when he pleased: a spin, a dip, and whenever Natasha looked surprised Clint responded with a wink. By the end of the song they were about leaning on each other dancing as one.
The song grew softer and came to an end but as Natasha tried to pull away and lead Clint back to the table, he tugged her hand lightly and refused to budge. The band started playing a slower song, romantic and quiet. Clint pulled her back into him, her hand in his and his other arm wrapped tight around the small of her back. Natasha, too taken aback to resist wrapped her arm behind him and draped her hand on his shoulder. As they danced slowly and sweetly neither noticed her head fall to his shoulder nor the dance floor grow empty. As the second song came to an end the two drifted apart slowly and smiled at each other.
They left the bar and were walking through the lobby towards the elevator when a man in a business suit approached them.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Collins." He greeted.
"Adeline, please," Natasha responded in character.
"Alexander, or Alex," Clint added shaking the man's hand and tucking Natasha in to his side, his arm around her.
"It's an absolute pleasure to have you staying with us. My wife is a great fan of the ballet and when she heard you would be visiting Paris as a guest instructor, and staying here for a couple nights, she ordered me to ask if you might be performing at all while you are here." He looked towards Natasha pleasantly and expectantly. Natasha made a mental note to applaud S.H.I.E.L.D on their great skill creating aliases.
"I have not yet organized a performance though I am hoping to soon. It would be a small venue of course, though I will be sure to reserve tickets for you and your wife." Natasha wasn't sure what would happen with the mission but she thought that might be a good diversion if it became necessary.
"Wonderful, wonderful. I will let you on your way and please, contact me personally if you need anything." He smiled and nodded to Clint before walking away.
Clint giggled, trying in vain to stifle it.
"What?" Natasha asked, starting to laugh but not knowing why.
"Did you see his toupee?" He asked, breaking into full laughter. Natasha laughed , more at Clint than the man's hairpiece and tugged him toward the elevator.
Clint calmed down by the time they stepped into the elevator and realized that Natasha's hand was still nestled in his. Natasha was startled as he dropped her hand and placed his on the back of her neck, his other hand drifting to her back to pull her close. He brought his lips to hers and gingerly, as though he was afraid to hurt her, he kissed her. Quickly the gentle kiss grew more passionate, Natasha getting lost in his alarming sincerity. She hardly noticed leaving the elevator and finding their room.
Natasha looked to Clint in surprise, a similar expression reflected in his features.
"Um-" Natasha croaked. "I'm gonna... shower." She raced to the bathroom quickly. Clint reached to catch her, unsure of what he would say but was too late. The door was closed.
Natasha leaned on her side of the door, trying not to panic when she realized she really wasn't panicking. At all. She stepped out of the bathroom meeting Clint's eyes and reading the hurt, concern, and confusion on his face. With more calm than she would've thought possible she strode across the room, stood on her tiptoes to reach her arms around his neck, and crashed her lips to his.