A/N thank you so much for the continued support on this fic and apologies for the delay. I've rewritten this scene because A) BlackHawk, always BlackHawk, and B) there's not way Natasha would have been sitting around twiddling her thumbs waiting to be rescued. Just no.

"Come on" she muttered to the panel in the wall, her brow creased in concentration. She had already rewired the lock on the cell door. Now all she had to do was reset the control panel and she'd be busting out of here in no time. She suspected the team would be here soon but she'd never been one to sit around and play the victim. In fact, given the current tally between herself and Clint, she really couldn't afford to waste any time.

What tally, you ask? Okay, so, every time she had to rescue Clint, she gained a point. Whenever he was required to rescue her, he gained a point. The tally had been running for the duration of their sixteen year partnership. The tally currently stood at Natasha – 17, Clint – 12. She had a five point lead. She wanted to keep it that way.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of the wires beneath her fingertips. Just one more…. Suddenly an arrow hit the control box. It was one of Clint's EMP arrows. As the lock clicked open she cursed softly.

"Hey, honey, I'm home!" His voice sang around the ultronmade cavern.

"Took your sweet time!" She yelled back, wincing a little as her head pulsed; that was quite a hit the Ultron-bot had loosed on her.

"Sorry, sweetie, traffic was hell" He appeared in front of her, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "And I make that 17-13, I'm clawing it back!" He opened the door to her cell with a flourish.

"Don't 'sweetie' me and don't even think about claiming this as a rescue. Another second and I'd have had it!" She replied, narrowing her eyes. Somehow his grin became even smugger. "The score remains at 17-12, young Damsel." She patted his cheek with an air of condescension that was usually only achieved by Tony.

"But you claimed Marrakech!" He whined, passing her the weapons that Ultron had removed from her.

"You were still in handcuffs." She replied, arching an eyebrow. Hell yes she had claimed Marrakech; there was no way he'd have got out of that without her. And he knew it. But she supposed that competitiveness and stubbornness were two of the defining qualities of their relationship.

"Fine. Whatever. We can argue about the score once we're done dealing with Ultron's temper tantrum." He stopped for a second, his expression swiftly changing to one of concern. He looked her up and down. "Any injuries?" He asked quietly. She could see the relief in the lines of his face. Her being taken had scared the hell out of him. This was his way of saying thank God she was okay.

"No," She replied just as quietly. She leant her forehead against his for a moment. "I'm okay." Yes, she was sore. Yes, she had some pretty spectacular bruises forming beneath her suit. But that wasn't what he needed to hear right now. He kissed her quickly before pulling back, smiling.

"Good, because we have a job to do. About time we earned that pay check don't you think, sw-"

"Don't do it!"

"-eetie." He grinned at her and winked. She punched his arm. He let her.

"I earn that pay check just by partnering up with you." She deadpanned. They both knew it was true, hell, Phil had told them as much more often than they'd care to count. He punched her arm. She let him.

"Alright then," He started to say, getting down to business. Now it was Nat's turn to grin.

"Oh, hang on. Before we get started, let me just-" She made as if to rummage in non-existent pockets for something.

"Nat, what are you doing?" He asked in confusion.

"Sorry, just getting my bucket list out- want to make sure I tick off 'get ripped out of the sky by Ultrondroid' before we go save the world again."

He punched her arm again. Hard.

A/N hope you enjoyed that, leave a review and let me know :D honestly not sure when the next chapter will be up but there shouldn't be such a long wait this time