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Chapter Twelve: Interrogations

Natasha Romanov had been an excellent spy. She could sneak in and out of places without issue. Bat her thick long lashes and make her interrogators spill their most darkest secrets. She had managed to cause another Assassin to spare her life and now... Her she was head in her hands hair half straightened at the kitchen table with the World's Greatest Heroes who were posing as her family since they invited themselves into her little hell protecting her dear beloved partner being grilled about her evening.

She was originally going to share the details with them earlier in the morning before her mentally altered still heart throb inducing partner who didn't have the slightest clue as to what they were had been waiting with them. she suspected that he wanted to talk with her about the awkward or rather Hawkward goodbye interaction.

Natasha had been known to make men crumble not have things go the other way around as she closed her eyes remembering last nights events and watching them replay horrifically in her mind. "He had been standing straight and I blink and there he was. It caught me off guard.. Clint Clint has been the only one capable to do that but then again.. Finn-Clint has snuck up on me twice since we've interacted." She offered playing with a curly strand of hair that needed to be flat ironed.

Tony still channeling the inner god of Brotherhood most likely taking a leaf out of Thor's big Brother book for dangerous people he sighed. "Were you even going to tell us? I know your all for keeping your cover Natasha but seriously it is obvious that you are head over heels for him. He's the same way about you and it's like you'll be dancing dangerously close to things if he moves in.."

Natasha sat silent as Steve appeared with her flat iron plugging it in for her as she resumed her getting ready for work. "I know what I'm doing Stark. And I've been in a few much more dangerous situations and survived. Living with Finn-Clint shouldn't be that difficult.." She said as her curls went straight with every pass of the hot iron.

Bruce was now the one ready to bless the world with his words of wisdom. "What you desire is going to be closer. Are you really certain you'll be ale to handle sharing the same roof with him especially if that deranged ex-girlfriend lingers?"

Natasha nearly forgot she had a strand of hair stuck between the iron until the smell of burnt hair hit her nose as she quickly released it. "Clint never dated her so why would you think I was jealous?"

Tony sighed nearly face palming knowing deep down inside of Natasha that she was an inch away from blowing her cover last night because someone was touching something that belonged to her.

Steve looked at Natasha with a sigh. "It could be like that time you ran into Mockingbird at SHIELD. You pinned her against the wall and started threatening her in Russian. Then you pulled the knife on her because she said something that insinuated she and Barton were together. It took Clint, myself and Thor from you nearly beating her unconscious.."

The crimson haired assassin had a look that seemed of pure innocence on her face. "I don't remember doing that.." She said feeling her face slightly heat up with embarrassment. "If you all will excuse me.. I have to get to work.. You do too Tony.."