Title: Not an addict
Author: Sofia B.
Category: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha & Clint
Rating: T to M (drug use and sexual situations)

Summary: Thought the battle is over, not even Clint in bed with her can make her feel better.

Note: Based on a song by K's Choice. Emotional and full of anguish.

Extra Note: Thanks for all the reviews, they make my day.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zilch.


Clint wasn't sure at what point he agreed to meet up with Thor and Steve at the zoo.

Initially, Clint rolled his eyes and declined when Steve called him begging for assistance after Thor bombarded him with thousands of questions ranging from species of all animals, to why the lion was considered King of all animals. Thor reasoned that billshnipe were in fact king off all species in all realms. Billshnipe rule all, even the Asgardians.

But after one too many BOOMS out of lab Smart Boy Inc. and JARVIS setting off fire alarms, Clint rolled out of bed and decided to join the lesser of the destructive Avengers on their little field trip. He figured it wasn't too bad of an idea; Clint actually enjoyed the zoo, well maybe just the specific Corn Dog stand at the Central Park Zoo. And besides, Natasha wasn't back from her shopping trip yet to keep him preoccupied and he wasn't in the mood for a solo work out session in the gym.

As he reached for his jacket, Clint's mind questioned what was taking his Russian beauty so long. Natasha wasn't one to recreationally "shop", she always was the "get what I need when I need it" type of woman. Granted, she was making an effort to keep her hot temper under control, and if shopping was what was going to help her, then by all means, he was happy to let her go.

Besides, Natasha didn't need a babysitter.

He cursed himself silently as he rolled into his jeans. Why was he fretting over her this much? Sure, she wasn't exactly right in the mind when she shot Tony, which even Clint will defend that Tony deserved it, but by no means was that reason enough for him to worry about her like a mother over a sick baby. Surely they had done worse, far worse at SHIELD.

Another, and this time Tower shaking BOOM snapped Clint out of his thoughts and he made his way outside before JARVIS could set off the alarms. If there was anything that annoyed Clint, it was bombs that were NOT set off by himself.

He opted to walk to the zoo; it wasn't that far from the Avenger's Tower and truth be told he could have used the work out. Other than the amazing sex, Clint had gotten really lazy since his return from Argentina. There hadn't been much training happening for any of them lately, not even Steve. Finally the idiots were actually using their downtime for downtime.

The streets of the New York were fairly busy on this Wednesday afternoon. The sidewalks were filled with people walking somewhat hurriedly to their destinations, impatience evident by those waiting at the stoplight to cross the street. Clint could never understand why people, ESPECIALLY those of New York were so damn impatient. Always in a hurry, never relaxed, the people of the city perplexed him. He appreciated the people that were sitting at the tables of the various cafes that were seemingly enjoying their time over cups of coffee and little pastries or light lunches.

He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on the brunette sitting by herself at a table at Cafe Dulce Vita.

"I thought I told you to stay the fuck out of the United States." His jaw clenched as the words slipped off his lips.

The brunette in question, unfazed by the harshness of the words, lifted her gaze from her book, a small smile crossing her lips at the sight of him.

"And I thought that animals were kept behind cages in the zoo." Her smile widened at the anger that flits in his eyes. "Hello Clint, it's been a while. I haven't seen you, since, was it Budapest?" She gestured for him to take a seat on the unoccupied chair in front of her, presumably to keep him from making a scene.

"What the fuck are you doing here Bianca?" The tone in his voice was harsh, harsh enough to attract some glances from the customers of neighboring tables and stopping a waiter in his tracks. It did not please Bianca at all.

"Is that any way to great an old friend?" The smile on her face now carried obvious angry undertones. Her hand again gestured to the empty chair, her eyes darting towards it. "Now why don't you be a good boy and take a seat before you attract even more unnecessary attention your way," she said, the smile never leaving her face. Clint, who's fists were balled painfully, stared her down for long moments before unwillingly taking a seat across from her. The smile on her face made Clint feel sick to his stomach.

"How have you been? Still as handsome as ever I see," Bianca stated, her book abandoned and hands now clasped on the table. Clint wasn't buying her sweet girl act, he knew her too well for that. And he would bet his life that at that very moment, Bianca would love nothing more than to painfully rip Clint apart, limb by limb.

"What the hell are you doing in New York?" Clint spat back, but in a much softer voice than his previous outburst. He was tense, his whole body was shaking with anger, and that made Bianca chuckle a bit. Getting under Clint's skin was always a skill she considered a valuable asset, especially when blackmail came in handy.

Leaning back in her seat, she crossed her legs, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose. "For your information I am actually here on business, and decided to do a little shopping," she retorted. Clint scoffed at that.

"Your definition of shopping differs extremely from the average woman," Clint hissed, his nose twitching at the statement. he knew all too well what Bianca's "shopping" habits entailed. Budapest was her playground.

"Maybe," Bianca replied, her arms now folding over her chest, "Every woman differs in taste. Thankfully I have a few friends that have identical interest. Makes for fabulous shopping sprees." The evil giggle that escaped her throat after that statement was enough for Clint to want to snap her neck.

"I want you out of New York," Clint warned, his eyes deadlocked on hers. "Now." he ordered.

Bianca, not feeling the least bit threatened, laughed before taking a sip of her abandoned glass of wine. "Or what? Are you going strangle me and tie me up to a concrete beam of a half destroyed building like you did in Budapest? Clint darling, I'm not into your kind of kinky foreplay," she teased, her foot tapping his knee under the table. It took Clint almost all of his strength to keep him from breaking her kneecaps as an instant reflex.

"I'll snap your neck," he replied.

"Oh, that sounds like fun. I'm hoping that would be after dinner and a fabulous bottle of Chateau D'Arcole, preferably from a 2003 vintage," she giggled.

"Don't test me Bianca," Clint threatened.

"Then don't get in my way," she just as quickly retorted, the smile now washed from her flawless features, seriousness now plastered all over.

They stared each other down for a few moments before Bianca broke away, reaching for her belongings.

"As much as I enjoy torturing you with my presence, I have to go to meet up with an old friend." Placing her hand on Clint's fists, she relished the discomfort it raised in him. She placed some money on the table, she gathered her things before raising herself from her chair.

"Take care of yourself Mr. Barton. You are far too sexy to be that much of an asshole, especially to a lady," Bianca stated, before turning and taking a few steps. Clint had instantly stood up and watched her walk, but Bianca turned back to face him.

"By the way," she called out, her eyes locked on his again. "Is Natasha sleeping any better these days?" she asked, another laugh escaping her throat before turning on her heel and walking away completely.

Clint's eyes flared with anger.

She was sleeping alright, and now he knew why.


Uh oh! So Clint now knows, or does he? What will he do when he sees Natasha?

Will he get his beloved corn dog at the zoo?

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