Ok, I had to re-write this. It was killing me and it made the next chapter impossible to write!
Clint groaned as he opened his eyes, wishing the sun wouldn't hit him right in the face every morning. He blinked several times, then seemed to notice that he was in a compromising position. He was sprawled out on his back and Natasha was half lying on top of him, still asleep. One of her smooth legs were between his and her arm was stretched across his chest, her hand intertwined with his. Her head was rested on his chest and she had a content look on her face. There was no way he could move without waking her up and he really needed to pee. With a sigh he closed his eyes once more, deciding a little bladder pain was worth it; he had slept soundly throughout the night and hadn't had a single nightmare, but that was just a bonus to Natasha sleeping with him.
Natasha finally stirred underneath his arm and blinked several times as if she had forgotten where she was. "Oh. Morning." She mumbled sleepily, her breath tickling his chest.
"Morning," Clint chuckled, using his free hand to lazily rub her back. "Comfortable?" He asked as she remained still.
"Very." Natasha closed her eyes once more, relaxing at his touch. This had become their morning routine over the last few weeks: she would wake up only to remain in bed for another hour before Clint finally managed to coax her up. Quite a few red flags were still flying in her brain about the whole situation, but she decided she could care less at the moment. She was comfortable and she was with Clint. Part of her was still leery about the whole situation, but the other part was quite happy. She wasn't sure how she allowed him to get so close to her, but it had happened. She trusted him, but she was still hesitant to get attached to him. Friends could offer each other comfort, right? That thought made her want to laugh as she thought about her current position and she sighed; how were you supposed to fight your own mind?
"You ok?" Clint asked, catching her sigh. His hand moved to her bare arm and Natasha closed her eyes once more, a smile touching her lips. She had never received this kind of attention before; Ianvitch and his men had been rough and violent whenever they had their way with her. Although it was new and a bit startling, she found herself enjoying it.
"Just thinking." She replied after a moment, her voice soft and sleepy.
"You are always thinking. You need to just relax sometimes."
"I am quite relaxed right now." She assured him with a small smile, shifting as he stopped rubbing her arm. He chuckled as she brushed it against his hand once more, encouraging him to continue his previous actions.
"What are you, a cat?"
"Shut up. That feels good."
"All you have to do is ask," Clint smirked. "Or do you prefer going around brushing against people until they rub on you?"
"No one has ever "rubbed" on me before, and if you are comparing me to a cat it would do you well to remember that cats scratch." She tried to keep a straight face but Clint saw straight through it.
"Ah, you wouldn't scratch me. You'd kick my ass." Clint grinned.
"You learn quick." Natasha reached up to give him a slow, lingering kiss.
"Thanks, I think," he replied as she pulled away. "Unfortunately I need to get up."
"Why?" Natasha whined(much to her surprise) as he stopped rubbing her arm and shifted underneath her."
"Because I need to pee. And I am hungry." He nudged her ribs with his finger, only to have her scowl at him. "Up."
"Fine." Natasha grumbled as she rolled off of Clint, shivering at the sudden lack of shared body heat. "You keep it way too cold in here," she remarked as she pulled the blanket around her shoulders with a yawn.
"You poor thing." Clint said in a teasing tone, patting her head and jumping out of the way as she swatted at him. "Go get dressed so we can eat. And maybe brush your teeth," he added with a grin.
"You are a horrible person." Natasha frowned at him as she stood up, taking the blanket with her, and crossed the room to the door. Clint chuckled as she slammed it, then smiled as he looked at her spot on his bed. He could definitely get used to that.
. . . . . .
"Coulson," Natasha acknowledged the man as she heard his footsteps but didn't look up from her book. Phil sighed, shaking his head; he hated that the Natasha and Clint always knew when he was coming.
"Natasha, how are you?" Phil asked as he leaned against the table, watching the female agent. She had yet to look up from her book, as if he wasn't even there.
"Pretty good. And yourself?"
"Busy as usual. Is Clint around?"
"Why are you asking me? I'm not his keeper, thank god for that."
"It isn't an easy job," Phil chuckled before taking on a more serious air. "Since you two have been inseparable lately I thought you might have an idea to where he might be."
Natasha frowned and slowly closed her book, setting it down on the table and turning to the senior Agent. "Excuse me?" She arched an eyebrow, daring him to elaborate on that.
"It's pointless to play dumb. I'm not stupid. Plus Stark caught you two kissing in the gym." Natasha's eyebrows shot up and she silently made a vow to kill Stark for opening his big mouth. Worry began gnawing at her stomach; was Clint in trouble? Was she in trouble? What did Phil want from them? With a frown she decided to remain silent and see where the conversation was headed. "Don't worry, Fury hasn't heard anything about it and I'm not saying anything. Not my business; you are both getting the job done and it isn't effecting the quality of your work, so I'm not worried about it. I do need to speak to Clint though and you as well. We have a...situation in the east."
"What kind of 'situation'?" Natasha silently sighed in relief, her heart rate returning to normal. "And I imagine he is in the weight room. It is Tuesday."
"That's the thing- we aren't really sure what is going on,but it is messy. I'll explain more when we meet, which will be in the A4 conference room in thirty minutes. I need to go find Clint."
"If he isn't in the gym I would check the mess hall."
"Thanks." Phil gave her a friendly smile before going on his way. Natasha sighed as she stood up and headed towards the conference room, wondering what kind of mess they were about to get into.
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"Hey." Clint greeted Natasha with a nod, sitting down beside her and across from Phil Coulson. The senior agent slid them both a file, turning his attention to the projector screen, where several clips of bloody battles were playing. Clint took the opportunity to reach over and brush his lips against Natasha's, only to have her kick him under the table. "Ow!"
"Hey." She kept her eyes trained on the screen as she ignored him and tried to make sense of the mess that she was seeing. She could spot the same two opposing forces in each clip, although one force appeared to be made up of mostly civilian soldiers. "What is this?" She finally voiced her thoughts, turning her attention to Coulson.
"Clips from Budapest. Things have gotten quite messy over there, as you can see."
"Messy indeed. But how does this involve us?"
"I'm getting to that part. As you can see, we have two opposing forces here. The men in the civilian uniforms are actually undercover operatives for a Russian Mob. The men that they are attacking are mixed US and Hungarian Forces that were stationed in Budapest during the election season. They were trying to keep peace during the democracy campaigns since there were threats of a terrorist attack. We had things under control, until there was a bit of a mix up."
"What kind of mix up?" Clint frowned as he thumbed through the file, recognizing several now dead marines from the news.
"Stark was supposed to fly over to meet with a Captain Walshburg and secure an arms deal. We were going to fortify US lines and help secure a stable city once more. Only Stark ending up meeting with an undercover Russian Mob member instead and sold him several nuclear weapons, which are now being used against us."
"Idiot," Clint mumbled under his breath, frowning.
"How are we supposed to help?" Natasha frowned as well, shaking her head; Tony Stark was like an oversized toddler.
"For starters, we need you to get in there and help fortify our lines. The Russians are causing a heavy death toll in the city, as you saw in the clips. I am sure our troops would appreciate any help they could get at this point. Secondly, we need to recover these Nuclear weapons, otherwise any effort to restore peace will vanquished instantly. The Russian's have holed up in the Parliament building and established a base of operations. That would be the best place to start. Assuming you can recover the weapons and are in fighting shape, it would be nice to know who is behind all this." Coulson ran a hand over his head, shaking his head. "Sorry, I know it is a lot to process."
"Nah, it will be a piece of cake." Clint grinned at his friend.
"I figured you would say that. I have already arranged a flight for you two. It leaves in three hours, so you should probably go get ready. If you have any more questions feel free to come find me. Stay safe and come home in one piece, ok? Natasha, keep an eye on him."
"Excuse me?" Clint snorted. "I am the one that has to keep an eye on her."
Natasha rolled her eyes at that and shook her head. "Don't worry. I'll keep him in line."
"I am counting on that. And Barton?"
"What?" Clint glared at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Try not to bring back any women this time." Coulson said with a sly grin that was aimed at Clint. Natasha laughed and smirked, giving Clint that I-told-you-so look.
Clint rolled his eyes, pushing his chair away from the table. "Trust me, I won't make that mistake again. Ow!" He added as Natasha kicked him in the shin again. "Damn you are violent!"
"You are just now realizing this?" Coulson laughed.
"What is this? Pick on Clint day? Geez."
"You poor baby." Natasha smirked as she reached up to ruffle his hair, earning a groan from him.
"I will see you two when you get back. Stay safe." Coulson gave them one last smile before leaving the room, leaving the two agents alone. Clint spun his chair in a circle before sliding it close to Natasha's with a grin.
"So?"
"So what?" She arched an eyebrow.
"What do you think?"
"About?"
"Our assignment."
"It should be simple enough, although it is annoying to have to clean up Starks mess."
"Better get used to that. He is the king of messes." Clint chuckled before leaning over to kiss her. "On the bright side, you get to be stuck with me."
"Oh joy." Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled slightly. "I need to go take care of a few things. I'll see you this afternoon, ok?"
"I look forward to it."
So hopefully this was better than the original post. I had to change the story a bit to fit everything else, so try not to hate me too much! I will try to get the new chapter posted within the weeks! Cheers!