Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel nor the Avengers nor the character of Clint Barton/Hawkeye

The next morning Angela woke up with Clint beside her. He held her tighter when he sensed her awake. She smiled the memories of last night coming back to her.

Clint started to get up. Angela started to stir as well.

"No, you stay," he said softly into her ear.

Angela smiled and held back an imitation of a bark. That joke seemed to childish for the situation even though it was Clint after all.

"Why?" she smiled innocently as she wrapped the sheet around herself while she sat up.

"Because I want to make you breakfast."

"I am not really a breakfast in bed kind of girl."

"Who said anything about eating it in bed?" asked Clint.

Gasping, Angela reached for a pillow and hit him in the face.

Clint retaliated by pinning her backward onto the pillows. His face only inches from hers. Clint leaned in and kissed her.

"Just give me 10 minutes," he said. Clint sat up and slid off the bed.

"Ok," Angela said a little breathless. "I need to shower."

He put his pants back on before heading out the door. As he did, he turned around and provoked her by saying "So now I have half an hour."

He smiled mischievously as he disappeared out of view of the doorway. Angela threw a pillow anyway. It bounced off the edge of the door frame before landing in front of her dresser inside the bedroom.

"You missed!" she heard him call. Angela couldn't help but laugh.

Less than twenty minutes later, Angela emerged from her bedroom, showered and dressed in older jeans and a loose tee.

Clint was moving bacon from a frying pan to a plate already sitting out for her. It held French toast and scrambled eggs. Her favorite.

As Angela sat down, Clint laid out a knife and fork for her as well.

"What? No freshly squeezed orange juice?"

Clint pulled out a glass of orange juice out from behind his back.

"You didn't!" She exclaimed before eyeing the empty carton peeking out of her trash can lid.

"Well I had a little help," he admitted sheepishly. "But now I know I will make some for you next time?"

"Next time?"

"Or you know, just whenever."

"I shall hold you to that." Angela informed him.

After a moment of silence, Angela said more seriously "Thank you."

Clint came around from the other side of the kitchen counter and kissed her on the top of the back of her head.

"I mean it, really, thank you," she found herself repeating.

"You go ahead and eat," he told her. "I am going to shower and change."

Another mischievous smile, as he plucked a piece of bacon off her plate.

He left her apartment. Just as the door closed, Angela muttered, "You forgot your shirt,"

When Clint came back, Angela had just finished putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.

He looked serious and his hair not fully dried. Angela noted that he was holding his cell phone.

"Hey, I really hate to do this to you-" Clint started to say.

"But work called and you have to go," Angela finished for him. Inwardly sighing, so much for spending the day together.

"Yeah, How did-," he started to ask but knew better. "Its just paperwork that can't wait and a possible meeting. I won't be long. Plus, apparently, I have to pick up something. "

Angela was going to ask what it was but decided she didn't really want to know.

Instead she asked, "Are you still going to be able to go to the ceremony today?"

"Yeah, I will pick you up at 4."

"Alright."

She followed him to the door. He turned around and looked at her for a long second.

Angela broke the silence by saying, "Go. Go already."

She locked the door behind him. Sighing she walked to the table and opened her laptop. Logging into her email, she looked at her inbox. Nothing. Figures. The one day she needed something to do and work had nothing for her.

She closed the laptop, holding back another sigh. She didn't feel like going on any of the social media sights. There was nothing good on TV this time of the morning.

The next few hours passed slowly for Angela. She ended up cleaning her apartment thoroughly even though it was barely messy to begin with. She had turned up the music and even sang along to some parts. Around 3:00 Angela decided to change into some thing more appropriate for going out in public.

Angela rolled up the ankles of her dark denim skinny jeans and put on her strappy gray heels.

She looked in the mirror one last time. She was ready, in addition to the skinny jeans she was wearing white flowy tank top paired with a deep navy blazer and a long silver chain with a circle pendant that read 'Love' in a fancy script, which had given to her by her late grandmother.

Looking down she twisted the pendant in her fingers, the only thing she had left from the only relative in her family who hadn't despised her for her career choice and pretty much any other choice she had made that was different from the rest of her family.

She didn't hate her parents. Not really. They just never approved of anything she did after she announced she didn't want to be a doctor. Besides it didn't matter now anyway. They were gone. That thought just left her feeling empty inside. A knock on the door brought her out of her glum reflective state.

She opened the door to find Clint standing there solemnly as she felt. Then she took in what he was wearing. It was THE uniform. Black zip up shirt with the iconic purple arrow on it, tight fitting black pants with black lace up boots. He even had the gun holsters in his hands along with a jacket.

Oh hot damn!

Without thinking, she grabbed a slightly startled Clint and pulled him inside. The door was barely closed before she started kissing him.

She was tempted to pull him to the couch but they needed to be somewhere. Didn't they? She couldn't remember as Clint's hands went farther down her back. He pulled away slightly.

"A repeat of last night already?" he murmured more than slightly breathless himself.

"No time," Angela said. "We really should get going." But Clint wasn't listening. He was kissing her neck and Angela had to force herself to stop.

She tried to take a step back but Clint pulled her in closer. Before he could lean in again she put her hand on his chest.

"Sorry," she said trying to get control of the situation but mostly her own emotions.

"Don't be," he said grabbing her hand keeping it in place.

"You're right we so be going," Clint said softly. "However-"

"However?"

"However," Clint repeated. "We will continue this tonight."

Angela couldn't help but smile coyly, "Oh definitely."

Clint, still holding her hand, led Angela out of the apartment. She grabbed her purse and locked up on the way out absolutely in a much better mood.

Clint threw the dark gray jacket and zipped it up covering the purple arrow. He also pulled out a matching dark gray non descript baseball cap and put it on. Angela knew what he was doing by the time he pulled out the black sunglasses.

Hiding not only his uniform but also his identity. Angela smiled at that thought knowing she was privy to his secret.

Clint must have seen her and thought she was smiling at what had almost occurred in the apartment only a few moments ago. He started laughing which caught Angela off guard.

"What?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"What is it?" Angela insisted.

"Its- Its just that- if I had known you would have reacted that way, I would have dressed for you in this ridiculous outfit along time ago. It would have made things a lot simpler."

"Oh really?" Angela stood taller. "You think I am some fan girl that would jump you in uniform given the chance? Is that all you think of me as?"

"That's not what I meant- I would never call you a-" Clint said faltering.

Angela wasn't offended. She knew what he meant. Maybe she was a bad person for it but she wasn't going to let him slip up with words without a good teasing first. She kept herself from smiling at the idea, wondering just how far she could draw this out.

"I didn't mean that, I swear."

Slowly the elevator descended from the fifth floor. Clint was still struggling with his words. Angela forced herself to ignore him and looked up at the light behind the floor numbers shifting from three to two.

She continued to say nothing and soon the elevator landed on the first floor with a soft bump. The elevator dinged as the doors started to open.

"Well I learned something today too," Angela said smiling mischievously as she started to walk away. "I CAN catch you off your guard."

Angela turned around taking him in standing there with his mouth open in mid sentence. "Twice."

She smiled to herself and continued walking leaving him to follow behind.