Author's Note: Another double update! Okay. This chapter gets a bit steamy at a point, just a warning. And chapter 27 is basically going to be the same. But I was wanting to put some sex in this story between the two and I figured why the hell not? So this chapter does get a bit M rated toward the end of it.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Now with Remy's injured arm, the work took an extra two weeks, but they were finally done electronically archiving all those old damn files. She was ecstatic, but she kept it all inside as she sent a photo of the last form being entered into the computer and sent it to Clint, adding the message, Thank fucking God it's the last one.

Once the files were done and packed back into their boxes, she sent an email to Fury to tell him the news. Her office mate looked over at her. "Now what, Agent Black?"

"We bask in the glory of our work being done, Agent Banks." Remy replied with a content sigh. Her phone buzzed and she grinned. Clint had actually replied fast, which she was pleased with, saying that he wished he could celebrate with her by burning all the boxes. Oh, she wished he was here too, but she knew it wouldn't happen.

"What's so funny, Agent Black?" Banks asked, watching her curiously. Banks was adorable, Remy decided. She was young and fresh faced, having only just finished her initial training only a few weeks prior. With Clint gone, Banks had taken over his job, and it was only this morning that she confided to Remy that she was terrified of her, which was why they didn't talk to each other when Banks first started working with her a few weeks ago.

Remy found that hilarious, but didn't say anything. Let the newbies fear her.

"Nothing, Banks." Remy grinned as she set her phone on the desk. "It's just nice to be done after like, five months of this stuff. You know that you're the third person they've paired me with since I started this project? It's insane. I feel you deserve a trophy or pen inscribed with this date on it for sticking with me."

Banks nodded. "How come I'm the third one?"

"Well, I was working with Agent Davis from accounting, and they swapped her out to bring me Agent Barton because he went and broke himself." Remy explained, glancing at her phone as it buzzed again. "So they stuck me with him up until they reassigned him to something else." She checked it and bit back a moan. Why must he send half naked photos at the most awkward times?

"I've heard about Agent Barton. What's he like?" Banks asked with a grin. "I've um, I've heard he's quite attractive."

"Mmm. Well, I dunno about that." Remy said, her eyes studying the picture on her phone. "I guess he's okay. His arms are a little to muscular and his vision is way to good to be normal." She pocketed her phone with a grin.

"Do you know him well?" The younger agent asked, her cheeks reddening. "Does he have a girlfriend?"

Remy's attention snapped toward her. "What?"

"Oh, um, I was wondering if he had a girlfriend." Banks repeated, the blush still there. Remy watched her carefully as she leaned back in her chair, wondering what was the best way to answer this.

"Well, he does, yes." She replied, picking her words carefully. "But hon, wait a while before you start getting crushes here. It can make it awkward if you start dating someone right away." Remy looked at her phone. "It can get awkward really fast."

"Oh, um... okay." Banks looked a little put out by the advice, but Remy didn't really care. Mostly she wanted to get the conversation away from Clint, so she decided to change the topic.

"So, uh, do you like soccer?"

It was quitting time now. Remy was relieved because that meant a few days off before starting at administration. She had received an email with the information on her new job, and it wasn't that exciting, but it was different than what had been going on for the last few months, which was fine by her. She was glad to be back among the rest of the agents and not secluded away from them like she had been. And while she would miss the nice big office, she was glad just to socialize again.

She stopped for Thai food on her way home, internally debating on what movie to watch. It wasn't so much she wanted a movie to watch but she wanted the background noise. It made the apartment seem less empty since Coulson was still away. She couldn't remember the last time he had been gone for this long, if ever, but she was slowly getting used to it.

After juggling the Thai food and her keys, she got into the apartment, turning on all of the lights with her elbow. It was quiet as usual, but something didn't seem right. Frowning, Remy stayed by the door, looking around. The lights had been off until she came in, the TV was off, the windows were closed, and everything seemed normal.

Except for the half empty glass of water on the counter that had a few roses in it. She continued to frown, looking around the room. The floor plan was open for the most part, save for the two bedrooms and bathroom (Remy had been blessed in getting the master bathroom and never had to share with Coulson or guests). No one should be in here but she felt incredibly nervous now. After setting the food on the counter, Remy grabbed the biggest knife in the butcher's block. It's possible that she was just being overly paranoid and that there was no one in there, but who the hell would have left roses? Clint was still away, and she never gave him a key to the place. But then again, he could pick the lock, but why would he?

There was movement coming from her bedroom. Aw, shit, someone was in here. Quietly, Remy approached the door. For whatever reason the door was closed. She left the door open this morning when she left. Swallowing heavily and quickly having second thoughts, Remy gave the door a kick and rushed in, knife at the ready as she gave a yell.

And she was immediately disarmed and thrown onto the bed. She could hear the knife clattering against the floor as a hand pushed on her chest to keep her from getting back up.

"Remy, Remy! Relax!"

She stopped moving and stared wide eyed at the intruder. "Are you fucking kidding me, Clint?!" She yelled as she knocked his hand away. "I could have killed you!" He gave her a knowing look and she huffed. "I could have injured you somehow!"

"Well, you didn't." He replied, pulling her onto her feet before he hugged her, being careful of her arm. "And I'm glad because I do have to go back in a few days." She grumbled in annoyance, pressing her face against his chest as she closed her eyes.

"The hell you doin' here?" She asked, voice muffled against his t-shirt.

"Somehow I had a few days off." He replied with a shrug. "And these days off somehow lined up with your days off because you finished those damn papers finally. Not to mention I wanted to make sure you weren't getting shot at anymore."

Remy looked up at him as she attempted to try and pull his shirt off, choosing to ignore the 'getting shot' comment. It was a little difficult to do with her injured arm, as it hurt to move it to much. After a few attempts, she gave up and sat back on the bed, looking around it. That's when she noticed what was going on. "You lit candles and put rose petals on my bed."

"And I was about to start a bath for you..." He told her, suddenly realizing his surprise was ruined. "Aw, I guess I won't get to sweep you off your feet and make you cry."

She looked back at him, grinning. "You dork. I'm still surprised, even though I thought it was a murderer in here." She said, standing back up and wrapping her arms back around him. "And I'll agree to a bath if you're in the tub with me, because I want to cuddle you and just stay naked for the next few days, okay? Not to mention those photos you've sent me have been an incredible tease for me, so I gotta stare at your body for a little while."

"You only care about my body." Clint sighed, pretending to be offended. "I should have known."

Remy looked at him innocently as she pulled away from him and headed to her bathroom, shedding her clothes on her way. Clint grinned and followed after her, doing the same before he flipped the bathroom lights on. There were more candles in there, unlit, and a few bottles of her favorite beer resting on the counter. He started the water, making sure it was hot before he allowed the tub to fill. Straightening up, he stepped into the tub first, leaning back and propping his feet up on the edge of the tub before looking up at her, grinning. Remy rolled her eyes and climbed in after him, sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. It was a tight fit, and a little uncomfortable, but they could make it work. Once the tub was filled enough, she leaned forward and shut the water off.

"We might get stuck in here." Remy told him as she leaned back against him, resting her head against his shoulder. Clint shrugged, wrapping his arms around her waist as he kissed her cheek. "We might have to resort to cannibalism."

"If it comes to that, you have permission to eat me." Clint murmured in her ear, tightening his arms around her as he held her close. She laughed, reaching back to run her fingers through his hair, turning her head to give him a kiss. He pouted at the laughter, kissing her back. "Are you laughing at my willingness to sacrifice myself to you?"

"No, I'm just laughing at the idea of actually getting stuck in here." She giggled, trying her best not to have a full blown laugh attack. "Like... oh man, could you imagine?"

Clint shook his head and grinned, leaning back in the tub as Remy awkwardly rolled over in the tub, keeping her bandage out of the water as she faced him. She kissed him again, resting her injured arm on the edge of the tub while her other arm helped to balance her. Clint nipped her bottom lip as he brought his hand up to brush her hair out of her face, the other hand moving to her shoulder to help balance her. The last thing he needed was her losing her balance and breaking something on her or him.

After a few minutes she broke the kiss and moved back around, leaning back against him. "Y'know, I could get used to this. Coming home from the office and having a bath ready for me, maybe having a naked boyfriend around so I got some eye candy while I relax."

He laughed at that, shaking his head in disbelief. "You say the weirdest shit at times, babe."

"Yea, and that is why you keep me around." She retorted with a smirk as she stretched her arms out. "I got nice tits and say the best things." She tilted her head back to try and look at him. "Not to mention you like my soft tongue."

"Mm, are you gonna use that soft tongue on me while I'm here?" He asked, lowering his left arm into the water to wrap around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. His right arm stayed outside of the tub, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair slowly. She closed her eyes and sighed in content, relaxing against him. Clint dropped a kiss to her neck as his left hand moved down her stomach and between her legs, earning him a gasp from Remy. "You didn't answer my question."

"Uhhh... um, repeat it?" She asked, squirming around in the tub as she tried to find away to get comfortable now. They did this once before in her bathtub early on when they first hooked up, and it ended up with Remy's thigh cramping up and Clint nearly breaking a few fingers. After that, they agreed that sex in the bathtub was probably not a good idea.

He chuckled, his movements slow, bordering on torture as Remy tried to get more friction. If he was going to keep teasing her, she was going to leave the tub to take care of herself then. "I asked if you were going to use that soft tongue on me while I'm here." He murmured into her ear before pressing a kiss to her cheek as his fingers increased their speed and pressure. She whined in response, squirming around in the tub. The water splashed around, spilling out onto the bathroom floor.

"W-Wait, stop." She grabbed his wrist, halting his movements. "If my muscles cramp up in here you're gonna have to carry me, and I really don't want you to have to carry me after you nearly dropped me that one time."

"That was an accident!" He insisted, trying to free his wrist from her clutches. "If you weren't trying to grab my dick it wouldn't have happened, you know."

"I was looking for something to hold onto in case you dropped me!" She replied, pouting at him before standing up and stepping out of the tub. "And now you got me goin'. Out of the tub and get to the bed."

"Ooh, I like it when you boss me around." He teased, unplugging the tub and getting up. She handed him a towel before grabbing her own. He dried off quickly before tossing it aside, grabbing her by her uninjured arm and pulling her along to her bed. She laughed and went along with him, pushing him down onto the bed before she climbed after him, straddling his waist.

"Well, I'm glad you like it. I may have to keep it up." Remy grinned, looking down at him. Rolling his eyes he sat up quickly, hands on her hips before he flipped her onto her back. She yelped, both in surprise and in pain, at the sudden position change. He winced and kissed the bandage on her arm.

"Sorry." He murmured, trailing the kisses up her arm and shoulder, moving to the nape of her neck. She just shrugged, wriggling around underneath him until she was comfortable before stretching her arms out above her. One hand stayed on her hip while the other moved to touch her cheek softly before brushing her hair out of her eyes. She shivered, biting down on her lip as she closed her eyes. "Hey, open your eyes, babe. Look at me, please?"

She opened her eyes again and looked at him. He grinned and gave her a kiss, pressing his body against hers as he pulled her legs around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her as she kissed him back, moaning loudly.

"You know we're gonna do this for the next few days, right?" She mumbled against his lips, rocking her hips against his. "Basically just be naked?"

He nodded, nipping at her lip gently before letting out a low groan. "I didn't bring a change of clothes, so I'm good with that."

She grinned at that answer.

Closing Note: So not super duper sexy times, but that's what the next chapter is for.