A/N: I'm sorry my updates are taking so long, it's just not that easy to think of funny scenarios all the time.

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. It.

Warning: None

Natasha was on a break from work, she was relaxing in her hotel room when she hear something hitting her window several times her assassin instincts kicked in and silently she walked over to the window with lightning speed she opened it and looked out. It was Clint, he apparently got lonely and decided to pay Natasha a visit but since the hotel clerk was sleeping he hadn't been able to get in the hotel and opted for throwing rocks at Natasha's window hoping to get her attention. Natasha massaged her temples Clint could be a serious man when on a mission but in everyday live the man was an idiot "Barton! You have a phone use it!" Called Natasha from her window before closing it and walking back to her bed; several minutes later she heard a crashing sound and her window shattering she rushed over to see that the window did break and Clint's phone lying in the ground between the shattered glass, Natasha raised an eyebrow "Are you kidding me?" She asked herself.