Thanks to all of you who have been reading my little saga! Here we have a mission, but not the one we've been talking about. It's a rewrite of one of my Whumptober stories from last year. I updated it to reflect where the characters are in our story. Speaking of missions, Renner fans might recognize the plot. Enjoy!

The week went by without incident. No rain occurred, so Mikayla had no reason to panic because of the weather. Clint and Natasha had explained to the team how to approach Mikayla to keep her from reacting, and her doctor's appointment went well. Now she was just waiting on the results. To pass the time and keep her mind clear of any what-if that might appear, she studied her dossier. "Damn," she said, leaning over the kitchen island, "I'm going to have to get yet another bathing suit."

"Problem with skinny dipping?" Clint murmured into her ear before kissing her. He and Natasha had just returned from a quick intel-gathering mission, so she hadn't seen him for a few days.

"We're going to be on a cruise with a public pool. I have a feeling skinny dipping might be frowned upon. Oh, before I forget," Mikayla grabbed him by his collar and ravenously open-mouthed kissed him. "Welcome back." She then whispered, "There's more where that came from."

"Hot damn," Clint smirked, wrapping a hand around her neck, forcing her into another deep kiss. He smiled as Mikayla released a moan. After coming up for air, Clint put his forehead against Mikayla's. "I love going on missions, but I love returning more, thanks to you."

Mikayla stroked his cheek. "Always happy to welcome you home, Clint."

Clint left to put up his gear, then returned, finding Mikayla still pouring over her tablet. "How did the visit go?"

Mikayla leaned back and ran a hand through her hair. "Everything's still clear that he could see, so now we're waiting for the results of the scan."

"Who took you?"

"Misty and Sam. I'm still not sure of myself in the city without a team member around."

Clint kissed her temple. "You'll get there. You're at least getting out of the tower and trekking into the city, and that's progress."

She nodded. "That's what I keep telling myself. I'm moving forward and not backward." Mikayla turned her attention back to her tablet.

"Now, what's this about a new bathing suit? You just bought new ones."

Mikayla's voice softened. "The scars would be too obvious, and I don't want to scare off small children or have people gasping. It's either new suits, or I hibernate."

"Okay, since hibernating isn't an option, let's look for new suits because there is no way that I'm not going be going to the pool without you." Clint put his hands on her shoulders and leaned over her to look at the tablet with her. "Hold on a sec, flip back a page or two." He pointed to one. "That looks a lot like the one you have."

"It does, but here's the difference." She clicked on a photo showing the back. "It's a tankini, so it shows less of the back than a regular bathing suit so that it will cover more of my back."

"If it makes you happy, then I'm happy."

Mikayla leaned her head onto one of his hands. "I'll order a couple of them. They should be here tomorrow." She ordered the suits, put the tablet down on the island, then spun around to face Clint. "Now, you have my full attention. How was the mission?"

"Fury discovered another HYDRA base."

"How in the hell do those keep popping up? I thought HYDRA was gone."

"Well, you know their motto, cut off one head, two more will follow."

"Geesh. So, can you tell me where this one was?"

"Siberia."

Mikayla studied Clint. She saw him flexing his fingers as if they were stiff from the cold. When they first met, Clint had just come out of being under Loki's mind control, and since then, he'd get cold on occasion. He'd spent so much time being her heater; it was her turn. "Damn it, Clint. Why didn't you say something? And don't give me it's because you wanted to hear about my bathing suit issues? That could've waited." She grabbed his arm. "Come on, it's warmer up in our rooms, and I'll have Friday turn the heat up if we need to." Clint opened his mouth to say something, then realized it wouldn't do any good, so he gave in and followed her to their rooms. "Come on, let's sit on the couch."

"I'm fine, Mikayla."

"Says the man who is trying not to shiver but is failing miserably. Clint, listen to me. You've been my warmth for some time now. Let me help keep you warm, okay?" He nodded, following Mikayla to the couch. She took the blanket from the back of the sofa and draped it over him. "I'm going to warm up some soup. I'll be right back, okay?" Mikayla kissed his cheek before going to the kitchen. She knew after some missions, it took a bit for his mind to get caught up to his body. She learned the easiest thing to do was let him ease back into his routine. Returning from the kitchen with a mug filled with leftover hot and sour soup from her lunch earlier in the day, Mikayla sat on the couch and handed the cup to Clint. "You okay with holding this?"

"Yeah," he replied with a raspy voice, instantly drinking the contents, enjoying the burn as it traveled down his esophagus. It still amazed Mikayla how he could do that without any ill effects. She made sure the blanket was tightly tucked in around him, then curled up next to him. "Thanks, babe."

"If you fall, I will catch you," Mikayla smiled.

"Stop stealing my lines. I'm supposed to catch you."

"You always do."

Clint lifted the blanket, inviting Mikayla to join him. She crawled under the blanket with him, readjusting as Clint put an arm around her, then she curled up again next to him. "I'm sick of HYDRA. I'd almost rather be fighting doom bots."

"Did you get the intel?"

"Yep, delivered to Fury and Hill, even debriefed. I told them I wanted to come home and spend some uninterrupted time with my understanding fiancée." Clint turned to face her and wrapped both his arms around her. "Come here." He pulled Mikayla into his lap as she draped her arms around him.

"Warm now?" Mikayla asked, tucking her head into the crook of Clint's neck.

"Yep." Clint ran a hand up and down one of Mikayla's arms, causing her to shiver slightly. "Now you're cold?"

"Nope, just missed you."

"Missed you, too, Mikayla." One of Clint's phones buzzed. The couple sighed as Clint leaned forward to answer it. "Joshua here." He kept his other arm around her, shaking his head to ensure she didn't leave. "Sure thing, glad I could be flexible. Later." Clint set his phone on the end table. "Change of plans again.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, apparently even bad guys get sick, appendicitis. It'll be later in the year, so put your bathing suit purchase on hold. Let's see how your back looks once we get a new date."

"Too late, already ordered, flyboy." Mikayla's phone rang. "Hello? OK, thanks for calling."

"Everything okay?"

Mikayla nodded. "Doctor's office." She looked up and beamed. "Scan is clear."

"That's great, babe. Six months until the next one, right?"

"Right." Mikayla released a breath as Clint embraced her tighter. "Still no signs of it."

"Agent Barton? Miss Randall is requesting entrance."

"Thanks, Friday. Tell her to come on in."

"Consider it done, Agent Barton, and congratulations, Agent Fitzgerald."

They heard the door unlocking. "It's still weird to have an AI listening in on my calls."

"At least you know Friday will keep it quiet. Isn't that right, Friday?"

"Keep what quiet, Agent Barton?"

"Thanks, Friday."

"Of course."

"Okay, since you let me in, I'm assuming you're decent under the blanket." Misty came bounding into the living room.

"I love you, Misty, but not that much. Of course, we're decent." Mikayla threw the blanket off the couple. "See, nothing to hide."

"We're taking off, so I thought I'd check in before we left."

Mikayla climbed out of Clint's lap and went over to Misty. "Welcome back," Mikayla whispered as she hugged her best friend. "Got a call from the doc. Scan's negative."

Misty hugged her back. "That's awesome! Have fun celebrating," Misty smarted off. "Take good care of her, Arrow Man."

"You know it, Misty. Hey, tell Sam the mission is on hold because one of the idiots got appendicitis." Clint said from the couch.

"Will do." Misty hugged Mikayla again. "We'll have you two over once he gets all moved."

"Sounds good," Mikayla replied. Misty waved at her as she left the suite.

"They're moving in together?" Clint came up behind Mikayla and put his arms around her, crossing his arms across her chest.

"Yeah, I don't think Sam's ready for the tower yet. This is a big step for Misty. She's never lived with anyone outside her family except me. Let's hope the relationship lasts and they don't kill each other."

"Hey, we've done just fine."

"True, but you are the most patient person in the world, so I've had it easy."

"Speaking of being patient," Clint murmured, nibbling at her ear. "We need to celebrate your good news, and you promised more of this." Clint spun her around and hungrily kissed her.

"What did you have in mind?"

"I think it's time to celebrate. Friday?"

"I'll make sure no one bothers you unless it's life or death."

"Awesome as usual, Friday."

"Thank you, Agent Barton."

Clint led Mikayla to his bedroom. The couple remained behind closed doors until later that day.

"About time you two reappeared," Natasha quipped. "Fury just called. Conference room, he's got a mission." Mikayla looked dumbfounded. There's no way she was ready for a mission. Hell, she couldn't even hold her bow for any length of time, not to mention wearing her quiver. "Relax, Fitzgerald, we need your technical skills on this mission." Clint squeezed her hand as they went to the conference room.

Once everyone was seated, Fury appeared on the screen. "This one is a follow-up to one of Barton and Romanoff's recent missions. Remember the nuclear codes you saved?" They nodded. "We've received word another individual succeeded in stealing them and is going to launch a missile from Mumbai at the US in response to the Kremlin bombing. Barton, you'll need to access the computer array and download a signal, which Fitzgerald will use to pinpoint the enemy's location. There will be a black-tie event they'll be using as a diversion. The host owns an old Russian satellite. We need to get the codes to the satellite from him before the bastards enter them into the computer to sabotage their efforts. Rogers and Romanoff will be attending the gala, while Barton and Fitzgerald will be accessing the computer array. The rest of you will be there on standby until the enemy is located and can be dealt with accordingly. The party is in 72 hours. You four will leave this evening with the others leaving tomorrow. We've secured three rooms at a nearby hotel. Try to use your time wisely and focus on the mission." Fury looked directly at Clint and Mikayla, who shrugged their shoulders. "This will be your first time together on a mission. Let's try not to have any shenanigans."

"No guarantees, boss," Mikayla smirked, happy to be recovered enough to go on the mission.

Fury cleared his throat, ignoring Mikayla. "It will be a masked ball, so you'll find the masks waiting in your hotel rooms."

"Thank goodness," Mikayla whispered to Clint, "We don't need everyone recognizing Captain World."

"You're dismissed. Oh, Fitzgerald? Try to be a tad less like Barton, would you?"

"I'll try, but don't count on it." Shaking his head, Fury ended the transmission. "He says it with love, you know." Mikayla linked her arm with Clint's.

"Or it could be his way of preparing you for the hot seat." Mikayla looked over at him. "I should know since my ass has been in the hot seat more times than I care to count."

Mikayla leaned her head back. "Ass still looks fine to me." She smirked.

"Time to be grownups and get ready for the mission," Tony commented.

"Adulting advice from Tony Stark," Mikayla said. "I think he's already preparing to be a dad. Oh, well," she shrugged her shoulders, "no time like the present, I guess." Mikayla leaned against Clint as they went into their suites to prepare for the mission.

An hour later, the foursome was on a Stark jet heading to Mumbai. The rest of the team would be traveling in the Quinjet. Steve and Nat were at the front of the cabin, sitting on a bench, going over diagrams and strategizing how to obtain the satellite information from the host. Towards the rear, Clint and Mikayla were seated at a table across from each other. Mikayla had her laptop out, looking at the schematics of the computer array. "OK, to shut down the satellite, we have to tap into the central server manually. Now, you'll enter the exhaust vent wearing this under your suit." Clint heard a noise. Looking down, he saw a mesh suit rolling in from somewhere and stopping at the table.

"You want me to wear a suit of armor? Under a suit? What the hell kind of plan is this, Fitzgerald?"

"Breathe, Barton. It's very thin and lightweight but durable. It's not government-issued but Stark-issued, so you can trust it. Keep in mind, the same man that created this suit created your 'splodie arrows.'" She was using air quotes to get her point across. "Now, back to the plan. After entering the exhaust vent, you'll drop down into the computer array, and I'll catch you, then move you along to the relay room, and you jack into the panel."

"Um, how exactly are you going to 'move me along'?" Clint used air quotes of his own.

Mikayla picked up the mesh suit, revealing what Clint could best be described as a large, square, motorized skateboard. "It's magnetized, reacts to the magnets in the suit. I move it, and it moves you."

"If I remember the dossier correctly, it's a 25-foot drop down the exhaust vent, correct?" Mikayla nodded. Clint ran a hand through his hair, exasperated as he didn't know how all this would work out without him getting injured somehow. "Can't I just shoot one of my 'splodie arrows down the shaft?"

Mikayla shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Sorry, no arrows this time. On the plus side," she leaned forward, "I get to see you in a nice suit, and you know what that does to me." She fisted his shirt and drew him close, sloppily kissing him.

"Damn, you're good. I'd jump into the flames of hell for that response."

Mikayla chuckled. "Well, it won't be that hot in the computer array, but you will be all sweaty afterward, and I still have an aversion to showers." She lowered her voice. "I'm sure the hotel has chocolates and champagne."

Clint's eye twitched, and he placed one of his hands over hers. "You do realize I'm about to climb over this table and take you right there, don't you?"

"No hanky panky until after the mission!" Nat shouted.

"Same goes for you and Rogers!" Clint shouted back, then smiled. "That'll shut her up."

Mikayla laughed. "Our teammates know us too well." She released her grip on his shirt, sighing and leaning back, trying to look a little less flushed, which would be easier if she weren't thinking about Clint sweating, a bathtub, chocolates, and… "OK," she shook her head, getting back to the mission planning, "you'll drop into the array, I'll move you over to the power control, you'll plug this into the control." She handed Clint a computer chip about the size of a credit card. "Once you get the satellite codes, you'll punch them into this device." She gave him the device. "Once you've done that, I'll be able to block the transmission of the correct codes to the satellite, sending the location of the bad guys to the Quinjet, then move you back. You'll use the energy from the fan to go back up the array, and our part is done." Mikayla closed the laptop. "Just like I said, easy. The hardest part will be finding something to wear. My ankle and back aren't ready for high heels yet, so I'll need to find something comfortable but still look like I fit in on the off chance anyone sees me. An outfit that will work since I'll be climbing up and down a ladder."

"What about a wraparound skirt and flats?"

"Agent Barton, you are a man of many talents. I never knew fashionista was one of them." A yawn escaped from her mouth. "I swear all I ever do is sleep."

"Here," Clint stood and held out his hand, "let's move to the reclining seats." Mikayla took his hand, and they relocated. Clint moved the armrest between them up and out of the way. Mikayla grabbed a couple of pillows and some blankets, then curled up against Clint. "Warm enough?" She nodded. "Night, Mikayla."

"Night, Clint." Mikayla soon fell asleep as Clint catnapped, keeping an eye on her as this was her first mission since getting out of the hospital.

The group woke up in Mumbai as the plane began its descent. They disembarked and went to the waiting vehicle, which whisked them to their hotel. The foursome located their rooms then unpacked their items. "How's your back, babe?"

"It's holding up pretty well. I didn't think much about it on the flight over."

"More progress."

"Being on a mission and feeling useful is helping, too."

Clint finished unloading their gear and came over to Mikayla. "Hey, you're useful, remember? You've done a lot of work on the Galveston mission, don't forget."

"You're right. Thanks for reminding me."

"Always, babe." Clint held out the chair for Mikayla as she sat down, then walked around and sat down next to her. They pulled the schematics of the building out and studied them. "OK, here's where the servers are located. Here," he pointed to a lower level," is where you'll be working your computer magic." He drew her attention to a ladder. "There's where you will climb down in your wraparound skirt and flats." Clint flipped the plans and pointed to the next level up. "That's where I'll enter as you send in the robot on wheels, spin down the turbine, then I'll jump, travel down the turbine, and the magic magnets will catch me."

Mikayla nodded, stood up, and walked over to the closet. "Let's see what I can find here," rifling through the clothes. She found a turquoise blue wrap-around skirt." This would work. I can wear shorts underneath, stash it when I climb down the ladder, then wrap it back around me when I'm done."

"I'll help you with that, you know," Clint crept behind her and nibbled her ear. "I can work with the accessibility."

"After the mission, RH," Mikayla chuckled, carefully pulling away from him. "Focus on the job at hand. You know, catching the bad guys?"

"Stop playing hard to get."

"You've already got me," she huffed. "Now, we need to pick out a suit for you." Mikayla looked through the men's clothing, pulling out a dark blue suit. "Here." She handed it to him. "You know what effect you have on me when you wear a blue suit, remember? You were wearing one when you proposed."

"How could I forget?" Clint murmured in her ear, running his hand along her hip and up to her waistband, then smirked. "Did I just hear you purr?" He softly worried a spot on the side of her neck. "I will spend the rest of my life getting you to make that noise again."

"Clint, the mission." Mikayla panted. She couldn't help herself as she leaned her head back, giving him more access to her neck.

"Shhh." Clint continued until there was a knock at the door. "Damn it, Romanoff," he muttered.

"Room service," Natasha's sing-song voice came through the door.

"Not hungry," Clint yelled back.

"Open the door, or I'll open it for you, Barton."

"Fine." Clint huffed, then stormed over to the door, flinging it open.

"Well, at least I know we didn't interrupt video sex," Natasha joked, strolling into the room then sitting down at the table, Steve on her heels. "We figured it'd be easier to have room service delivered to one room."

"As a concession," Steve interrupted, "we ordered from your favorite Indian restaurant."

"The one Clint talked about with the chicken biryani?" Steve nodded. "Cap, you're forgiven." Mikayla sat down and began distributing the food.

"Well, I'm not forgiving anyone," Clint muttered under his breath.

Natasha kicked out a chair for Clint. "Stuff your face, Barton. You know you think better on a full stomach." Mikayla chuckled as Clint sent Natasha his best murder glare.

After they finished eating, the group finalized their plans. The couples would enter the party separately. Steve and Natasha would walk around until they spotted the host. Once located, the Black Widow would work her wiles to obtain the satellite codes and transmitting them to Clint. Steve would be there to oversee the crowd to ensure there would be no interruptions. Once the codes were uploaded, Mikayla would pinpoint the location of the people with the nuclear codes, then block the transmission of said codes to the satellite and send the location to Tony and his team. "Okay, sounds like things are set. Mikayla, give Nat your computer, and she'll go in and store it for you. One less thing you'll have to worry about." Mikayla nodded, loaded up the laptop, and handed it to Natasha. "We'll see you all tomorrow night."

After Steve and Natasha left, Mikayla turned to Clint. "We need to make sure the mesh will fit underneath the suit. Strip," she ordered, handing him the mesh outfit.

"Babe, I thought you said we'd take care of that after completing the mission." Mikayla glared at him. "Fine, I'll listen to you this time." Clint peeled out of his clothing, donned the mesh suit, then put on the tailored blue suit over it. "Well?"

Mikayla walked around, surveying the outfit. "Looks good to me. I can't tell there's a mesh suit underneath it. How does it feel? Are you able to move around?"

Clint bent, twisted, and walked around the room. "Easy to maneuver in, shouldn't be a problem."

Mikayla watched him as he traversed the room, biting her lip to keep from panting. 'Damn, he looks hot in that suit. He may think he looks good in purple, but blue is definitely his color."

"Eyes up here, babe." She looked up to see Clint smirking at her. He lowered his voice. "See anything you like?" He smiled as she bit her lip, trying to keep any noise from passing her lips, but failing miserably. Clint elicited a small squeal from her, like the purring from earlier. "My turn to give orders." Clint walked over to her. "Strip." The night ended with them wrapped in each other's arms, the mission put on the back burner for the time being.

They spent the next day sending the plans to Tony and going over last-minute preparations. That evening, the pairs took separate vehicles to the party. Steve and Natasha arrived first, making it easier for them to advise any changes to the venue since the plans were drawn up. Steve was wearing a black suit with a white shirt. Natasha was decked out in a floor-length crimson gown with a slit up to the hip. The couple donned their masks and began surveying the crowd. "There's our target," Steve murmured, pointing toward a dark-haired man with a bouffant hairdo and thick goatee. The couple kept an eye on him, passing the time allowing Clint and Mikayla to get into position.

Clint and Mikayla arrived shortly after the first duo. Mikayla was able to admire how Clint looked in the suit. 'Nope, definitely can't tell he's wearing a mesh suit.' "Eyes up here, missy," Clint growled. "You can get a better view later." Arriving at the kitchen, Clint inconspicuously squeezed Mikayla's fingers. "See you in a minute." Mikayla kept her eyes on him until he disappeared into the kitchen, then she located the entrance shaft down to the basement.

Clint made his way through the kitchen, slipping through among the caterers. He went into the small roof off to the side, taking off his jacket and tie, laying them on a stack of chairs. "Hawkeye in position," he said into his comm, alerting the rest of the team. He had nervous, pent-up energy, so he lunged and stretched. Jobs like this reminded him why he preferred being a sniper, surveying the situation, calling out vantage points, taking the bad guy out with a pull of his bow, but you do what you were told. Thankfully, Mikayla was along for this one, making the mission infinitely better.

"Maid Marian has arrived in Sherwood Forest," Mikayla announced. She had removed the skirt before descending, revealing turquoise shorts and her slip-ons. Her laptop was concealed in her bag, and the rover controller was stored exactly where Natasha had said it would be. After making herself as comfortable as one could be sitting on a milk carton, she pulled it out and started the rover. "Rover's in place. Spinning down the fan now." Clint leaned over and watched the turbine slowing down.

Upstairs at the party, Natasha turned into Black Widow mode. Steve was always amazed during this part of missions, no matter how many times he'd seen her in action. She swayed her hips suggestively as she approached the mark, placing a well-manicured on his arm, then asking for directions to the bathroom. The mark was, naturally, completely reeled, offering to escort her to the restroom. Once she returned, he happily gave her a tour. Steve remained behind, keeping an eye on the couple as they strolled around. "Good to go here. Leap, Hawkeye."

Clint took a couple of deep breaths, rolling up his sleeves. "You're sure about the suit, right, Ladyhawke?"

"Of course, Hawkeye. Tony Stark makes it. Remember, I'm your personal geek squad. If I didn't trust it, I wouldn't have agreed to do this. Fly like an eagle."

"Wrong bird."

"Hey, I could've said Falcon."

"Ha, ha." Clint took a final deep breath and flung himself down the tunnel. The magnets caught him just before he careened into the top of the fan.

"I'm guessing since I didn't hear any girly shrieks that you jumped," Mikayla said.

"Yep, Ladyhawke. Thanks for caring."

"Just keep in mind, I caught you when you were falling," Mikayla joked, earning a grunt from Clint. Mikayla maneuvered the rover to the computer array. Clint withdrew a chip from his shirt pocket upon arriving, switching it out with one already in the array. This left him with nothing to do but wait for Natasha's transmission. "Need the codes, please. Clint's got to be getting pretty overheated down there." Once the chip communicated with her computer, she began tracing the uplink.

Steve looked and noticed Natasha had led the mark to a hallway off the main area. He saw her whispering in his ear, working her magic. Before they knew it, the man was rattling off the codes as if his life depended on it, which it probably did, then heard Natasha's voice rattling off the codes.

Clint also heard the codes and punched them into the array. Instantly, the fan started up. "Ladyhawke, what the hell is going on?"

Mikayla looked at the computer screen. "Son of a bitch! The codes triggered a virus to be downloaded. I don't think so, douchebag." Her fingers flew over the keys. "Damn, it! Tony, he's downloaded a virus. Signal is coming from a state-run facility, sending you the coordinates."

"Got 'em, Maid Marian. We're on it." Tony's team headed over to the facility, leaving Mikayla to figure out what was going on in the computer array.

"Fitzgerald, get me the hell out of here!" Clint ordered through the comm.

"Working on it!" She grabbed the controller for the rover. Unfortunately, the heat had caused the rover to overheat and stop working. "Shit! There's nothing I can do! It's fried from the heat!" 'Come on, think, Fitzgerald! There's got to be a way to get Clint out of there before he turns into a burnt end.'

"Screw it!" Clint propelled himself back to the fan area, banging his head causing his vision to blur. Once he reached the tunnel, he curled up, using the force of the fan to travel up and down, finally noticing something on the wall he could grab onto. He heard metal breaking underneath him, looked down, and saw the disintegrating rover fly up in pieces. He was able to dodge the larger pieces but was struck by some of, the smaller fragments. With one last push timed precisely right, he flew back up to the original entrance and was thrown back into the room, landing face down.

"Barton? Barton? Check in, Barton!" Steve had moved to an empty room and was shouting. "Fitzgerald, can you get to him?"

"A little patience, please. Trying to stop a nuclear warhead from launching." After several minutes, Mikayla released her breath. "On my way to Barton." She hurriedly packed up the laptop and flew up the ladder, grabbing the skirt and wrapping it around her as she ran toward Clint's floor. Upon arriving, she saw Clint splayed out face down on the ground. "Clint? Clint? Can you hear me?" Kneeling beside him, she ran her hands over him, looking for any bleeding or visible injuries but couldn't find any.

"Ow," Clint finally mumbled. "Did we win? Where am I?"

Mikayla leaned over and kissed his cheek. She lifted his head and put it in her lap. "We're in Mumbai, keeping the world safe, and yes, we won. I'm assuming Tony's team took care of the evil guys, and the missile was stopped before it launched."

"Can you answer the call? My ear is ringing."

As she took out his comm, she noticed a cut on his right temple. Holding up his head, she used her other hand to unwrap her skirt, then used it to wipe away the bleeding. She glanced around and saw some of the smaller pieces on the ground, so she assumed he was struck by one or more of those. "Can you hear me? We're in Mumbai, and we stopped a nuclear warhead."

Clint looked at her, a puzzled look on his face. "Got that when you said it earlier. Who are you?"

'Drastic times, drastic measures.' Mikayla brought his head to hers and softly kissed his lips. "Bringing back any memories?"

"Hmmm," Clint murmured, licking his lips. "Strawberry lip gloss. Not ringing a bell, sorry."

"Let's try something else. Let's get you upright." Mikayla held his arm as he stood. Once she confirmed he was okay, she kissed him again. "Anything?"

"Nope. I'd shake my head, but I think my brain might fall out."

'Screw this. If this doesn't work, I give up.' "OK, follow me." Mikayla, still holding his arm, took him over to the wall. Once he was against the wall, she crashed her lips into his and ran her fingers through his hair. "Anything?" She pulled away, lips swollen and eyes dilated.

Clint smirked. "Think I remember you now." He pulled her back in for another scathing kiss and mumbled, "Hmm, no skirt, easy access for me."

"Um, guys? We can still hear you through Mikayla's comm."

While still kissing Clint, she removed the offending piece of technology and threw it on the ground, crushing it with her foot. "Now, where were we, flyboy?"

Clint picked her up with one arm and, as she wrapped her legs around him, carried her over to a table, sitting her on top of it, never breaking contact. "This place works for me."

"Great googly moogly, guys. Can you not keep your hands off each other for five seconds?" Steve asked as he and Nat barged into the room.

"Checking for injuries," Clint mumbled.

"And, no, we can't," Mikayla added.

"Come on, guys, time to head back to the hotel. You can continue your injury checking activity there. We're going back home first thing in the morning."

"Fine," Clint huffed as Mikayla released him from her legs. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." He grabbed Mikayla's hand, and since the party was over, they were the only ones left in the building, making it easy for the group to get to their vehicles and travel back to the hotel, where there were injuries, or the lack thereof being checked in a couple of rooms.