Natasha sat up on the sofa, stretching her arms wide with a yawn.
His eyelids fluttered when he felt her stir. "You stayed," he observed.
"So did you," she answered.
He groaned as he lifted his head up. "Never sleep with your head on the arm of a couch. It kills your neck."
She laughed lightly. "Come here, I'll massage it for you."
He closed his eyes as her hands dug firmly into his muscles. "Is there anything you're not good at?" He wondered aloud.
"No, I don't think so," she teased.
"I don't doubt it."
"So… listen. I'm going to Mexico with Clint for a little bit."
"Clint? Look, Nat, I know we haven't had the whole 'where is this going?' chat yet, hell we haven't even slept together, but still… I don't think I like the idea of you going on vacation with another dude."
"We're on assignment in Mexico, wiseguy," She said rolling her eyes. "Fury called me in the middle of the night while you were asleep."
He nodded.
"This one's a waiting game, so it'll probably be about ten days…"
"Alright. When do you have to leave?"
"Today," she said, biting her lip. "Our flight's in a little over four hours."
He sighed. "Do you want me to take you to the airport?"
"Nah," she said shaking her head. "Thanks, but I'm not really too good at the goodbye thing."
"Yeah, me either," he agreed. "But still, Iet me at least have someone drive you. I'll arrange to have Barton picked up too."
"Alright. Thank you," she said softly.
He pulled her hand over his shoulder and raised her fingers gently to his lips.
"I am going to miss you while I'm away, Tony," she said quietly.
He reached one arm behind him and swiftly pulled her into his lap. "I'll miss you too, darling. Think of me, and I'll be thinking of you. Just don't get too hot and bothered if you're going to be sharing a room with that bastard."
She rolled her eyes.
XXXX
The air was hot and humid, even inside their empty hotel room. Clint sighed as he fanned himself with a magazine. "It figures that Stark's on the cover, doesn't it? Everything he does is tabloid fodder. The internationals must love it."
Natasha glared at him. "I thought this conversation was over."
"Hey, we have to do something to pass the time. Anyway, it shouldn't be too much longer. Those two over there are the decoys."
She nodded. "I think you're right."
"Anyway, have you told him your secret yet?"
"I already told you I let him read my S.H.I.E.L.D. file."
"Yeah, but not everything's in that file, is it? Did you tell him about how you joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place?"
"He knows enough about the really bad stuff, and it doesn't bother him," Natasha said irritatedly.
Clint snorted. "Yeah, because he probably thinks he's done worse!"
"Clint, the target's right across the way. I think our cover might have been blown."
He grabbed his pair of standard issue S.H.I.E.L.D. binoculars as she reached for their weapons. "Shit, you're right." He leaned in for a closer look and motioned for her to take cover. "Tasha, get down!" He shouted as he threw his body on top of hers.