Five months earlier...
Bored. Natasha was so very bored... She wasn't exactly known for having an abundance of friends, so here she was. Drinking, alone.
Alone, at least, until she caught the eye of the extremely cute guy sat across the bar. His blue gaze caught hers and didn't seem to want to let go. Moments later a fresh drink was placed in front of her, one he'd apparently ordered for her. Glancing at the drink before looking back over to him, the cute blonde raised his glass to her from across the room. It was ridiculous and cheesy, drawing a grin onto her face as she returned the gesture, tipping her glass towards him. They each took a sip in unison and he took her acceptance as an invite to cross the bar and slip into the empty seat beside her.
Natasha smiled, mostly to herself, purposely keeping her body angled straight ahead, her gaze on her drink as she stirred the ice with a straw. He, however, was turned fully to face her, watching her closely with an intrigued gaze on his face. "Hi" he grinned, persistence convincing her to turn to look at him, the grin still somewhat evident on her face. "Hi" she returned.
"I'm Clint"
"Natasha"
Having originally been planning to leave, Natasha found herself staying until the bar closed and the pair of them were politely asked to leave, long after everyone else had gone. They spent the evening talking and laughing; he had a sense of humour that complimented her own and a smile that made her want to smile too. Clint was like no one she'd ever met before and when he reached to tuck a stray curl behind her ear, the brush of his skin on hers was electric.
They shared their first kiss queuing for a taco truck at one am, and their second as they walked through the park. Happily feeling the effects of alcohol, yet sober enough to know this decision; it was almost two o'clock when they finally reached her apartment. She was already unbuttoning his shirt before they even got the door open, her back pressed up against it as he kissed his way down her neck. Their clothes were shed as they made their way to her bed.
Clint Barton woke the next morning to a face full of red curls and smiled to himself. He might be 25 years old, but that was, without a doubt, the absolute best night of his life...
When Natasha Romanoff woke a short while later, it was to an empty bed. Was she surprised? Not entirely, but the disappointment was unexpected. Forcing herself out of bed and pulling on some pyjama shorts and an old, oversized shirt, Natasha exited her bedroom in order to grab some coffee, only to find Clint in her kitchen, making pancakes.
"Hey" she smiled, glad to see he was still there, biting her lower lip a little to prevent the relief showing on her face, or her smile spreading any further.
"Hey" Clint greeted back, handing her a mug of steaming coffee and leaning in to kiss her. And that, right there, was the moment she was hooked. Clint, on the other hand, had been hooked since the moment he'd set eyes on her.