Hello again! I've been pretty motivated lately and once again, update! Warning, this will contain yaoi. I'm also debating something with this story so the rating may change. Well, enjoy!

Chapter 2

"What if this is a trap?" Natasha asked for the sixth time.

Clint sighed in annoyance. He was on a tight schedule with Frigga's instructions and it had taken two days for his extraction to come and get him from the safe house. Frigga was coming the next day and they were no closer to any kind of decision. At least, in Natasha and Fury's eyes it was still up for discussion. In Clint's eyes, he knew that going with Frigga to Asgard was for the best. For the team's safety and his own.

"Natasha," Clint tried to interrupt.

"No! We would have no idea where you would be!" Natasha argued. "What if it's a trap?"

Clint rolled his eyes. "If it happens to be a trap, then Thor can come and find me. I'll be in Asgard. It would be a lot easier to get me out of Asgard than wherever the Council would put me."

"We would be able to rescue you from wherever the Council takes you."

"I can't ask you guys to do that," Clint said, shaking his head. "The best case scenario is you all get arrested with me. And Bruce would not like that, for starters."

Natasha cursed, clearly not liking how their opinions were down to Asgard. "I could go with you."

Clint shook his head. "The invitation was only to me. Not to mention, if we both were to disappear, it will send up red flags."

"It will be good to have someone on Asgard," Fury spoke up. "We don't have much information about it."

Natasha sighed. "When will that person return?"

"She will come tomorrow," Clint answered, ignoring Natasha's narrowing eyes.

"I think it would be best that no one beyond the three of us know where your location is, Barton," Fury said.

"The team won't like it," Natasha said.

"Let me rephrase it," Fury started again. "Until the Council comes seeking answers, we will remain quiet. We don't want to cause an incident."

"I was given sanctuary on Asgard. Technically, they couldn't get me," Clint pointed out.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "They will want some kind of answer to you disappearing."

"It not uncommon for us to go on missions," Clint said.

"I would gather your things then and say your good byes," Fury ordered, standing up. "Good luck."

Clint gripped his bag tighter. He had some clothes and essentials packed, making the illusion of leaving on a mission. He wasn't sure what he needed on Asgard but he was leaving behind his guns, given the knowledge that they didn't work on Thor and he was going to the land of the gods. In his other hand was his bow. Clint wasn't going completely weaponless. His quiver was strapped on his back. He looked the part of an agent going on a mission. The elevator opened to the main room, causing Steve to turn to the sound. His eyes narrowed at the bag and the bow.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked.

"Mission." Short, sweet, and completely normal for going on a mission.

"Really?" Tony nearly shouted. "You just got back. Don't agents get some kind of break?"

Clint shrugged. "Sometimes stuff comes up."

"I wish your safety and success!" Thor shouted. Clint nodded, trying not to stare at the man, knowing Frigga's plan.

"I hope it goes well," Bruce said,

"Thanks," Clint said. "I'm not sure how long I'll be. So, no need to wait up for me."

"No need to say more, Legolas," Tony waved off. "We know all about your spy stuff."

Natasha stood up from the couch. "Ready to go?"

Steve's eyes narrowed. "Are you going with him?"

"No, I'm just the ride. I'll be back for dinner," Natasha said. "Let's go Clint."

Clint nodded. "See you guys."

Natasha scanned the area before speaking. "I really don't like this."

"I know, Natasha."

"It could be a trap."

"Thor will come and check on me once the Council starts asking."

"Something could happen before that."

"I can protect myself."

"Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night."

Before Clint could respond, a bright, rainbow light erupted in front of the two, causing both agents to jump back. Frigga stepped out of the light, smiling at the two. "Are you ready, Hawkeye?"

Natasha stepped up, her hand itching for the gun at her side. "If this is some kind of trap..."

Frigga laughed. "Why would I want to harm someone close to my son?"

"Natasha," Clint said, reaching out to grip her wrist. "This is Frigga, Thor's mother."

"You must be the Black Widow my son speaks highly of." Frigga said, the smile remaining on her face. "He considers you a great warrior and I wish to extend my friendship with you as well."

"I will consider it."

"There is no need to fret," Frigga said. "Hawkeye will be safe with me. I will not allow anything to happen to him. We must hurry though. We do not have much time."

Clint nodded, feeling Natasha grip his own wrist tighter. He leaned close. "I'll be fine, Tasha."

"I'm going to miss you," Natasha admitted. "You'll come back, right?"

"We're partners," Clint said. "I won't leave you alone."

Natasha nodded, letting him go. "Until next time, Hawk."

"See you again, Widow."

Clint walked up to Frigga, gripping his bag tighter. The weight of his bow around his shoulder was a small comfort. Frigga held out her hand, waiting. Clint stared at it for a moment, wondering where he was getting into. With a careful breath, Clint took the hand. Frigga's grip was like iron as she pulled him close to her, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Before Clint could protest, the rainbow light surrounded them, his world and Natasha's face fading away.

Another chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you to the two guests who reviewed! The first guest, congrats on being the first one to review! Basically Frigga is shipping. I figured it would be funny. To the second guest, Mandy, I would have updated last night but my computer decided to go back a page and I lost a majority of what I wrote. Ugh. Anyway, until next time!