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"How long have they been missing?" Clint asked, leaning back into the chair.
"3, maybe 4 weeks." The mayor said in front of them.
"And you're certain it was Loki?" Natasha asked. She was the only one who could ever spit the man's name out between the two.
"We believe so." The mayor said, handing Clint a packet of papers."That is the information of each that have gone missing."
"Clint..." She muttered quietly, causing him to look up at her.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
She pointed to the paper on the top of the packet.
"We'll do it." Clint said.
"I had no doubt that you would." The mayor pulled a bag out of the drawer and threw it onto the desk. "You get the other half when you bring them back."
"Yes sir." Clint picked up the bag and slid it into the leather jacket. He stood, placing the packet in Natasha's hands.
"Sir?" Natasha asked quietly, standing up.
The mayor raised an eyebrow.
"Did-" Clint covered her mouth with his hand, laughing uneasily.
"Is there a bar around here?" Clint asked.
"Why didn't you let me talk to him?" Natasha spat at Clint as she looked through the papers.
"Because, you would have made an even bigger fool of yourself, if that's even possible." Clint said before taking a sip of his beer.
She scoffed at him and continued looking through the papers. "Why did he chose them so oddly?"
Clint shrugged as a boy walked up to them.
"I can't believe it's actually you two." The boy said, smiling insanely.
Natasha let out a snort of laughter and looked up at the boy.
"What can I do for you son?" Clint asked, not even looking at him.
"I just want to tell you, that I am a huge fan of your work." He dropped a book on the table, causing Natasha to jump. He flipped it open. "I mean, I have everything there is that has to do with you two."
Natasha bit her lip and looked over at Clint, amusement in her eyes.
"I would be honored if you could sign this." He said.
"What's your name son?" Clint asked, taking another sip of his beer.
Natasha shot him a look.
"Anthony Stark sir." The boy said. "But I go by Tony."
"That's nice to know." Clint said.
"I want to be a hunter like you guys when I grow up." Tony said.
"We didn't pick the job. The job picked us." Clint said.
Natasha smacked him.
"We're very busy, so if you don't-"
"If you don't mind, you can sit here while I fetch Barton another beer. He is dying to know why you want to be like us." Natasha stood up and flipped her hair around her shoulder. She smirked at Clint and walked to the bar.
A man walked in, breathing heavily. "He's here." He shouted loudly, causing Natasha to snap her head up and walk towards him. "Who's
here?" She asked.
"He sent me to give a message." The man said.
She noticed the haunting blueness of his eyes and turned to look at Clint before looking at the man again.
Tony stood up to see what was happening and Clint pulled him in front of him.
The man started coughing, a ugly, wet cough.
She turned to look at Clint when she heard a stomach-churning sound and was covered with blood. She looked to where the man had been and saw nothing but shoes. She walked back over to Clint and sat her hand on hip, glaring at him.
He looked up at her nonchalantly and took a sip of his beer.
"Really?" She asked.
"What?" He shrugged. "I didn't want to have to get another beer."
"That. Was awesome!" Tony shouted.
Natasha wiped blood off of her of the top of her bare chest and kicked Clint. "You lazy son of a bitch." She spat at him.