Shopping

Natasha pounded her fist on Clint's door loudly.

"Clint! We have a new mission!" she announced when he opened the door.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. "What is it?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Shopping in Times Square!"

"Shopping, huh? Hold on. I haven't gotten enough rest for this assignment."

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She held his hand and there was a bounce in her step as they paraded through the pedestrian area of Times Square. He was amused and trying to decide whether she was really this thrilled to be posing as a carefree tourist, or if she was just once again really good at playing the part.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he tugged gently at their conjoined hands.

She smirked. "I take it you've never done this before?"

He laughed. "Can't say I have. Although I never pegged you for the shopping type either."

She rolled her eyes. "Would you rather be bloody and fighting in a field somewhere? Or up north in the freezing rain, perhaps?"

"Good point. Alright, sweetheart. You lead the way." He gestured with his hand held out. "If you're a real good girl, I'll buy you a prize."

She grinned. "What's with this 'sweetheart' business?"

"Well, I'm your boyfriend today, aren't I?"

Their hands dropped as they stopped walking and she turned to assess him. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are."

He leaned in closer to her and said in a low whisper. "We've been spotted." He raised his eyes only slightly and tilted his head backward. "Third floor, eighth window in. Behind me."

Shit, no wonder they called him The Hawk. Her eyes widened. "Fury doesn't want Rogers' nurse to see us until after he wakes up," she hissed back.

He nodded, his expression grave. "It's alright. I've got it covered."

She searched his face, in a rare moment, unable to read his unspoken thoughts. "Clint, what-" Her words got caught off as he threw his body against her, pinning her to the brick wall behind her, his arms on either side to prevent her escape.

His mouth pressed against hers and in a second his hands were cupping her face. She closed her eyes and tangled her fingers in his hair, pressing his face closer against hers as they kissed thoroughly. She felt the ghost of a moan escape his lips as he leaned further into her.

She had just enough time to register the feel of his breath on her face when just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled away first, and she opened her eyes, taking a chance on raising them upward so as not to look at his face. "The shades are drawn," she confirmed.

He nodded and took a half step back. He reached for her again, but she shrugged slightly away.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a small frown.

She turned her gaze on him and stared straight into his eyes. "Of course," she said, a little coldly. "Why wouldn't I be?"

His mouth set into a line. "Right." He backed off to let her away from the wall and the two continued down the brightly lit street in silence.