OOppssss…sorry guys. I lost track of time. That will happened when you spent considerable time day dreaming about a certain individual in a long leather coat and bad ass gun and eyes that could drowned you cold. Yeeaaapppp….icckk…don't go there..

Anyway, I have rewrite this chapter to include details on how Hawkeye subtly asked Black Widow for a date…well not really a date coz this is Black Widow we're talking here…if its Scarlett, then you could call it's a date date…you know.. Jeremy and Scarlett that's a date…Hawkeye and Black widow…it's just dinner outing. I'm rambling I know…my apologies.

Thanks where-angels-die, you have successfully planted the idea in my rambling mind and hope you like the result.

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Chapter 2 – Just like before

Never in her life had she ever seen someone devoured a meat that fast, that swift…well except in the wild. She just stared at Clint who was finishing the plate of steak and settled back in his chair with that satisfying smirk of him.

Just like a hawk. Grab, flew and dig in.

Natasha return to her plate and was nibbling on the meat while showing disinterest when Clint, who was supposed to be a very patient sniper, started to tap his fingers on the table.

'Clint. I'm trying to eat here, if you don't mind.' Natasha glared at him. Clint exhaled and started pouting.

'How long will it take for you to finish that, Nat.' Clint couldn't believe that Natasha could eat so slowly. Why did she need to cut the pieces so small?

Jeez, woman. Hurry it up.

Clint pointedly looked at her steak and raised his eyebrow. He picked up his wine glass and took a drink.

'Do you need to be somewhere else, Clint? Beside , why are you such in a hurry?'

Natasha put down her fork and looked at him under her lashes. Clint gulped the wine wrongly and coughed. When Natasha started to look at him that way he got nervous.

'I am not. Just that it's crowded in here. You know I don't do crowd, Nat.'

Clint looked at their surroundings. The beach restaurant was not a 5 star restaurant or anything like that, but it served the best steak he had ever tasted. Unfortunately, he and the rest of the other customers, had the same thought and many of them decided that they wanted to come for dinner tonight, of all night. Bleerkkk….

'Then we shouldn't have come here, Clint.' Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. Her eyes were mischievous.

'It's not that, Nat. I do want to take you to dinner here. Just that I didn't realize it's going to be a packed night, that's all.' Clint pouted and started drumming his fingers on the dinner table, again.

'Hmmm….' Natasha pick up her wine glass and decided that she had tortured Clint enough for the night. She chuckled and Clint looked at her questioningly.

'Did I miss something funny? What are you laughing at, Nat?'

Clint, by his nature, started to feel suspicious.

He knew something is off when Natasha had agreed to dinner without an argument, well a vocal argument, when he asked her this morning during their sparring session.

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Clint asked Natasha whether she could spar with him today. He was excited and couldn't contain the energy that coursing thru his body. Natasha assessed his odd behavior. He was shaking with – she was not sure how to interpret it - excitement maybe or was it anticipation?

'You've just been cleared by medical, Barton. Are you sure you want to spar with me?' she quirked one delicate eyebrow and stared at him.

Well, not that Clint knew that Natasha would hurt him that much – he hoped - but he was bored and he needed an excuse to be with her this morning. So, Clint just smiled and wiggled his eyebrows and ceremoniously invited her into the training room.

Natasha gave him a questioning glance but entered the room, nevertheless.

'Don't come crying to Coulson after this Barton. This is all you.' She walked right up to the mat and wait for him to join her. Clint knew this was a bad idea but he needed to do it now or he'll lose his nerves. He walked slowly to the mat composing sentences in his head, not realizing that Natasha had her eyes squinted dangerously.

The moment Clint's feet touched the mat Natasha drop low and lurched towards him. She had her arms encircled Clint's waist and threw him to the mat. Clint, taken by surprise by the sudden move, yelped and fell backward. His shoulder jarred and he huffed when his head connected to the floor hard and blinked. His neatly composed sentences scattered away in his head and he hissed in pain when the sore shoulder sent an electric shot thru his chest and hand.

'Tasha…I'm not ready!' Clint complained breathlessly and struggled to get air back into his lungs. He pushed his body up on his right elbow sitting down and looked at her hard. His left shoulder was still tingling but no way he's going to show that to her. Tasha was smiling and circling him.

'Does your enemy ask whether you are ready before they attacked you, Barton?' Natasha got down to her hunches and was at eye level with Clint. She poked the sore shoulder and Clint gave a yelp. 'Hey…' Clint glared at her and pushed her backward with his right hand.

Not expecting that response from Clint, Natasha retaliate by grabbing his hand and rolled backward taking him with her. The movement caused Clint to flop onto his stomach and smacked his face on the floor. Natasha didn't release his hand, luckily it was his right hand, pinned it behind his back and straddled him.

'Ow..ow..ow…Tasha, that hurts!' Clint was flapping his left hand while Natasha was smirking on top of him.

Natasha lowered her body onto Clint's back and purred seductively near his ears.

'Well, Barton. I'm sure your enemy will release your hand if you ask nicely.'

Clint could felt her breath fanning his cheek. Her lips touched his ear lobe, her scent filled his nostril and wrapping his head in a suffocating haze.

He froze and his heart was hammering in his chest. Not because of the exertion but from the close proximity of the whole body of the Black Widow – Natasha - to his. He blinked hard and swallowed nervously. He could feel Natasha's weight on his back, the warmth of her thighs beside his body and the core of Natasha on his ass. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think straight. His reason for getting this torture flew out of the window and left only with the image of Natasha straddling him while pinning his hand behind his back. It carved a dangerous liaison sexual encounter and it burnt in his retina.

'Well, Barton? Are you going to ask me nicely?' Natasha asked him with humor in her tone oblivious to the raging uncontrollable internal sensual imaginations that ran amuck in Clint's mind. The question was never been so perfectly timing and Clint took the chance to gather his wit, composed his face and blurted out a response.

'Have dinner with me tonight, Tasha.'

Her grasp on his hand tighten and she pulled it up just a fraction. Clint gasped in pain and dropped his face on the mat. Closing his eyes and breathing hard, Clint waited for Natasha to either kill him there and there or released him and kill him later. His fist was clinching in anticipation and also in pain. The fact that Clint could feel pain allowed him to steady his breath and wait for the execution from the Black Widow.

His hand started to feel numb, sweat started to build on his forehead running down to his cheek and still Natasha did not let go. Her weight on top of him was not uncomfortable but since Clint couldn't see her face made him more agitated and he could felt a tremble in his body slowly building up. Clint counted his seconds of living and then he felt a slight movement from above.

This is it…she's going to kill me now. She's gonna fucking break my neck and left me here for Coulson to find me.

Clint held his breath.

'Well, I'm not sure whether the enemy will take your offer Barton,' Natasha purred his ear. Her red curls fell to his eyes. Her lips only slightly touching his ear lobe and it sent shivers down his spine. He held his breath, again, 'but it sounded like a dying man's wish, isn't it?' With that she released his numb hand and got up from her position and started to walk away.

Clint rolled slowly from his position on the mat trying to get the feel back to his hand and shoulder and stared at her backside. His brain was still muddled with the feeling of Natasha body pressed to him when he realized that she has yet to answer his question.

'So…are you…coming to dinner with me, Nat?' He asked tentatively because he was not sure whether she said yes or no or maybe or go to hell Barton or something equivalent to no. Natasha stopped at the door and turned her head at him and raised one eyebrow up. She raised her hand - Barton reeled in expecting her to throw one of invisible knives at him - and flicked her flaming hair smiling innocently.

'I usually have my dinner at 7, so make sure you are not late. My apartment.' With that, the Black Widow left him gaping like a dying fish on the floor with a blank look on his face and smirked. She chuckled to herself when she heard a shout of joy followed by a pain grunt from the room she just left while shaking her head.

'Idiot.' Natasha mumbled and left for her quarter.

Clint mind went to overdrive when Natasha opened the door to her apartment wearing a silk blouse of light green that matched her eyes and a fitting dark slack. Emerald earrings, which he had left in her room secretly after she agreed to have dinner with him, dangled from her soft looking earlobes and she had her hair put up into a soft plait.

And that dazzling smile he loved so much in place and asked demurely under her lashes, whether her attire is appropriate.

Clint felt like a teenage boy on his first date – wait..this is his first date. He never had a date before - He stood there blinking like a flickering bulb and squeaked a response he did not understand it himself.

And all the while, Natasha was looking at him, expectantly, with that green eyes of her and he was drowning.

When finally he gathered his splattered brain from the floor and connected the signals to his mouth to voice out a response - he translated the squeak to 'You looked lovely, Nat' - much to Natasha amusement. She grabbed her jacket and walked past him, assaulting him with her perfume, only to turn back and raised an eyebrow, translating to 'Well. Let's go' and Clint couldn't took his eyes off on the technique that Natasha was showing him on how to walk like a spider…a gorgeous, sexy deadly spider.

He had a temporary amnesia, he was sure of it; on what he was talking about during the drive and Natasha kept chuckling at his unsettled behavior.

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And now, across the dinner table, Natasha was looking at him, under her lashes and her red lips is flashing him the smile he loved so much.

Loved? There's the word again.

Why did he choose that word? He could say 'liked' or 'nice' smile or or..and then he realized that he was stuttering his response to her.

The Amazing Hawkeye stuttering. Goddamnit, someone please shoot me now.

Oh no wait! Someone did!

Clint expression went dark for a moment and then he mentally shaked himself and put that thought aside and focused on …The Widow…who was studying him intently at the moment.

He gulped and smirked foolishly.

Natasha saw his expression went from suspicious to utterly confusing. She glimpsed a dark scowl before it disappeared. She knew what went inside her hawk's mind.

Her Hawk.

It has a nice sound to it.

Natasha batted her lashes at him and saw his eyes went dark. The color changes was so intense that she knew her eyes reflected the same.

'Maybe we can leave now, Clint.' She said softly. He just blinked and quickly called for the waiter.

She took his hand when he offered it and left the restaurant. Both had ideas for the rest of the night. Probably the same ideas but they'll share it when the time is right. At the moment, both of them were enjoying each other's company.

The walk to the car was quiet except for the soft sound of the wave crashing on the beach. Clint opened the door for her and quickly got into the driver's seat. He smiled at her and asked whether she wanted to go for a drive before they went for dessert. She told him about the Ice cream parlor near her apartment. It was her favorite. He knew the place, nodded and started the car.

The route he took was beautiful. There were no traffic that night and the crescent moon gave enough light to made the whole view glowed. Natasha had never been in this route before.

'I usually took this route for a relaxing drive after mission. It clears my mind and soul. There were rarely used but it offers breath taking view of the city below. It cut through the forest reserve up ahead and branched out to the city road a couple miles down.' Clint glanced at her.

'It is beautiful, Clint. I never realized this. Thank you for sharing'. Natasha touched his arm in a gesture of thank you. Clint glanced down and inhaled deeply.

'Nat. I…'

Clint didn't get to finish his sentence.

A loud boom reverberated in the forest and a high screeched was heard followed with a sickening sound only the forest occupants were privy to.

Then all is silent….just like before..

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Well…a cliffie, I know you guys don't like it considering it'll be sometime before I can update. Lemme warned you now. Need to do some honest to god work now so that I could pay some bills and that means travel out from the city of lights, KL, to the land beyond the wind, KK. Yeah..try google that for a change. Hawksicle…is that the correct translation?

Anyway…I've posted H&G one shot so you guys can check it out. I realized that my story all have 'me' in it…never cross my mind at all at the moment. It doesn't mean anything though…just randomly selected word. I'll try to veer away from those two letters in the future, okay.

You guys are the best, luv all and please review and sent me PM during my sabbatical time in KK. Get back to you as soon as I touched down, okay.

Stay safe uols….

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