Natasha quickly showered and collected her belongings, tiptoeing around the room, not wanting to wake Clint.
Pulling on her boots and her jacket, she exited, wanting nothing more then to travel back in time and slap herself silly. She couldn't believe she let herself get into this situation, again. Not only had she allowed another slip up, but this time, she had not only crossed every single line there was, but she had enjoyed doing it.
Natasha made her way through Prague, away from the hotel, away from Clint.
Anger was coursing through her body, anger at Clint, anger at herself. She had to leave the city and think things through, and regroup.
Whipping out her cell, she dialed for S.H.I.E.L.D. for immediate travel back to the States, where she could clear her head, train, and dive back into work. She wouldn't allow herself to dwell on what had been done; there was no changing it, and she might as well just move on.
Natasha hailed a cab, stepped in and headed to the airport, "Vezmi mě na letišti, prosím" Natasha said, and the cab took off towards the airport, top speed. She rubbed her temples as the car weaved in and out of the lanes of traffic.
Her phone buzzed, jolting her out of her trance. Fumbling for her pocket, she checked the caller ID, happy to see that Clint was not the person on the other end.
"This is Romanoff."
"Natasha, where are you?"
"Commander Fury, I am en route to the airport, and will be stateside by this evening." Natasha replied.
"Good, your expertise is needed. Are you with Barton?"
Fury's question snapped her to attention, causing her to flush.
"No, Barton and I are not together. Sir, why would we be together?" Natasha fumbled.
"I got word that he was headed to Prague. I was just going ask that you bring him back with you. I need both of your opinions on this matter."
Romanoff covered her face, becoming even more nervous, "I'm afraid I had no knowledge of Barton's whereabouts, or his presence in Prague. I am simply headed back now, ready to work on my next case."
"Romanoff, are you alright?"
"Fine, I'm fine. I just have a lot of things on my mind." Natasha quickly replied.
"Well when you get back, take a couple of days to rest up, then come back ready to work. This next case is important. I need both of my best agents on point, and ready to perform."
"I understand, sir. I'll see you soon, Commander Fury." Natasha flipped her phone shut, sliding it back in her pocket. Staring out the window, she lost herself in watching the people she sped past.
"Slečno, jsme tady" the cab driver mumbled, gruffly.
His words alerted Natasha that they had arrived. Within minutes, Natasha was headed toward the runway to a small private jet.
Natasha's cell began buzzing once again; she whipped it out answering quickly.
"Fury, I'm boarding the plane now, I should be –"
"Natasha, where the hell are you? I woke up and you were gone." Clint's questioned, making Natasha's head snap up.
Natasha said nothing; but the silence was crackling with tension.
"Natasha! Did you hear what I said? What happened, why did you go all Houdini on me?" Clint asked.
"I was called in," Natasha lied, "you were asleep, I saw no reason to wake you. I left, it's that simple." Natasha said, in clipped short words.
"Really, because I just got off the phone with Fury. He said that you told him that you had no idea where I was." Clint retorted. "Why are you lying to me Romanoff? What is going on?"
"You know. You know why I lied, and why I left. What did you think I would do, Barton, wake you up with breakfast in bed, maybe a back rub?" Natasha chided. "You and I both know, that I don't do the whole domestic thing, I never have, and I never will."
"You don't need to do any 'domestic' thing!" Clint shouted, "I just expected you to maybe be here in the morning and not running away like some fucking frat boy!"
"As far as I'm concerned, Barton, things are exactly the same as they were twenty-four hours ago. Just like then, I'm focused on my job. I don't care about anything else. We have to do our jobs. Period."
The silence was so loud it was unbearable.
"I'm doing my job, Barton. That's it. I'll see you state side." Natasha shut her phone, silencing any protest, and delaying facing the consequences of their actions.