A/N: I don't want to nag because I'll end up sounding like I'm 50 but could you please review after you read this chapter. Whether you think it's good or bad I want to know what you think of it. Cause right now I don't know if you all think it's good or not and if it is bad tell me where I screwed up so I can fix it. I've gone past nagging now, moving onto bribery. Review and you get more chapters. Trust me when I say, after this chapter, you'll want to know what happens next.

At first Natasha had been reluctant. She didn't like to drink on the job, but Tony and Clint continued to pester her by saying that she wasn't on the job. True, but she was holding out hope that Fury would call in with a mission. Eventually she couldn't resist the alcohol anymore and accepted the drink handed to her by Tony.

Sitting in the living area with drinks were Natasha, Clint, Steve, Tony, Thor and Pepper. Bruce had declined, for obvious reasons. Too much alcohol could lead to him getting overexcited, which would result in the Hulk. So he had retreated to his room to read a book. No one had argued.

Natasha had no idea where he got it from but Tony produced a bottle of Vodka. Natasha knew the brand well and nearly laughed, it was very strong stuff. She doubted that they could down it like the shots Tony had been hitting all night in an attempt to beat Captain America at various drinking games.

"You really think you'll be able to handle that?" Natasha asked as he started pouring everyone a glass.

"Trust me, I know how to handle my liquor Spider Woman," Tony sounded cocky.

Pepper, who had clearly demonstrated that she was a giggly drunk by laughing hysterically at everything after three drinks, was the first to have a go at her drink. She took one sip and put it back down gasping as she tried to keep the drink down.

"Ohmygod," she was already slurring.

"You next big guy," Tony pointed to Thor.

Thor held up his glass as a way of accepting the challenge and then poured all of it down his throat. The expression was nearly the same as Pepper, but the vodka only hit him at half strength because of his size. He still felt the kick though and gasped, his eyes bugging for a split second.

Next Clint stepped up to the challenge. He sent a huge and boasting grin all around the room. Then he sculled the drink. He shook his head and gasped really loudly as he felt the kick. He so far had the best result out of them all which was slightly surprising, seeing as he was already having trouble holding his liquor.

"Bam!" he exclaimed in triumph.

Rogers picked up his drink and sniffed it cautiously. Then he drained the glass of its content. He winced but that was about as major as it got.

"Wow," he said taking a deep breath. "That's some strong stuff."

Clint looked disappointed and Tony held up his glass. "Watch and learn children," he steadily downed the contents of his glass and took a deep breath after swallowing. It was obvious he was feeling the effects of the kick, but was forcing himself not the show it. "Beat that."

Natasha smirked, oh how she loved a challenge. She raised a cocky eyebrow in Tony's direction and grabbed the vodka bottle. She twisted the cap off, held the bottle to her mouth and titled her head back drinking straight from the bottle. She drained half its contents before putting it back on the table and watching Tony stare at her with an open mouth. The fiery kick raced down her throat and through her body but Natasha welcomed the buzz.

"Never challenge a Russian to a drinking game," Natasha smirked.

"Lady Natasha that is truly impressive," Thor was grinning.

Tony wasn't as impressed and proceeded to scowl at Natasha for a long time after that. She was actually enjoying herself, it wasn't often that she got a chance to sit down with the rest of her team members. Although most of them were drunk at that particular time.

The remainder of the night proceeded with more drinks and laughing. Pepper was the first to escape from the fray, excusing herself to bed. Captain America, who couldn't get drunk at all, politely said goodnight to everyone before heading down to his room. After Thor smashed his coffee table with his hammer Tony declared the night over and sent Thor to bed in disgrace.

Natasha was prepared to head to bed herself when she noticed how highly intoxicated her partner was and decided to help him back to his room. She helped Clint stand and swung his arm over her shoulder, dragging him into the elevator.

His movements were slow and sluggish but Natasha didn't get impatient. She opened his door and as she swung it inwards Clint nearly fell over so she grabbed him around his midsection and started to move him into his room towards his bed.

"You still can't hold your liquor орнитолог," she used her Russian nickname for him as she let him go. It meant Birdman. At first it was an insult she used against him but soon it slowly became a term of friendship. She didn't use it around other people though.

He sat on the bed and looked up at Natasha with a drunk grin on his face. "And you're still gorgeous."

Natasha rolled her eyes. This usually happened when the world famous Hawkeye had too much to drink. He would hit on anything in a three mile radius that was female. It wasn't the first time he had flirted with her. She scoffed. By now it wasn't a big deal for her.

She made a move to turn around but he grabbed her hands. "No don't leave," he moaned.

Natasha sighed but she knew she had to be patient. "Clint I have to go now," she told him. It was like talking to a three year old.

"Tasha," he mumbled.

Well that was new. Natasha hesitated for a moment. All the times he'd flirted with her when he was drunk, he had never once actually realised it was Natasha. So why was he now recognising her now? Maybe he had said her name for another reason.

"Tasha," he said her name again but louder. Still holding onto her hands Clint pulled Natasha towards him.

"Clint you're drunk," Natasha reminded him. "Get off."

He pulled her closer and reached up a hand to stroke her hair. She frowned in confusion as he twirled her red curls around his fingers. "Don't do that," he slurred. "You're pretty when you smile. You need to smile more. Stop being so grumpy."

"Ok," Natasha was starting to get suspicious. "It's time for bed."

He leaned backwards but because he was still holding onto her hands she started to fall forward. Natasha knew fully well that she could've stopped herself from falling but for some reason she didn't. She allowed herself to fall onto the bed and land directly on top of Clint. She also could've moved at that point, but she didn't.

Her face was inches from his and their noses were nearly pressed together. She could nearly hear her own heart thudding like crazy in her chest. She froze, the only thing keeping her upright was her own arms. Clint looked up at her and she froze where she lay on top of him.

"So beautiful," he mumbled tucking a strand of Natasha's hair behind her ear and stroking her face.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out so she slammed her mouth shut again. Clint continued to stroke her face but let his hand drop after a few seconds. Then he did the unthinkable. He put a hand on Natasha's back and pulled her down right on top of him. She wanted to fight it, but there was a tiny part of her brain that wanted him closer, and that part of her brain controlled her body. She moved her face to the side and felt his breath crawl up her cheek and ruffle her hair.

She turned to look at him and saw how close he was. He smelled like alcohol but there was a lingering scent underneath that she recognised as Clint. She didn't even realise what was happening until her lips buzzed against his. Their lips barely touched, but Natasha knew what a kiss was.

Before she lost control completely Natasha finally regained control of her body. She rolled off the bed and stood up, brushing hair off her face. Clint sat up and looked her in the eye for a few seconds. Natasha hesitated, and then fled the room.

What just happened?

Why had she choked?

There had to be something wrong with her, she was The Black Widow and she was never, ever, compromised like that. Walking fast out of Clint's room and down the hallway she found her room and entered. Slinking inside quietly and carefully, she sat down on her bed and started to run possibilities through her head for what happened, talking aloud every so often. She couldn't think of any possibility that wasn't medical.

Did she care about Barton beyond friendship? No that was impossible. Natasha Romanoff had never ever let romantic feelings get the better of her like this before. If the cause of her behaviour was romantic feeling then they were obviously strong feelings. Romance was never on Natasha's mind. But was this love? The Black Widow couldn't love Hawkeye. She just couldn't.