Okay Hey guys so I accidentally posted chapter 11 twice! Oops! Sorry I have been so AWOL and frankly there is no excuse for it so I am sorry. I just wanted to say that everything is going well and I think the story might be coming to a close soon. Don't worry though I have a sequel planned! Let me know if you think I should write a sequel!
Quick shout out to Rennier and everyone else who has been encouraging me and helping me continue with this story! THANK YOU ENJOY AND REVIEW!
CLINT-
I've been at the appointed meeting point with Hunt and his wife for the last ten minutes.
"When's she showing?" Hunt asks me, placing an arm across the shoulders of his wife.
"She'll be here she had to go deal with the guards first, and then tie them up and then delete any footage and also change back into civilian clothing she'll be here." I say growing slightly worried as well I mean I can't imagine my world without her now. I couldn't go on any missions without knowing that she is there to get my back, or yell at me for getting injured.
"Hey, we need to get going. Some idiot was following me until I took care of him. They've already begun the hunt for Mrs. Hunt." Nat says dropping down from a roof top, she looks dangerous and angelic. My heart skips a beat as she stares at me.
"Right okay so Mrs. Hunt go with my partner and Mr. Hunt let's return to the hotel room." I say parting with Nat and Hunt's wife. Hunt kisses his wife sweetly and then we leave.
"Clint I've got to take an alternate route, we're being followed again." Nat says over our comm units.
"Okay, just don't kill too many people." I said over the comm units.
"Don't tell me what to do Barton." Nat says over the comm unit. I chuckle lightly which earns me an odd look from Hunt.
"Hey, everything is good. I made sure the transporter knew the conditions quite well." Nat says dropping down from the stairs above me in the stair well about an hour later.
"And the other guy, the one that's helping us proverbially kill the asset's wife?" I ask knowing that he needs to be reminded on occasion that he's not the boss.
"He understands the requirements." Nat says with a small smirk on her face. She is back in her jogging clothes.
"Ready?" I ask. Nat just quirks her lips and we head out of the hallway chatting like we know nothing of the past few hours.
We enter the hotel room with guns drawn and canvas and check the room as if there was anyone left but the two unconscious agents who were slowly regaining consciousness.
"Cary! Benson! What the hell happened?" I ask them as we untie them from the German sailor knots that bind them to the chairs.
"We were watching the assets wife and some muscle for hire burst in and knocked us both out. We did fight. I cut the guy on the upper bicep, pretty deep too." Cary says rubbing his rope burned writs.
"Did you get a good look at this guy? A picture anything to identify him as?" Nat asks probably remembering that cut right about now.
"That's the thing I don't think that it was a man. I think it was a woman because I have never seen a man be that agile and flexible, and the attacker was in a cat suit and had breasts." Benson says sitting at the table nursing a mug of coffee with a shot of Irish whiskey, by the smell of it, trying to calm his nerves.
"But she was wearing a mask." Cary adds as Nat stiches up the large gash above his eyebrow that she inflicted.
"The wife is gone." I say peering through the telescope and checking the thermal sensors.
"WHAT?" the two IMF agents yell at the same time and push me out of the way. They mutter various curse words and begin making phone calls. Nat and I enter the bedroom pretending to take a very serious phone call.
"Seriously Nat? You kind of failed to mention the large gash in your arm! Or the fact that you managed to give them both concussions!" I say tying a knot in the end of her stitches.
"Well someone said to make it look real." Nat said grimacing as the alcohol was poured over her wound.
"Not get stabbed though." I said wrapping a roll of gauze around her arm and bandaging it tightly. To get away with the charade that we are pulling Nat had to wear my shirts for the last three days, to cover her wound and because she said that they were better than hers.
We went on a search for IMF to see if we could find the wife. We that for three days, mostly it was Nat and I going to cafés and window shopping while we were supposed to be looking for the wife. Three days after the search began it ended. We found a torso of a body in the river that "matched" the wife's DNA and profile.
"Hey. You excited?" I ask Nat who is shaking her leg.
"I just really miss the triplets is all." Nat says glancing at me but then back out the window of the quin-jet. I grab her hand and look at her straight in the eyes trying to convey all of the emotion that I can in them.
"Me too." I said. Our hands stayed linked for the rest of the flight. When Nat fell asleep and woke up from nightmares she crawled into my arms and we sat there holding each other as we slept on the Quin- jet, this later became our tradition after every mission.
NATASHA-
"Hello Charlotte. You really scared me. I'm glad that you're okay." I said picking her up glad to see that she was okay. She had just gotten back from the hospital when Clint and I arrived back at the apartment.
"I missed my boys too." I said as I carefully kissed the tops of their heads. It was out of character for me to do this but I was showing compassion in front of someone other than Clint.
"Thanks Maria for everything. Quick question. Do the other agents know about me and Nat and the kids?" I heard Clint saying in the hallway.
"They have their suspicions but nothing that is unusual for any boy- girl partners. I think they are to scared to say anything. You do know that what you are doing is completely against agency code." Maria Hill said I could hear the sass in her voice and I didn't like it. I took a step into the hall with a sleeping Charlotte in my arms.
"Just like you and Fury dating is completely against agency policy?" I asked slowly rocking back and forth.
"Exactly, just like me and Nick… HOW"D YOU KNOW!?" Maria whisper yelled at me.
"I didn't but you just told me. Now we're even you tell anyone about me and Clint and there will be pictures of you and Nick doing very naughty things together. Fair?" I ask smiling. I feel Clint fighting a smile as he stood next to me in the hall.
"Fair. Okay but I really must get going I have to go and do a ton of paper work, we're still trying to figure out how to say what you two are on paper. Bye." Maria said then she turned on her heel and left.
"You know she is actually just going to catch up on her sleep right, there is no way that she is doing paper work when she has drunken half of our coffee supply in the last week." Clint said smirking.