Hello again. This chapter is rather short. I had finals and a lot of travel so I haven't had much time to work on this for the past few weeks. I have started the next chapter which should be a lot more exciting than this one so I hope you stick around.

"Why in the hell did Coulson arrange such an early flight?" He glanced over to the clock reading 5am. Oh well. He could sleep on the plane.

The two grabbed the few belongings of their own they wanted to bring and headed out the door. Coulson had arranged for a car to drive them to the airport. They wouldn't be flying in a S.H.I.E.L.D. plane thinking that might raise too much suspicion. In the car Clint reached into the envelope in his pocket and pulled out a set of rings. "For the missus." He handed her the smaller of the two and slid the other on his finger.

Though he wanted to sleep, Clint couldn't shake the desire to study more so he pulled out his book of art and started going through it again. It would be a while before they got to the airport and even longer before they could board. Natasha leaned back and tried to get back to sleep knowing she might not be able to on the plane.

After ten minutes of being unable to fall asleep she sighed and shifted to lean against the window. She could feel Clint watching her. The two had become increasingly close as friends and coworkers and they knew almost everything about each other. She knew he had lied about his age to S.H.I.E.L.D. saying he was two years older than he actually was (she got that out of him when he was on painkillers after a sprained knee) and she knew that he had a little birthmark on his back that, if you squinted, looked like a moose. He knew that she loved to draw and disliked makeup and that she collected all the loose change she had in a jar under her bed and used it to buy candy.

Natasha gave up on sleeping and looked at Clint.

"What?" She asked him. Clint looked startled as though he had forgotten he was looking at her. He closed his book and quickly changed the subject.

"We're almost at the airport." He said. Natasha glanced out the window and they were actually driving in the main gate.

"Good save," she teased lightly. The driver pulled up to their door and let them out. They didn't speak again until they had their luggage and made it to their gate.

"So how long did Coulson say this trip was going to last?" Natasha asked as she picked a pair of seats in the corner. They had a nice view and were far enough away from other people that they could talk. "I was reading the file when he mentioned it and I didn't hear him."

"At least two weeks, maybe more." Clint responded before yawning. "I can't believe this is all to catch a forger."

"Oh hush. You know there's more to it than that." She carefully didn't mention anything about the mission because a woman with two children walked by before choosing a seat for herself. The two sat peacefully until the plane arrived and passengers were allowed to board.

"We should probably start getting into character," Clint whispered quietly. Natasha nodded in response and nestled her hand inside his. It didn't take them long to find their seats and get settled in.

"Folks," they heard over the intercom, "we are experiencing a delay this morning. A lot of flights taking off. We will be leaving forty-five minutes later than planned. We apologize for any inconvenience."

Clint immediately rolled his eyes. Natasha sighed in annoyance and disappointment. She leaned back and closed her eyes trying to tune out the commotion of the annoyed passengers. This was going to be a long flight.