Clint vs The Bimbo

"Wow, another cutie. I hope you're not gonna be as uptight as the last guy," Chloe complained.

"Depends. Why was he uptight?"

"He got all freaky about me touching him and taking his photo. Like I was being weird or something. Whatevs!" Chloe said dismissively.

"Yeah, he's a little old-fashioned. I can't see any of that going over real well with him."

"What, is he, like, a friend of yours? Because you totally need to tell him to loosen up. It's against nature for a guy that hot to be that boring!"

Clint gazed at Chloe, unimpressed. "I'll be sure to pass that on" he drawled.

His sarcasm was lost on the woman. "I hope you're not old fashioned!" she told him.

"No. No, I'm pretty much new-fashioned."

"Yeah, you look it," Chloe said, looking him over appreciatively. "So… tell me about yourself…"

Clint gave her the usual spiel, but his heart wasn't in it. Chloe didn't seem to notice- she was far too busy playing with her phone under the table. Clint smiled to himself. He went off on a conversation tangent to see if she'd notice.

"So when they realised water-boarding wasn't going to loosen my tongue, they locked me in a room and played Miley Cyrus's Party in the USA on a continuous loop for seventy-five hours. My ears started bleeding, and eventually, well, I gave them everything. All my miniature golfing secrets, the location of the treasure, the password to my Twitter account. They got it all. And I still can't hear Miley Cyrus without screaming and beating my head against a wall…" Clint drifted off.

Chloe looked up, curious. "Sorry, I got distracted for a sec. Did you just say something about Miley Cyrus?"

"Oh, I was just saying what a big fan I am," Clint said sweetly. "What's on your phone that's so much more interesting than me?"

Chloe had the grace to blush slightly. "Oh, nothing, sorry. I just got a message from a guy I used to… see. I think he's looking to hook up tonight. You know how it goes," she said casually, tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

"I do know how it goes" Clint said conspiratorially. "You know what? You seem like the kinda' gal who doesn't play by the rules, and I like that."

Chloe smiled indulgently at Clint.

"So I'm gonna throw this down, maybe give that other guy on your phone there a run for his money. Let's just cut to the chase." He took his pen and reached across the table, taking Chloe's hand. He very carefully wrote a series of digits across her palm.

Chloe's grin increased, and she looked extremely pleased with herself.

"Call me" Clint said, with a smirk and a wink.

"I just might" Chloe said saucily.

Clint waited until he was out of the room before he allowed himself a laugh.

Boy, was Nick Fury ever in for a surprise when he got a booty call from Chloe….

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Author's note: I had a field day writing this one! No offence to Miley Cyrus… but I do make a valid point, nu? ;) Obligatory disclaimer: These characters belong to other people; I gain nothing financially from posting these stories. Bummer.