Clint signaled down a taxi and asked to drive them to the Demeter Mansion on the edge of the city.
A short, thirty minute drive later, they were in front of the large marble mansion. Clint paid the taxi driver as Natasha touched up her make-up. They linked arms romantically and strolled up the lawn to the front doors, where a big, tan, gruff man in a suit was seeing people in.
"Identification please," The man in the suit asked as they approached him.
"Certainly," Clint smiled, showing the man their I.D. cards, "I'm Mitchell Krantz, and this is my fiancée, Natalie Rowen. We have wedding invitations to give to Mr. Demeter and Mrs. Theron."
The man looked skeptically at the couple then at their I.D. Cards.
"Alright, go on in," he nodded, handing the cards back to Clint, "The best of luck to both of you!"
"Thank you," Natasha said as they walked into the mansion.
The mansion was huge. Marble pillars, wooden floors, ebony furniture sets, huge glass windows, and to top it all off, a grand foyer.
There were tons of people at the party, all drinking, dancing, or talking. All of them were dressed in fine clothing; men in tuxedos and women in dresses and ball gowns. Natasha and Clint, arm in arm, walked over to the refreshments table and got glasses of champagne.
"To a successful mission," Natasha said as her and Clint raised their glasses in a toast and drank in unison.
The small orchestra entertaining the guest began playing and slow song.
Clint smiled as he grabbed Natasha hand softly, "May I have this dance?"
Natasha giggled as Clint led her onto the dance floor. He placed his hands around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck laying her head on his shoulder. They began slowly swaying to the music.
"Okay, we need to keep an eye out for Demeter and Theron… Clint?" Natasha said lifting her head and looking at him, "Hey Romeo, were on a mission remember?"
Clint looked into Natasha's green eyes, mesmerized.
"Huh? Oh yeah I know. It's just…," Clint tried to answer
"Just what?"
Clint brought Natasha in for a warm hug, still swaying to the music. She sighed; for once in her life, she didn't want to be on a mission. She wanted to stay there in that moment, hugging Clint, without any worry of being exposed or killed. She closed her eyes happily and rested her head on Clint's strong chest. When she opened her eyes, a man dressed in a dark purple tuxedo with tan skin, dark hair, and a goatee was staring at her suspiciously from across the ballroom.
"Clint," Natasha whispered in his ear.
"Mhhhmmm," he muttered back, still draw in the music.
"There's a man watching us across the room. I think its Demeter!"
The man in the purple tux slowly began making his way through the crowds of party guest towards Clint and Natasha.
"Clint! Kiss me," Natasha whispered nervously.
Clint snapped back to reality.
"Wait, WHAT?" He asked confusingly.
"It will lead him off our scent… Kiss me!"
Clint slowly grabbed Natasha's face and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn't too long or too short, it was just right. Clint's warm lips embraced Natasha's and moved in an unfamiliar pattern to her, but she loved it. Natasha forgot the party, she forgot the guest, she forgot the man in the purple tux, she forgot the entire mission. The only thing that mattered to her was kissing Clint for as long as humanly possible. She gripped Clint's short hair romantically as his hands moved down to her waist, pulling her closer to him.
The kiss was broken off as the man in the purple tux walked up and tapped Clint on the shoulder.
"Pardon me sir, but may I have a dance with your lovely partner?"
"Sure," Natasha said letting go of Clint.
"I'll find you when you're done, sweetie," Clint promised.
"I'll get this guy to talk. You find Theron. If there's any trouble, just call me over the blue tooth," Natasha whispered in Clint's ear.
She grabbed his face and pulled him in for a short goodbye kiss, winked at him, and left with the purple suited man.
"So, what is your name?" Natasha asked as they began swaying to the music.
"Why do you want to know?" said the man, his voice tinted with Hungarian.
"I make it my business to know who I'm dancing with," Natasha remarked, cunningly.
"Yes well, I make it my business to know when uninvited guest show up at my party," the man said
"Oh so you are Mr. Demeter. You know, you are very fluent in English for being Hungarian," said Natasha trying to distract him.
"As are you for being Russian…," Demeter replied through a fake smile.