Lost in translation
A/N: SO I AM BACK! So sorry for the wait! I was sort of having a slight obsession with my new Clintasha story but I didn't forget about you guys! I have really weird rapid writing phases. Sorry!
RECAP: Natasha had just beat Tony Stark's ass within an inch of his life before Clint dragged her out of there and told her they were going for lunch. He knew she had a SHIELD tail on her and removed the tracker from her phone before they ran for it. They ended up on the subway where they were just chilling it out acting like normal people instead of the assassins that they were. Nothing too weird would happen while they were on off time…right?
Ha ha. If you know me you're definitely laughing right now. ;)
Chapter 6
After Clint and Natasha managed to ditch her tail they were halfway across the city before they even knew what they were doing. Natasha irritably glanced down at her watch and up at the subway map in front of her. Idiot.
She turned around to give her partner a very unimpressed look. He was still staring at the map in shock as well when he felt her eyes on him. He glanced at her and got the full blown effect of her stare.
"What? I was distracted! You were napping on my shoulder so you weren't watching if we were about to miss our stop either Tasha!" he said touchily not willing to take all the blame for this situation.
Natasha gave him a blank look before she proceeded to point to a stop near the little coffee shop the Avengers liked to frequent and then dramatically dragged her hand all the way to the last stop on the map - the one they found themselves standing in right now. How the hell did he not pay attention for that long?
She doubled her unimpressed expression. Clint finally just gave her a sheepish grin as he scratched the back of his head.
"I sort... I sort of got distracted by you. You were kind of cute while sleeping - even if you were drooling on me," he said with a knowing smile.
The utter horror on her face made it so worth it when she promptly smacked him over the head. He winced from her not too gentle smack. Her blows actually hurt- unlike most girls.
"Owe! Damn it. Tough love Tasha - but I can take it," he said with painful grin on his face. Natasha sighed and rubbed her forehead - he was insane. Her partner was truly insane. She took a deep breath and pointed to the exit. He furrowed his brow as he glance at the door.
"You want to go have lunch here? Where is here anyway?" he asked as he glanced at the street map behind them. He froze - well shit.
"Oh wow we are in Chinatown - who eats Chinese for lunch?" he said scrunching up his nose in distaste.
Natasha promptly shoved her watch in his face and waited for the inevitable reaction. He squinted at the small clock and froze.
"HOLY SHIT IT'S 6 O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING?" he shouted in disbelief as he grabbed her arm to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Natasha rolled her eyes - that's what she was saying this whole time!
"Man Tasha…you napped for a while!" he said in awe. Natasha gaped at him. How dare he blame her for this mess?
He glanced up at her fuming eyes - she looked like she wanted to strangle him. He quickly flashed her a boyish grin to throw her off her his scent and quickly dragged her out of the station.
"Let's go take a walk and have that dinner then!" he said cheerfully dragging her through the busy streets filled with the famous New York nightlife.
She glared at her partner and then suddenly glared at the little boy who brushed too close to her in the crowd. He squeaked and ran away. She glanced down at her hand where it suddenly felt a lot lighter and realized her watch was missing. She growled.
Natasha was going to shoot the next person that dared to try to pickpocket her in the crowd. Clint noticed her predicament right away and shook his head with a small smile on his face.
"Tasha sometimes you have really bad luck," Clint said trying to hold back a laugh because of her furious expression. She scoffed and looked away. She made the motions of punching her fist against her open palm and squeezed the life out of something in thin air. Clint suddenly stopped walking and burst out laughing - he couldn't help it. She stared at him like he was crazy. She was being serious! How dare he laugh at her threats?
"Don't worry Tasha - I'm sure you are just as deadly as ever. I'm just immune to your lovely intimidating charms," he said turning towards her and curling a strand of her short red hair behind her ear. She froze under his touch and he smiled softly at her as he lightly traced his hand over her cheek and across her nose. She always did response to affection more strongly than any seduction techniques he could have used on her. Natasha Romanoff expected to be seduced by bastards her entire life.
But Clint Barton just wanted to hold her. He just wanted to touch her and breathe her in and never let her go. He just wanted her. He felt her tremble slightly underneath his touch and knew he got the message across. Then she abruptly pulled away and put several feet of distance between them while breathing rapidly. He had crossed a line.
But he didn't care anymore. He felt like they crossed it a while ago anyway.
"Why do you always run away Tasha?" he asked softly. She took several deep breaths and gave him a warning look. He took a step closer and she took another two steps back.
"Why do you always shut down when things get too real? Why do you always pretend like there's nothing there?" he asked as he continued to walk her into an alley and away from prying eyes. She clenched her jaw and glared at him. He didn't look fazed at all - her glares were just walls he got good at tearing down over the years.
"Why do you always deflected everything and anything that threatens to hinder your iron control? You're deflecting right now Tasha. Do I make you feel like you're losing control?" he asked calmly as he finally cornered her against a wall. She wasn't breathing right by any delusion but she was still tense and looked like she honestly wanted to punch him.
It made him want her even more.
"Why do you always push me away...when you know you want me just as much as I want you?" he whispered inches from her tense face. He could see the massive armed internal conflict storming in her eyes.
He was telling her all the things they weren't supposed to say because for the first time in her life Natasha couldn't instantly shut him up or lie to him with her words. She had no words - all she could do was give him the truth.
And the truth was downright terrifying her.
Click.
He smiled without looking away from her fierce gaze as he suddenly felt a steady gun pointed at his heart. He couldn't care less.
Because Natasha Romanoff didn't need a gun to kill him.
"Are you going to shoot me Tasha?" he asked leaning into her personal space and causing her grip to tighten around her gun. He gave her an intense look.
"Because I'm not afraid to die from a bullet. Not if it came from you," he whispered placing his hands on her hips and pulling them flush against each other daring her to make a choice. She growled as she dug the gun harder into his chest but he simply waited for her to decide. His touch was like fire and burned right through her shirt and he wasn't even moving. His eyes were patient but firm - he needed her to make the next move.
Suddenly they both heard a shuffle behind them and knew they were about to get caught.
"Hey! What are you two doing in an alleyway like this?" someone said suspiciously from behind them. Clint and Natasha instantly froze. He spun around and covered her as she quickly shoved her gun into her back pocket. They didn't need any questions or authorities after their ass right now. They were already too publicly known anyway. He gave the officer watching their suspicious reactions a disarming smile.
"Why officer - it's Friday night and I was just trying to show my girlfriend how much she means to me. Isn't that right Tasha?" he asked innocently wrapping an arm around her waist and laying his hand over her stomach. He felt her inhale sharply. The police officer continued to stare at the couple with a calculative look. He saw the impromptu staring contest start to heat up the air right in front of him and suddenly rolled his eyes.
"You young people need to calm your hormones and leave the foreplay for the bedroom. Sheesh you guys reek of sexual tension. You really should take this somewhere else," the officer said scrunching up his nose in distaste. Natasha tensed under Clint's grasp but he just held her tighter. He kept his face convincingly embarrassed even though he knew she was seconds away from pounding him into the ground. Maybe he went a bit too far. Oh well - he was already screwed anyway – might as well really dig his grave properly.
"Of course officer - it's just like we're back in the beginning when we were just starting to get to know each other. Like we were dancing around each other for years," Clint said with a light laugh. She was going to kill him the second this officer was gone. He knew it. He could feel it.
"Take the cheese and take a hike boy," the officer said shaking his head as he started to turn away from them. Clint gave a sheepish nod even as he felt Natasha rapidly start to grow more rigid beside him. Oh yeah - he was going to die today.
"Sure thing officer - have a wonderfully uneventful night!" Clint called out to him as he watched the cop disappear into the crowd. The easy smile instantly turned into a grimace. Unlike him.
Time to die.
The next thing he knew he was running for his life as several silent well-aimed knives flew past his head as he ducked and skirted around the alley corner with a furious assassin after his ass. He couldn't hear her rage but oh he definitely felt it.
"You're in denial Tasha!" he shouted over his shoulder as he expertly evaded another sharp projectile. He heard her growl though and knew she was going to kick his ass.
He avoided 1 then 2 then 3 then 4 damn knives aimed at his head. Holy shit.
"You are going to run out of knives eventually Tasha!" he shouted as he quickly dashed around another the corner and plastered himself against the wall to catch his breath.
He froze as he suddenly found a fist fly into his face and instantly ducked. He heard the telltale crack of cement against brutal impact and froze.
She was out of knives.
But he was still dead.
And yet they've been doing this for years.
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A/N: Ha ha things are going steam up in the next chapter. But she is not even half as angry as she pretends to be. Seriously. If you want to know what a serious fight is like between them you should read 'I dare you'. Ha ha I went all out with that one. LOL
Anyway sorry for the long wait! Review and let me know if you're still interested in reading this little story!