Sorry I took so long to update - I wrote this chapter much earlier today but my crappy computer crashed and lost all my work so I've had to write it all over again.

Please review :)

"The plan was simple!" Fury's deep voice bellowed across the cold circular table to where the Avengers were sat. "Get in. Get the file. Get the hell out. Simple." Most of them were starting to tune him out but every time they tried Fury's voice echoed around their skulls and brought them back. "Tell me what was so difficult?" Fury asked loudly. They had told him a totally different story to what had actually happened. Natasha had convinced them all to tell Fury that they didn't even get into the building, she knew that if Fury knew the truth he would send her to doctor Green, the SHIELD psychologist to ensure her mental health, Green was a pervert when it came to Natasha and she didn't want a physical check as well. "Stark. Explain."

Tony sighed and shifted in his chair. "We got to the buildings and took out all of the guards except one bastard who shoved a grenade into the buildings, even after the flames died down it was impossible to get in. Then Shakespeare with a hammer showed up and we left empty handed went home and got drunk." He explained.

"I think you were the only one drunk Stark." Clint spoke up, Tony plastered a sarcastically hurt look across his face.

Fury slammed his fists against the solid surface "I don't care who was drunk. Don't let me down again." He walked away.

The avengers sat there for a while in silence. Natasha stole a look at Clint, they hadn't spoken since the fiasco the previous night. She looked away as his face started to move to look at her. Clint didn't know how to feel. One on hand she had told him that she loved him, that made him cocky knowing how many guys lusted over her, then again she had turned him down and he didn't know why, the suspense was killing him and he was determined to find out the reason behind her rushed panicked response. She however was extremely embarrassed, never before had she opened up and spoke about her feelings before. She loved him - she had no doubt about that - but how could she love someone when she doesn't know the meaning of love. It was a weapon and she knew it, a trick to kill, yet she felt so sure that this was no trick. She was lost. And confused.

Three days past without so much as a measly hello passed between the two assassins. Natasha had gotten a call from Fury in the early hours of the morning, saying that her needed her to come in. She left just after Thor woke up, he was still on Asgardian time, she told him that she was only going to get some clothes from her old apartment though she wasn't quite sure why she lied. She picked up the report she had to write about the previous mission and left quickly.

When she got to SHIELD HQ she was greeted by a smiling Fury, he wanted something and it put her on edge. "Agent Romanoff, shall we talk somewhere private?" She nodded and followed him into his office. "I have a mission for you." He said, getting straight to the point.

"I thought I wasn't an agent anymore? Just an Avenger."

"That's true but there is no one else who can pull off this job." He spoke honestly. "Are you interested?"

"That depends what the mission is Sir." He smiled.

"Vincent James VanBoran." He said, tossing her the file on him "He's a drug dealer, got a good job going, best price in town. Only thing is that it's not legit or safe. Cocaine is his best seller but as harmful as Cocaine is, this is worse, mixed with anything he can get his hands on. And that's not even the worst of it." Fury paused and Natasha nodded for him to go on. "He's using the fake cocaine as a front for a prostitution service. He's kidnapped seventeen girls, all aged between twelve and eighteen to be sold off for an hour. I need you to bring him in. Preferably in a body bag. Plus any of his customers" That made Natasha smile. "It's on the down low, just me and you to know, we don't want a scandal like this to get out."

"What's the angle?" Natasha asked while flicking through his file. "How am I doing this?"

"He's dangerous. We know exactly where his warehouse is but he has plenty of goons. This needs to be done from the inside. That's why you're the only person we can send in." Fury looked away from her eyes nervously.

"You want me to pose as a prostitute?" She stood up in protest.

"Natasha!" Fury joined her in standing "That's the only way we can bring this bastard down. Would you rather he keep prostituting those young girls?"

"Of course not!" Natasha retorted, she was hurt that he would even think that.

"I know you were in a similar situation to these girls when you were at the age of twelve. Help them."

She sat back down "When do I leave and what do I tell everyone?"

"You will tell everyone that I've asked you to be on desk duty for a week in SHIELD HQ so you're staying in your old room. You leave tomorrow. eight am sharp." He told her in bullet points.

"How do I get in?"

"I've blackmailed one of his clients to recommend you. All you need to do is wear something short and be in your hotel room. They will come to you."

She nodded. This wasn't going to be easy.

Sorry Clint wasn't in it much. I hope you liked it. Review!

~Beth~