A/N: Guys, I am deeply and utterly sorry this took so long. I apologize. I hope this lives up to your expectations, and the third chapter should be coming up soon. Make sure to submit a review; pretty please!
~PJA
Chapter 2
Of course, the grumbling and whispering began once Maria stopped talking.
"Of course he goes for her," one of the women said in her snide voice.
"She can have any man she chooses. Leave him for us!" Another one chimed in.
"God knows she could only be using him for her purposes."
Maria interrupted their gossip. "Moving on with the tour. Next I'll be taking you to the training room, to watch some of our agents as they train for missions. You'll see what you're up against." She heard some incoherent grumbling.
Maria led the group of women to the observation booth, watching their stunned faces as they watched the top-notch agents show off their skills. There were reasons they put the best of the best in here for these tours. It was both a show, and a test. To scare away the weak.
When she heard excited squeals, she knew Clint had entered the room. He began to take on the agents in the room, taking them down with moves of utter finesse. Maria gagged as she heard voice octaves ascend and ovaries explode while Clint fought his way across the room. Clint looked at the booth and grinned. The ladies began to fangirl – Clint had won them over.
Clint made his way over to that familiar curtain in the back of the room. He pulled a rope, revealing the message underneath: You won't be enjoying the show for too long, ladies.
This was enough to close their mouths. However, another agent advanced on Clint, forcing him to defend himself. He overpowered the man, his muscles rippling in the process. The ladies were gone again.
But when a flash of red found its way into her line of sight, Maria smiled. Time to finally scare some sense into the recruits. Natasha took down all who was left after Clint. A punch to the gut, a twist of the arm, and flying frenzy of legs, and the only other one standing was Clint.
He looked her in the eye, grinning, and delivered the first blow. It never got there. Natasha deflected it, throwing another punch. This continued, nothing ever landing. As Maria always thought, the way they found eventually melded into a dance, the two of them circling each other, getting dangerously close, but never hurting each other, and always knowing what the other was going to do next. Her heart swooned for the two of them whenever she saw the dance. Or fight; whatever you like to call it.
Soon, the fight did meld into that dance. Clint took Natasha in his arms, twirling her, and holding her close. And, unlike with the men, this time Natasha took control and planted the loving kiss onto Clint. The utter emotion that came through that kiss swelled Maria's heart that began two sizes too small.
The couple made their way to the back wall, pulled another rope, and revealed the sign behind another curtain:
I know fifty ways to kill you with a pen.
The women, shocked, let out a collective gasp. They started shouting insults and obscenities at Natasha, though she could not hear them through the glass, especially not when she was looking at Clint through those eyes of a lover.
And she especially did not see the middle finger she was getting as they left the room.