Sorry I haven't updated! I usually try for wednesdays, but I haven't found anything to write about. So I just decided to write and...this happened!

Hope you enjoy.

As usual I don't own Marvel or James Bond sigh.

IMPORTANT! THIS STORY TAKES PLACE BEFORE MY BUDAPEST STORY, so all that pretty much means is that this is before Clint and Natasha get together awww

"I'm like James Bond." Clint said while straightening his bow tie.

"No you're not." Natasha called out from the bathroom where she was putting on makeup.

It was an easy mission they had been sent on. Fury could have sent any agents to do this, but it had to be them. Of course, it seems logical to send out your best agents even on the easiest of missions.

"Yes I am. I'm a spy, he's a spy. We're both good-looking. You can't go wrong with a good-looking spy." He said, uniting his first unsuccessful attempt at tying a bow tie.

"Order a martini tonight and I'll disown you."

"You don't own me in the first place."

"No, but think of the countless times when I've saved your sorry ass in the field."

"Let's remember who didn't kill who when they were sent to."

"Oh shut up, Barton. You brought me back cause you thought I was pretty."

"Well you are." Clint said, leaning up against the door frame of the bathroom. "But, I brought you back because you had potential. You didn't even flinch when my arrow was drawing blood from how hard I was pressing it into your chest. I was honestly going to kill you. But I didn't."

"Oh don't get all sentimental on me. You know I don't like to think about the past." She said, shaking her head as she walked over to Clint. "The past is gone. I don't like thinking about things that are gone." She added while successfully tying his bow tie before putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

"Is that why you never talk about your past?" He asked.

"I didn't come here expecting to think about the good old days. Can we just go kill whoever it is we have to and go home?" Natasha said, starting to get annoyed at the conversation they were having.

"Well that's a nice way of putting it," He said walking out the door. Natasha sighed and followed him, hoping this mission would go smoothly and quickly.

All they had to do was find the mark and poison him, which was easy because he was definitely a drinker, and was in the hotel bar.

The quietly stood in the elevator, neither of them speaking or even glancing at one another. Natasha was pissed and Clint knew better than to mess with her. Or to even speak for that matter.

It seemed like eternity until they finally got to the first floor.

"Do you have the poison?" Clint asked as they walked out the elevator. Though he feared for his life, he had to make sure everything was about to go smoothly. Mission OCD. Like travel OCD, but worse.

"Of course I do. Remember, stay away from me unless something goes wrong. Look out for anyone who seems suspicious. I'll get him away from his people and put the poison in his drink. Wait a minute before following me." She replied before walking away.

"Good luck Tash." He called out, watching her hips sway back and forth as she walked. Clint sighed, knowing things were getting rocky between them. He wished he could it, but the only thing he could say to her was that he was hopelessly in love with her. That wouldn't go over very well.

The thoughts going through his head kept him occupied before he followed. How he wished that he would be able to kiss those lips with the bright red lipstick on them. That he could run his hands down her hips, memorizing every curve her body had.

He quickly got rid of those thoughts; pushing them to the back of his mind with all the others. He walked into the bar and immediately caught sight of Natasha. The man they were looking for was some Russian mafia leader, who happened to have plans to start a third world war. "Damn Russians." Clint muttered as he watched Natasha do her job.

It seemed like everything was under control. She was putting the poison in his drink while he was talking to some people around him. It made Clint sick to see the way he looked at Natasha. He knew every dirty thought that was going through the mans mind and wanted to put a stop to it. Luckily, a few minutes after he gulped down his drink and started showing signs of being poisoned, he fell to the ground.

Clint laughed quietly as he watched Natasha act surprised when he fell to the ground. It got harder to keep a straight face when he saw her call for help. Once a group had gathered around Natasha was able to weasel her way out and back over to Clint.

"Piece of cake. Fury could have gotten anyone to do this." She said, walking up to Clint.

"Well he didn't and the mission is done. Now, I say we go back up to our room and order a bottle of champagne to celebrate our victory." Clint said, holding out his arm. A soft smile spread across his lips when Natasha looped her arm through his.

"Lead the way." She said, returning the smile.

"See I am like James Bond."

"Not this again."

"Bond always gets the girl."

"But you didn't get a girl tonight."

"Well I've got you."

"I don't count."

"Of course you do."

"Alright then, Agent Barton."

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