Going Their Own Way
Ch 2: Unwind Avengers-style
A/N: Ok so here is the second chapter. I'll try to update as frequently as possible now that my finals are over (we have them early here in India) so yaaaaay! Anyway, as I said in my author's note last time, this chapter is still about Hawkeye and Black Widow, off on vacation! Sparks fly! Be ready for a lot of Clintasha!
Also, please check out my story 'Forever and Always'; it's a PJO fanfiction!
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Now, for the main feature presentation. I present to you, the story!
Clint was all packed and ready to go. He was supposed to meet Natasha near the Quinjet hangar. She was just walking up when he reached the plane. Wow, she looked even prettier in the sunlight. The way the beams bounced off her hair, her quirky little smile when she looked at him, her body-hugging outfit (she probably did that on purpose), and those kissable pink lips of hers, tauntingly soft…
He was rudely jerked out of his reverie by Natasha waving her manicured hands in front of him. Where did she get the time to go to the salon?, he wondered, realizing too late that he had said that out loud.
"Earth to Clint! I'm a lady, master assassin or not, I always, always have time for a manicure and pedicure, occasionally a spa treatment too. Anyways, I was saying while you were busy drooling," she smirked as he wiped his mouth," that I talked to Fury, got our landing permission and documents. Do you have your ID? Good, you're gonna need it.", she said when he nodded.
Clint wondered how she was as he performed the pre-flight checks. He knew she couldn't be fully recovered anyhow; even she didn't have that ability, so she had obviously put on her I'm-really-brave-don't-mess-with-me-kid face. Why did she refuse to let anybody in? He answered his own question. She doesn't want to get hurt again.
He climbed into the Jet and buckled himself in, putting his bags in the back. Natasha did the same then sat next to him and put on her belt.
"Ready?", Clint asked.
"Yeah of course I am."
He went through all the checks and nodded. It all seemed well. He went into taxi mode and took off. Turning the GPS on, he asked," So where do I land?"
"Let's get there first, I'll tell you when we're close."
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The time passed in a comfortable silence. Natasha looked at the gorgeous view of the sunlight reflecting of the blue sparkling ocean water. The island slowly came into view: clear waters and pristine beaches.
She reached out and switched on a complicated-looking device. Suddenly an area in the forest shimmered revealing a landing pad.
"There, you can land there.", she said pointing to the pad.
Clint circled a few times and then smoothly landed the plane. He grabbed the bags; tossing Natasha's hers and opened the door of the jet. He jumped out and squinted at the bright sunshine.
He heard Natasha walk up and say," It gets shadier near the resort. Come on, someone will take care of the jet. We can head up to our villa."
"Villa? You got us a villa?"
"Yes I thought you would like to be away from the others. It's in a secluded cove, with a private stretch of beach and a reef for underwater-life observation. It also has a private pool, not too big of course, a gym, sauna, hot tub and outdoor bar and dining area. There is also a waterfall with a natural lake which actually is the pool." She led the way.
"Wow! Nothing but the best for the agents, ha?" Clint joked.
She rolled her eyes but said nothing. The villa, or rather, miniature mansion, came into view.
"Fury wanted us to take a break and said we should have this one. He probably wanted his top two agents in shape."
The door opened into a large wooden-floored living room with plush sofas, a state-of-the-art stereo and television, colored lights and sliding glass doors opening onto the beach. It was connected to the kitchen, with a coffee-maker, fridge, stove and various fully stocked cabinets. Two loaves of freshly baked bread sat on the counter, wrapped in paper. A rack of cookbooks was in the corner. A pretty mahogany dining table was in the middle with well-carved chairs. A glass door opened into the back.
The waterfall made a soothing whooshing noise and the water looked tempting. Beyond, there was only the forest. To the side, stood a table for two and the bar, fully stocked. There was a hot tub nearby.
"Pretty amazing, right?" Natasha grinned.
Clint smiled back and made his way back inside.
"The gym and training range is in the basement. We can check that out tomorrow. Come on, those stairs probably lead upstairs, where the bedrooms are."
Racing up the staircase, they found themselves in a wood paneled hallway, with a bedroom on each side, one with a view of the beach and ocean, one with that of the waterfall and pool.
"I'll take the one with the beach view. Is that all right?", asked Clint.
"Of course. Let's rest up and we'll meet at the beach in two hours, at 12. Okay?" Natasha replied. Clint nodded and went into his room.
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Clint lay on his bed. He now admitted to himself that he had feelings for Natasha-again. What other reason could there be for wanting to take her in his arms and comfort her not as a friend, but something more? He sighed and rolled to his side, propping himself up and staring out the door-length window.
Giving up on trying to rest, he quickly unpacked, put away his clothes and pulled out his swim trunks. He took a shower, wiped himself with a warm towel, quickly changed and made his way down to kitchen.
He pulled out the ingredients for an omelet and made himself some breakfast. Cutting and toasting some bread, he spread some butter on the slices and sat down to eat. He hadn't realized how hungry he was till he took his first bite. Wolfing down his breakfast, he looked around absorbing his surroundings. Once he finished, he grabbed a blanket and headed down to the beach. He looked at his watch: ten minutes to eleven.
He spread the blanket and lay down for a few minutes. After relaxing a while, he got fidgety and got up for a swim. He waded into the cool water until he was submerged and then swam around till he was tired. He was walking toward the blanket when Natasha appeared, dot on time. To say she looked gorgeous was a gross understatement. Wearing a turquoise bikini, her skin looked flawless, her features like those of an elven princess, her lips just as full as ever. She looked like something from Paradise. He felt like melting into a puddle.
By then, she had entered the water next to him and taking advantage of his lostness, splashed him from behind. That dampened his spirits nicely.
Grinning, Clint turned and tackled her into the water.
"WATER FIGHT!" he yelled, picking her up bridal style and swinging her around.
"Put me down, Clint," she said," before I make you!"
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do exactly?" he smirked.
"PUT ME DOWN!" she yelled in his ear.
"Okay okay, relax Tasha!"
He let her down and she turned around to look at him, her hands on her hips. Looking down at her, Clint got lost in her eyes. The gap between them diminished gradually. His lips met hers in a gentle and sweet kiss. After a while, he pulled away. At that moment, right then, neither of them could wish for anything more.
"Hey Tasha? I know it's been a while since I said this, but, I love you…"
"I love you too Clint. But if you love me so much, make me dinner tonight."
"Of course, Your Majesty. Italian?" he said, knowing how much she loved it.
She grinned and nodded. Arm in arm, they made their way back in.
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Natasha was going to wear something special that night. A slinky black halter-neck dress she picked up in Milan. Her high heels were going to make her long legs look longer. She grinned deviously and made her way to the en-suite to get ready.
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Meanwhile, Clint was debating over what to wear. He didn't want to look as if he put in a lot of effort though for Natasha nothing would be enough. He finally decided on a white button-down left halfway open, faded blue jeans and his flip-flops. He was gonna knock her socks off, he thought, as he headed to his bathroom to have a shower.
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Clint was now downstairs making spaghetti and piling it onto two plates along with some crusty garlic bread and a bottle of wine. He put the food on the table set for two near the waterfall and surveyed the result. He quickly lit a candle and put it in its holder in the middle of the table.
When Natasha arrived, his jaw pretty much dropped to the ground. She looked…. How could he describe her? A goddess. He pulled out her chaired and pushed it in when she sat then took his seat across from her. He uncovered the plates and poured wine in both the glasses.
"Wow Clint, this is amazing! You went to so much trouble for me. Thank you…"
"Anything for you Tasha."
They dug in. Conversation flowed and the silences were comfortable. Once they were done, Clint took the plates and bottle in. He put the dishes in the dishwasher and closed the bottle. Suddenly, two hands went up over his eyes. He turned around and Natasha took away her hands. Looking down at her, he felt a rush of love and he leaned down to kiss her.
She pulled away to give him a devious look.
"What?"
"Why don't we continue this upstairs?'
"Absolutely fine by me, Your Highness."
He picked her up and laid her on his bed. Looking down at her affectionately, he wondered why he never told her before.
"Tasha?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you.."