"Miss Romanoff, Mr. Barton is at the entrance of your suite's living quarters. Should I let him in?" JARVIS asked Natasha who was in the kitchen area minding the brewing tea kettle.

Natasha smiles a little as she makes her way to one of the cupboards, "Yes. Let him in and tell him I'm in here."

Shortly, Clint comes through the double doors with a book in his hand, "Hey Nat, you left your Russian novel in the Rec Room this afternoon."

"Thanks Clint, put it over there." She gestures to the table to her right before grabbing a lemon from the fridge.

"Hmm, something smells good. What are you making?"

"Black Caravan Tea."

"Heh, so Russian Teas and Russian novels."

"What can I say? I was feeling nostalgic. Want a cup?"

Clint was about to decline, because it was late and he was quite tired, but she already had the second mug out, and she was giving him such an inviting smile. Maybe a little tea would be good to help him relax.

It seemed like only a few minutes ago they both had been sitting on the bar stools sipping lemon laced tea together. Clint was animatedly describing Steve's appalled reaction to finding out Bruce had inspired Tony's itching powder scheme and Natasha was trying hard to refrain from choking with laughter on her last bit of tea. Then the next thing Clint remembers is that everything went dark. He came to on a couch with Natasha standing over him. The warmth and laughter she had displayed earlier that night had been replaced with a look that ran Clint's blood cold.

"Uhh Nat? What…what happened?"

She smiled in an almost cruel way and then replied. "Lemon wasn't the only thing I laced your tea with."

"You drugged me?" Clint bolts up from his reclining position only to be surprised by the extra weight around his neck. He ran his fingers across a circular object encased around his throat.

"What is this? Is this a collar?"

Natasha simply quirks one eyebrow up in response.

Clint's confused expression quickly transforms into a leer. He winks at her suggestively, "Well hey baby, if you wanted to play that way, all you had to do was ask."

Natasha's hands go to something hanging from her neck and the next thing Clint knows, his body is receiving a jolt of the century.

"Ahhhh! What the hell was that? Is this a taser?" He asks breathlessly as the spasms finally subside.

"More or less. Stark designed it for me. And he designed this." Natasha's hands move from what she was clutching at her neck. She was wearing a necklace with a button shaped like…

"Is that a spider?" Clint asks.

"A black widow, to be precise."

"And why would Tony make you a torturing devise?"

"For the same reason I asked him to make it. For revenge."

"Revenge? What in the hell did I do?"

"Well you know what you did to Tony. He's still not quite over that stunt you and Steve pulled on his suits. He's satisfied he got Steve back but he was disappointed you had slipped from his prank's grasp. So when I told him what I wanted to do he volunteered to help me."

"Help you what exactly?"

Nat's voice turns sickly sweet as she says, "Well remember how you thought it was so cute to boss me around and show out in front of Thor like I was your little servant girl?"

Clint immediately recalls how much of an idiot he had been that day and face palms. Guess Natasha hadn't let it go after all.

"Oh crap."

"Yes, be worried Barton, cuz payback's a bitch. I figured I'd let you see what it's like being volunteered against your will as someone's errand boy. I left the book behind on purpose since I knew you'd be the one to offer to return it. I batted my lashes and got you to stay, then waited till you were out like a light. Now you're collared and at my mercy. So here's the rules: I tell you to do something and if you don't; I press the button. You talk back; I press the button. You're a bit slow satisfying my demands…"

"Oh let me guess, you press the button?" Clint remarks with a roll of his eyes.

Natasha answers by pressing said button sending another electric like current through Clint's body. As he recovers she adds, "If you crack a wise ass comment..."

"You press the button." Clint groans out between pants.

"Exactly. And you'll be in this condition until I tire of it. So you better be on your best behavior, Barton. You'll have a lot of things expected of you as of lately." She flashes him a wicked grin and Clint could only swallow nervously in reply.

Tony and Thor are at one of the dining hall tables eating breakfast when Natasha walks in. Clint is at her tail looking generally unhappy.

Tony spots them and immediately starts cracking up, "Looky here, the hawk's been tagged and captured I see. How's the device working, Tasha."

"Flawlessly." She smiles.

With mirth evident in his eyes, Thor stands and circles Clint, inspecting the black collar. "We have something likened to this on Asgard."

Smirking, Thor pauses before the archer, "It keeps our prisoners obedient."

Clint looks up at the god with a scowl. Unfazed, Thor playfully clasps Clint on the shoulder while laughing.

"I am NOT Nat's prisoner." Clint shrugs angrily out of Thor's grasp.

"Be good!" Nat warns him. "And make me a veggie omelet. I'm going on a run today and I need protein."

Clint appears immobilized and embarrassed after Tony points out, "You sure look like a prisoner to me, Hawkfeathers."

When he still doesn't move, Natasha's hand wavers over her Widow Necklace, "Barton!"

"I'm on it, I'm on it." Clint finally scrambled to the common kitchen area and starts on her breakfast.

"Oh, if I'm correct, we had an agreement. So can I borrow Clint this evening?" Tony asks Natasha.

"Yea sure." She shrugs.

"Over here, Feathers." Tony calls out. Clint puts down the whisk and begrudgingly stands before Tony. "So around 6 tonight you're gonna polish all of my Iron Man suits. And I mean all of them. Even the ones I rarely use that are mostly for display."

Clint stops juggling the egg in his palms. "WHAT? "

"And do a good job too. I'll have the polish sent to your floor… or hey what am I saying? I'll get you to get it yourself."

"Who do you think you are? You can't do this! And I am NOT gonna waste my night shining up your stupid suits, Stark!"

"May I?" Tony asks Natasha.

"Of course."

Tony walks up to Natasha , leans over, and presses the button on her necklace.

Clint startles and spasms, dropping the egg on the tile floor.

"When you're through, clean that up, would ya?" Tony grins.