The two deadliest SHIELD agents there had ever been on base sat in the cafeteria, trying to eat lunch. It was a new feeling for them, sitting in the cafeteria. Most of their time was spent on missions or in training, they didn't generally spend time on the base in New York if they didn't have to. Normally, the cafeteria was loud and bustling with energy and conversation, but Clint and Natasha's presence was somewhat terrifying for the junior agents who had only heard rumors of their skill.
However, there were always the few idiotic agents who thought that since agents Romanoff and Barton were older, it meant they were less able to do their job.
"What was that?" Clint demanded, glaring at a blonde-haired agent sitting farther down the table. The whispers were starting to annoy him, he just wanted to eat his lunch in peace!
"I was just telling my friend that some agents around here are getting a little... rusty," agent Roberts replied cooly.
Clint narrowed his eyes. That cheeky little... "You really think so?" he asked menacingly.
He expected Roberts to back down, but he just got got more arrogant. "Yeah, I think I could take you."
The archer let out a low breath. He was getting dangerously irritated. He knew he could take Roberts easily, he had seen his only average training report, but he didn't want to deal with crap from Coulson for responding to Roberts picking a fight.
"Not going to fight, huh?" Roberts smiled when he got no answer from Clint. "That's right. You're too chicken. Face it, Barton, you're getting old. You and your partner are going to sit on a shelf and collect dust," he finished cruelly.
Clint clenched his jaw, squeezing his hands into fists in an attempt to control himself. Roberts was a cocky jerk, who deserved to be shown his place...
Natasha put a steadying hand on Clint's thigh under the table, giving it a gentle but firm squeeze. It's alright, she told him with her actions. He doesn't matter, it's not worth your time to do anything. He didn't offend me. Let it go.
Clint closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath. Giving Roberts a fake smile, he said sarcastically, "Good to know. I'll try to get a comfortable spot on that shelf." With that, he stood up and walked away. Natasha followed suit without making a sound.
"There goes the flightless bird and his b-"
In a fraction of a second, Natasha whipped out her gun, clicked out the safety and fired a shot into the table less than an inch from Roberts' hand, effectively cutting off the rest of his sentence. He froze, face paling in fear. Natasha smirked and walked out of the cafeteria behind Clint.
They would keep each other in line, they would protect each other.
No matter the cost.
Hi everyone who's still here! Sorry this took so long to get up, I've been having a lot of writer's block lately. So I'm going to be out of town next week on a serving trip, and I won't have internet, which means nothing next week:( Leave a review?