SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE THIS STORY. BUT SCHOOL'S OUT AND MY UPDATES SHOULD BE MORE REGULAR. ASIDE FROM THE FACT THAT I'M IN FLORIDA STAYING AT MY 87 YEAR OLD FAMILY FRIEND'S HOUSE WHO DOESNT HAVE WIFI WHICH MEANS I WILL BE GOING TO STARBUCKS. A LOT. JUST FOR YOU. IF YOU REVIEW.
Phil reached over his seat to where Clint slept in the back seat of the jeep, tapping him lightly then withdrawing his arm before the assassin could lash out.
"Hm? Yeah. I'm up." He muttered groggily.
"We're here, Barton." Natasha told him without looking up from her SHIELD issued phone. Clint looked up blearily, peering up at the mansion from under the hood of his jacket. Phil glared at him in the rearview mirror until the younger agent removed the jacket, showcasing his suit, tailored to fit him perfectly. He rolled his eyes as he fit the comm. unit in his ear, childishly sticking his tongue out at Phil once he had pulled his pre-tied tie over his head.
"I hate suits." He grumbled.
"We know kid." Phil sighed, flashing his ID at the gate guard. Natasha slid her phone into the almost non-existent pocket in her black pencil skirt, smoothing out her neatly tucked in blouse. Clint stared at her reflection in the windshield while she unbuttoned the top button, pulling her flat ironed hair into a pony tail for the second time that day and fitting the earpiece in place.
"I can feel your stare burning holes through my shirt, Barton." She deadpanned.
"Being Superman would have its advantages." He noted wryly in response.
"Point blank. I will shoot you point blank." She reminded. Clint narrowed his eyes and leaned forward in his seat.
"I dare you to try." He hissed in her ear.
"Don't tempt me." She warned.
"It was an invitation, not a temptation." He breathed back.
"Do you want to die?" she asked darkly.
"You don't want the answer to that, Tasha." He answered quietly. She let the subject drop and followed him out of the jeep, leaving Coulson swallowing thickly and questioning his agents' inclination for self-preservation.
Clint lifted their weapons bags out of the back of the truck, handing Natasha her duffle bag and motioning for her to go to the door first. She had always made better first impressions, until she opened her mouth. Her looks lulled people into a sense of security and Clint did the talking; there was less threatening when he spoke for the both of them. She knocked lightly and stepped back while multiple pairs of feet shuffled around behind the door. Four guards stood in front of the agents once the door swung open.
"Name and business." The man with the biggest gun snapped.
"Ciara Roison." Natasha greeted, smiling prettily.
"Chris Collin. I'm the boss's new guard." Clint shifted his duffle bag to his left hand and leaned forward to shake the bodyguard's hand. The man ignored him and continued looking the pretty red-head in front of him up and down. Barton tensed, hand clenching tighter around the handle of his bag. He didn't tend to get jealous on missions, flirting was her job and he knew that. But something about the way the man was looking at him gave him a bad feeling.
"Leave them be, Marlo." Another voice instructed calmly. The big gun, Marlo, stepped aside immediately, waving in the two agents and starting to close the door just as Coulson pushed inside.
"Aaron Silas. With them." Phil introduced himself, playing the part of the physically challenged assistant. Marlo rolled his eyes and waved the man in, propping his gun up against his shoulder.
"Andres Bartolome, so nice to meet you." A fit man, mid-fifties maybe, sporting gray hair and glasses that he had already pushed up twice, smiled warmly, extending his hand to all three agents.
"Ciara Roison." Natasha smiled back, shaking his hand firmly as she introduced herself for the second time in two minutes.
"My daughter cannot wait to meet you. It's been too long since she's had another girl to talk to in this house." Andres responded in accented English.
"No puedo esperar para conocerla." Natasha effortlessly slipped into Spanish, dipping her head in acted shyness at Bartolome's impressed look.
'I can't wait to meet her.'
"Chris Collin." Clint said when Andres looked to him next. "I look forward to working with you." Clint had adopted the all work-no play part easily.
"And I, you, agent." the older man replied seriously. "I'll go grab my daughter." He smiled, backing away before walking towards one of three staircases Clint had already noticed. Natasha met Clint's eyes and raised one eyebrow, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards. 'He's pretty positive for a man who has lost everything.' Clint's eyes widened fractionally. 'Very positive.' But they both knew it was easier to work with someone like him than one lost in the clutches of depression.
"Agent Roison, this is my daughter Adalia." Bartolome said as he rounded the corner, a little girl holding onto his hand. "Adalia, this is Miss Roison. Do you remember what I told you about why she's here?"
"Si." She nodded. "Hola, Miss Roison." She smiled crookedly up at the red head.
"Hello, Adalia. You can call me Ciara, if you'd like." Natasha offered as she discreetly memorized every detail of the child; her wavy brunette hair, tanned skin and brown eyes. The small lisp she talked with when she spoke English. The fact that she was wearing a princess dress. Her overall innocent appearance.
"Ok. Thiara." She giggled. Natasha smiled and straightened to her full height, met with the blindingly bright smile of the girl's dad. "Puedo mostrarle mi habitacion?" she asked hopefully.
'Can I show you my room?'
"I think that's a wonderful idea, Addie." Her dad cut in before Ciara could deny for fear of upsetting her boss of two minutes. "Adalia can give you a preliminary tour and if you have questions, I'd be happy to answer." Andres encouraged.
"Alright then, let me know if you need anything, sir. But I'm sure Agent Collin's got you well taken care of." Natasha smiled, letting the little girl take her hand and lead her up the staircase and down the hallway, leaving Clint with Bartolome.
"Sir." Clint nodded politely.
"Bartolome." The older man corrected.
"Sorry sir." Clint apologized, only to purse his lips and rolled his eyes when he made the same mistake. Bartolome laughed and clapped his bodyguard on the back.
"You'll get the hang of it, kid." He laughed. Clint suddenly looked around only to find Phil nowhere to be seen.
"Did you happen to see where the other man that was with me went?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Marlo escorted him to the room you will be staying in. Is Agent Roison going to be alright sharing a room with you? She could sleep in Addie's room if it's going to be a problem." Andres offered as they walked through the mansion.
"I'm sure she'll be fine.
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