Phil leaned against the doorframe, chuckling softly at the sight of Natasha sitting cross legged on the perfectly made bed with the first Bourne book open in her lap.
"What'd he do?" he asked knowingly, eyes flitting towards the closed bathroom door.
"Crossed a line." She answered vaguely, turning the page without looking up at her handler.
"You probably shouldn't have shot him." Phil chastised.
"And he probably should not have called me Natalia." She responded, glancing up and slamming her book closed. Coulson's expression darkened.
"Ah." He realized. "Still shouldn't have shot him." Phil sighed, turning and moving back towards his couch. Natasha rolled her eyes and got off of her bed, glancing at the door as it swung open. The Russian assassin arched an eyebrow in exasperation as her partner stood in the doorway just as he always did after he showered; shirtless, hair dripping wet, chest steaming, shorts hanging low on his hips. "Just suit up, Barton." Phil ordered from the other room. "How's your arm?" he asked.
"I've had worse." Clint answered seriously, making his way towards the door where he had hung up his suit. He glanced over his shoulder at Natasha who was already dressed in black dress pants and a black blazer, gun holstered at her side and hair pulled back in a ponytail. Clint grumbled incoherently as he changed into his suit, holstering his gun as well then tossing a cliché wired comm. at his partner.
"Comm. check." Natasha muttered as she touched one finger to the communication device.
"Check." Clint replied immediately. "Good to go?" he glanced at Natasha, mirroring her sharp nod before holding up two fingers in a peace sign to Coulson and opening the door for his lethal partner.
He followed her out the door and up the staircase to the first floor of the mansion where Marlo along with his other agents were making preparations to move Bartolome and Adalia out of the house.
"Dispuesto?" Marlo snapped, eyes roving shamelessly over Ciara Roison's body. Clint stiffened, standing straighter.
Ready?
"Si." Chris Collins answered sharply.
"Vamos." He ordered tightly, turning to his boss's daughter.
"Roison, you're with Romero, Marquez, and Arroyo." Marlo addressed the only female agent and nodded her in the general direction of three stoic agents.
"Ve con ellos, carina." Andres told his daughter encouragingly. Adalia skipped forward, taking her body guard's hand and staring up at Romero, Marquez and Arroyo with wide brown eyes. Natasha squeezed the little girl's hand and smiled down at her.
"Hererra, Criado, Montez, Salazar and Collins on the boss. Avanzar." Marlo ordered, pushing open the double doors and waving Adalia's company forward. Natasha lifted Adalia onto her hip, covering her head with one hand and smoothing her pink bathing suit cover up with the other as Arroyo, Romero and Marquez took their positions surrounding their charge.
Marlo nodded sharply at them and they hurried out of the house to the waiting car. Natasha slid in first with Adalia and resituated the small girl in the seat next to her while Romero climbed in the driver's seat. Arroyo and Marquez slid in the back seat with Adalia and her guard. Natasha watched out the window while Clint covered Bartolome's head and rushed him out to the second car, the other four agents standing guard while Clint, Marlo and Bartolome loaded into the car. Montez slid in with Andres and Hererra took the wheel while the last two remained at the house. The cars sped off and the body guards relaxed ever so slightly.
"Everything good on your end, Roison?" Clint's gruff voice came in her ear.
"Yeah. You?" Natasha replied lowly, combing through Adalia's curly hair as the girl played with the hem of her cover-up.
"Yep." He answered into the comm. Natasha lowered her hand away from her ear and tilted her head to address Adalia.
"You alright Addie?" she smiled.
"Si." She smiled up at her guard. "Our boat's really big Miss Ciara." She said slowly, trying to speak without the lisp that came with her English.
"Ah si?" Natasha slipped into Spanish for the child's benefit.
Really?
"Si y tengo una habitacion en el!" she smiled, squealing excitedly.
Yes and I have a bedroom on it!
"Estoy muy emocionado de verlo…"
I am very excited to see…
"We're here." Marlo barked into the the car rolled to a stop. Natasha inhaled slowly and looked up and out the window at the looming yacht off the dock to their right.
Clint heard the controlled breath Natasha sucked through her teeth over the comm. and sighed, knowing even if he'd ask she would only freeze him out.
Adalia was practically bouncing in her seat as she stared out at her father's boat. The smile she directed at Ciara was met with a plastered smile from the older woman who was waiting patiently for Marlo's orders to move both Andres and his daughter.
"We move them in fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen." He counted back as both cars were put into park. Natasha reached over the child sitting beside her and wrapped the pink towel around her shoulders, unbuckling her and pulling the brunette girl into her lap. "Move." Marlo snapped, throwing open the door on the left of the black car just as Clint did the same and pulled Andres out behind him. Natasha slid lithely out of the car, pulling the towel up to cover Adalia's head as the guards hurried the small family across the wooden dock to the large boat. Natasha's fingers were twitching as they crossed the threshold onto the white yacht; only slightly but she could feel it. And Clint would undoubtedly notice. And then the American drama queen would demand a reason for her reactions, then she would shoot him again just to shut him up and Coulson would be annoyed that she had shot his agent again.
Adalia was set down on the hard wood floor of the boat just as Andres was released from the protective custody of Chris Collins and she was immediately lifted into her father's arms and carried to the window walled side of the boat. Natasha clenched her hand into a fist as the boat started to move forward in the water and the look that lit her eyes was one of the more tortured expressions Clint had seen her take on in the short amount of time they had been partnered.
"Ната́ша…" Clint breathed quietly. Her jaw snapped shut and the muscles in her jaw tensed impressively.
"Yходить, Yсадьба." She snapped menacingly as she whirled around and stalked off towards the bar in the back. Not that she would drink on the job. A growl at that realization rumbled in her chest and another hand came up to her temple.
"Ciara!" she heard Adalia squeal followed by the little girl running up and grabbing her hand. Natasha smiled and let herself be pulled over to the window, inhaling carefully as she stared out at the churning water and ignored Clint's burning gaze as Andres nursed a glass of scotch and carried on a casual conversation with Marlo.
It was a distracted attentiveness that she paid the small girl who was excitedly pressing her face up against the glass, breath fogging up the glass as she chattered to her body guard who was hardly paying attention but doing an amazing job of making it look like she was.
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