A/N: This is, in a way, a continuation of the last drabble. This is all from Clint's perspective and dialogue. I will kick myself for any errors later. Hope you like!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not even a little bit. Bummer.

The ballroom was filled with elegance and excess, glittering jewels paired with extravagant gowns, all to show just how very much money they could afford to throw away on such trivial things as rocks and cloth. Clint was well above the superficiality of it all, literally and figuratively, as he observed the spectacle from the rafters.

Natasha, however, was wading through these self-important citizens, shadowing their latest assignment. He was apparently very important to someone, enough that one credible threat left the Council in a tizzy and meant their immediate reassignment to a babysitting detail. They were both thrilled. Natasha, however, had gotten the raw end of the deal. She had to dress up and hang on the egotistical ass's arm for an entire night. Luckily, the champagne was expensive and flowing freely. That gave Clint an excellent idea.

"So…Tasha. I seem to remember you saying you would tell me more about yourself. I think I am going to take you up on that." Clint perceived a slight arch in Natasha's eyebrow as she turned her face in his direction. "Oh, don't do that eyebrow twitch at me. You agreed. I saw it before I fled your wrath." He grinned masochistically at the memory. She tucked her hair behind her ear, telling him she was listening.

"I've been inspired by the liberal flow of champagne your evening's companions are indulging in. I think a rousing game of Never Have I Ever is called for. Unfortunately, since I am not available to partake in the drinking and you are not able to partake in the questioning, we will just have to keep it all about you." Clint could not contain the chuckle as a sarcastic look flitted across her face before she reclaimed the look of ennui that her cover required. "Yes, I do plan to milk this opportunity. Do you expect anything less? Do you know the game?" She tilted her head. Explain, she had asked.

"Rules are simple. Let's see. If you have done what I say, you sip. If not, you don't. Very simple. So…Never have I ever… ridden on a rollercoaster," Natasha immediately took a sip.

"Hmmm. I will have to compare rollercoaster histories with you. On to the next. Never have I ever… watched E.T." Natasha moved fluidly around the ballroom as their mission schmoozed with his potential campaign contributors, but she didn't drink. "No way. How have you not? I am fixing this tragedy. No one should be so deprived." Her lips quirked at his fervent declaration. Amusement is good. Maybe he would get out of this little informal interrogation without significant bodily injury.

"Never have I ever… eaten cotton candy." She sipped from her glass with a delicate shudder. "I saw that! You ate too much, didn't you."

"Never have I ever… spent a rainy day reading in bed." Again, no sip. But also no surprise for Clint. She rarely let herself step back and relax.

"Never have I ever… kissed a girl." Natasha stopped so abruptly that her "companion" nearly tripped over her. She turned her face upward and unleashed the full power of her arched eyebrow. "What? I'm a guy. It would be against guy code if I didn't ask at least one pervy question." She shook her head slightly, but took a sip. Yep, he didn't mind knowing that.

"Never have I ever… had a celebration in my honor." The hints of a genuine smile graced her red lips as she sipped once again. Clint was glad that her birthday party had given her reason to smile. She didn't have nearly enough good memories in his opinion. But he was working on it.

"Never have I ever… sung Karaoke." Sip. Another recent memory. This time he really sang for her. Part of his plea deal to receive a lighter punishment for tricking her.

"Never have I ever… regretted saying yes to the charming Agent Barton when he offered you a choice." Clint asked this one softly, hesitantly. This was his real reason for starting this game, they both knew it. Without hesitation, she raised her glass in a silent toast, but didn't drink. She didn't regret her decision to follow him that night. Natasha knew that his question was his way of saying he didn't regret offering.

Their babysitting job seemed to be winding down as the weight of the gowns and jewelry and pretenses began to tire the guests. No more moneyed campaign contributors to draw in, no more reason to prance about. As the politician, began to make his way out of the room, he had one last smart ass remark to use.

"Never have I ever… admired my, I mean kicked my partner's ass while sparring." He was anticipated her answer to his joking final question, but when she took a sip, he scoffed. "You've never kicked my ass. Wait. That means…wait, what?" She just licked her lips and gave a knowing smile.

A/N: Hehe. She is mean. I am currently working on my post-movie (and post-romantic awareness) story, and I have all sorts of ideas for what Clint's comm games will entail once they are in a relationship. Raise your hands if you are interested in reading some of those? Just let me know. ;) *eyes the review button meaningfully*