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Still One Year before Battle of New York

Natasha's POV

"So, you want me to babysit Tony Stark?"

"I want you to do whatever it takes to control him," Fury gave me a look that implied everything I didn't want to do, "you're leaving in an hour, I would have given you more time to prepare if you and Barton hadn't taken it upon yourselves to schedule a day off," Fury glared at me.

"Sir, I was just-" Fury cut me off.

"You're dismissed, Romanoff." As I turned to leave I didn't care about being concerned with Fury's cold attitude, many agents would consider that his good mood, deep down I knew I was and always will be one of his favorites.

At the moment, I was more focused on seeing Clint one last time before I left. When I got to my dorm to pack, Clint was already waiting for me.

"Hey, how did it go with Fury?" Clint grabbed a bag of candy I kept it in the kitchenette before flopping on my bed.

"He's a bit moody about us taking a personal day, but overall, well. I have to get inside Stark's life by 'any means necessary' according to Fury." We shared a look as I dropped a couple of revealing party dresses into my bag. Clint groaned and tossed a peppermint at my shoulder.

"Please don't, Natasha"

"And since when do you care what I do with my body," I turned to face him, somewhat irritated. Clint sat up in his and have me a stern "really?" look. And sighed, "It's a job Clint, one that you gave me if you remember, you know I hate when it comes down to this."

Clint looked no less annoyed at me, "when do you leave?"

"About a half an hour," I zipped up the now pack bag and pulled it over my shoulder, "which gives me enough time to grab my weapons from the safe and board the carrier, goodbye Barton." If he was going to act like a pain, so could I.

"Natasha," he stood up flustered, "you need to eat"

I scoffed, "I'm not your child." I walked out of the door, leaving Clint to fume in my room.

As I gathered my weapons I thought about Clint, I know I was being somewhat unreasonable but who was he to get upset with me over my own job. I hated thinking I had to make such a compromise but it was an order, and possibly the only one to gather the information Fury needed.

I headed toward the car that awaiting to take me to the airport, but not before spitefully grabbing a couple of granola bars from the cafeteria.

Clint POV

After Nat slammed the door of her own room, I was tempted to storm after her and demand why she was being so defensive. This wasn't the first time I've complained about her accepting these ridiculous orders, whether it was needlessly putting her danger or using her… other tactics. I didn't need to leave for about a week or so, I hoped to see Natasha before then, preferably in a better mood.

A few minutes after her hasty leave I resolved just to give her space, and left her room making sure to steal the rest of her candy.

About Two Weeks Later

Natasha waited eagerly on the edge of her bed as the phone rang once, twice, and again.

Clint- Nat?

Nat -*sighing* Clint

Clint- Jesus Tasha, I was seriously questioning our friendship for a bit.

Nat- You can't get rid of me that easily, Barton.

Clint- How are you? Are you back at base yet?

Nat- No, Stark was a bit more of a basket case than I expected, I'll fill you in when you get back.

Clint- Well I'm in the middle of a New Mexican desert with a stressed out Son of Coul.

Nat- I'm in a fancy hotel room in the city. I win this round.

Clint- To be fair, I'm not doing much work, more just waiting for the Son of Coul to give me someplace to nest.

Nat- Well I've been perfectly satisfied with the amount work this job has given me, a building collapsed in on me, and what is with the fifth century pronunciation of Coulson's name?

Clint- Oh man Nat, this Thor guy is great, I honestly hope you meet him, you guys would get along great. I'm sorry, did you say a building fell on you?

Nat- Technically yes, and I admit it would have been easier to vacate if I wasn't wearing that stupid print dress.

Clint- Naaaat! Speaking of the dress, umm did you…

Nat- No, Clint. Everything worked out fine, sort of.

Clint- Alright, well I guess we have more catching up to do when we get back, agent Romanoff.

Nat- It appears we do, agent Barton, we always do.

Natasha hung up, and bounced the phone on her lap, looking around the room she felt out of place. It was as if she needed to be stabilized at that moment but she wasn't given that option. There was only a single place and only two people that were capable of giving her this calm. She leaned back into the mattress, and came to terms that they might as well have been light-years away.

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