The number of followers and favorites on the first chapter has made me so happy! I can't believe how many people liked this story, I was a little nervous about posting it to be honest but y'all are making me hopeful that maybe I didn't totally screw up . Anyway, here's the next chapter and I hope y'all enjoy this one too! :D

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D, or Black Widow and Hawkeye. They belong to Marvel unfortunately.

Clint couldn't believe how shitty this mission had gone already. He'd arrived in Beijing three days ago and was greeted by his asset inside the organization of drug and arms smugglers he was supposed to infiltrate. It was supposed to be a quick mission. Pretend to be a buyer, meet the big boss, find the stashed guns and drugs, destroy everything and make sure the boss went down with it. Easy enough and something he'd done on numerous occasions. Granted, on all the other occasions Natasha had been there and she'd done the infiltrating since she could slip into a scrap of cloth that somehow passed as a dress and no one would question her. It was amazing to see her simply walk up to the biggest and baddest bosses in the world and turn them into mush with a simple smile. He couldn't really do that. And this mission proved that.

Han Nutian was supposed to be an easy assignment though. He was big and he was bad but apparently he was also a little stupid. Unfortunately for Clint, his men weren't. They knew the faces of just about every American assassin or agent out there. He wouldn't be surprised if they even had Natasha's face on a tack board somewhere. Clint hadn't even made it passed the front gate with his asset before he was being shot at. How his asset didn't know that Nutian's men were expecting him was something he would never know since that asset was now dead. Great first day on the mission. He had thought he could salvage the mission somehow on his own, without needing to call Fury and let him know just how bad the first day had gone. He was wrong. Again.

Day two and he was trying to follow the trucks and vans carrying Nutian's products through the confusing streets of Beijing. That was a failure. The drivers were skilled and knew the streets here better than he did. A lot better. He could keep up with the trucks for about a mile or two before they disappeared into the chaos that was Beijing. It was hard for him to finally put in a call to Fury. And Fury hadn't even been available. He figured that was a sign that maybe, just maybe this mission wasn't a complete bust just yet. He could save this and tell Fury he called to let him know things were going as planned. And then Nutian decided it was time to move. He packed all of his men and his furniture up overnight and was gone the next morning.

That was how Clint, who never touched alcohol, ended up in a bar with some Chinese woman he didn't even know, completely wasted. He'd lost track of how many shots he'd had and to be quite honest he didn't care. Fury had been pissed of course when Clint finally got through to him and he'd ordered the archer to stay put and wait for further instructions. By that, Clint knew he meant wait for backup and try not to die before it could get to him. He hoped they were sending him Natasha. She would figure this mess out and be able to get much closer to Nutian than Clint could ever dream. He didn't think they would have her listed as an American agent since according to the Russians, she was technically dead. That had been a shocker to hear from Fury before he left on this mission.

He knew Natasha had gone back to Russia because for some unknown reason the KGB wanted to see her. S.H.I.E.L.D didn't have her officially listed as an agent because they knew the KGB would still be watching her after she abandoned them. They wouldn't hesitate to send someone to kill her if they knew she was now an American agent. Russians didn't take kindly to betrayal. At all. And that was why Clint had been nervous about Natasha heading back to Russia where her past could come back to haunt her. He's saved her from that once, he wasn't sure he could do it again. Fury told him that the KGB officially marked her down as KIA three days before he left for Beijing. He assured Clint it was a false report since Natasha had been in contact with him hours before and said the announcement would be going out. Apparently the KGB didn't want to let the whole world know that one of their agents had gone rogue and they couldn't take care of her. In his opinion, it only made their jobs a whole lot easier if everyone thought she was dead. Which was the only reason he would be okay letting her go into Nutian's place alone if it was her Fury sent for him.

He slammed his glass back down on the bar, letting out a heavy sigh and wincing as the tequila burned down his throat. The fact that the tequila actually felt kind of good going down his throat was probably a bad sign but he really didn't care anymore. The tequila was keeping the nerves at bay and helping him forget the shit that had gone down these past couple of days. He really didn't feel like thinking about any of that which was why he had taken to drinking tonight. He hadn't touched alcohol since his twenty-first birthday and even then he'd only had about two beers and then he'd been done. He hadn't ever felt the desire to drink any more than that even though he knew Natasha enjoyed a drink here and there during their missions. She said it was because she was Russian; she could handle her alcohol better than he could. Better than anyone as far as he knew. She'd drank more than one S.H.I.E.L.D agent under the table.

He glanced to the girl next to him, the one he couldn't even remember meeting. She had found him, he knew that much, but he also knew that he should probably be heading back to his room right now since Fury's backup would be arriving soon. At least, that's what he had been told. Hopefully it was the truth. He didn't think he could handle this much longer without some kind of help. He sighed, motioning for another drink and ignored the way the girl was inching closer and closer to him, her hand now resting on his thigh. He was pretty used to women coming onto him but that never made him like it any more. After all, if it meant people didn't bother him or look too closely then he could handle a few stray hands and lingering eyes. It was the easiest way to get what he wanted or needed when on a mission.

This little Chinese girl was not any different from the others so far and he wasn't sure if that was annoying or helpful. At least it kept him from looking completely out of place here. The men around him were all accompanied by women who were fawning over them and giggling, hands all over the place. It was a normal scene in a hotel bar like this one since most of the guests were rich and powerful men. And rich and powerful men always liked the company of beautiful young women. It was like a law of nature or something it seemed. If you had money then the women all flocked to you. Well, he didn't need money to keep the women next to him at least. Just one very nice suit and a handsome face. He smirked; Natasha gave him crap all the time because he was so confident in his ability to keep the women next to him. He was no match for her though. Men practically drooled when they saw her in those tiny little dresses.

As if on cue, he heard the clicking of heels growing closer and closer to him. He didn't have to turn around to know Natasha was coming toward him and he also didn't have to glance around at the men in the bar to know they were all staring at her. He heard a husky laugh he recognized all too well and waited as she drew even closer. The smell of vanilla and that sweet, subtle scent that always accompanied his partner wafted around him and he smiled a bit. He felt a little better already having her here, but that could very well be the alcohol. He doesn't turn in his seat as she draws even closer, instead he motions for another drink and downs it as she finally slides into the seat next to him.

He glances toward her and almost chokes on the newest shot of tequila the bartender has placed in front of him. He's seen her in small dresses before and he's even seen her in nothing but underwear but this dress was almost worse than that. It left little to the imagination to say the least. The material was charcoal in color and hugged her skin from her shoulders to about one fourth of the way down her thighs. Every curve in her body was highlighted in that dress and the heels on her feet were well over five inches and made her leg muscles flex and draw even more eyes to her body. At least S.H.I.E.L.D sent the best they could offer when he sent his S.O.S out. S.H.I.E.L.D never let him down when he really needed it.

She motioned for a drink, a smile gracing her lips as she flirted without even having to say a word, "Un, s'il vous plait."

He frowned, French? They were in China still right? He hadn't somehow traveled to another country without even realizing it, right? That would just be too insane and he was ninety percent sure he wasn't drunk enough to forget something like that. He turned in his seat slightly, the Chinese girl forgotten now as his partner took up residence beside him. They hadn't been on an op together in over two months, which was more than a little strange for the duo since usually they were put together on every single op. Fury said they were too dependent on one another, Clint thought he was just worried about what would happen if he ever went rogue again. Clint really couldn't blame Fury for that. They did need to learn how to deal with things by themselves. They were too comfortable, able to slip into the ease of protecting one another without even blinking. Watching Natasha's back was like breathing to him and he knew he didn't have to worry if she was around. That was a weakness.

Natasha turned to him then, a flirty little smile on her scarlet lips which were only a few shades darker than her hair, "Bonjour, beau."

He smiled, raising his glass and downing it, "Bonjour. Eh, Anglais?"

She giggled, effectively drawing the attention of a few men and nodded, "Oui, some."

He winked, "What is your name?"

"Anastasia Bellanger. And you are?" He had to admit, Natasha could pull off a French accent fit to fool anyone. Even a native from France would not be able to tell her accent was a fake. Too bad he'd too much to drink and his own accent was sounding less like he was from Germany and more like he was from Romania. This was why he did not drink because he was crap when he was wasted.

Natasha extended her hand to him and he placed a kiss on her knuckles, "Christof Ackerman."

She smiled demurely, all sly flirting and lustful gazes. He would never understand how easily she could slip into this personality almost without blinking. He had to really study his alias and practice a bit before he went out into the field. Natasha was trained to be the best though and she was proud to hold that title over his head whenever they went out on missions and he screwed up. Budapest was one example of his screw ups. He shook his head and turned his attention back to his partner who was practically in his lap now. She leaned forward, her breath brushing his ear as she whispered, "Perhaps we should move to your room now? You've got someone watching you at your six. Tall, blonde, black suit."

He glanced to the mirrored bar wall and notice who she's speaking about. He's definitely not like the rest of the men in this place who are letting the women drape themselves over their laps. He is completely alone, his eyes darting around the room periodically before resting once more on the duo. Clint gave a curt nod, "That would be wise I think."

Natasha let out a little laugh, the sound turning even more heads, before standing and brushing her hand across his back. He stood, leaving money on the bar, and followed her toward the elevator. The man in the black suit stood and followed him from the bar. Clint worked to keep his feet steady beneath him but if Natasha didn't have her hand in the crook of his elbow he would have fallen already. He would never drink again, that was for sure. Natasha was moving quicker now that the elevator was growing closer without making it look like she was in any kind of rush. Passerby probably just saw two tipsy people laughing and being obnoxious as they made their way to the elevators.

To the man though, they were his targets. Clint didn't know if Natasha had been found out yet or not but he was one hundred percent sure the man knew who he was. He'd had to kill more than one of Nutian's men on his way back here tonight, his face was probably plastered all over the bastard's mansion by now for his men to memorize. They reached the elevator and Natasha pushed the up arrow, hanging onto him while also holding him up as she continued to watch their tail without being completely obvious. The elevator dinged and they stepped inside. The man stepped in as well and Clint cursed inwardly. So much for Natasha starting out quietly. The doors slid shut.

The man turned when the doors were fully closed, gun in his hand. He grabbed Natasha's arm and yanked her against his chest, gun pointed at her head, "My employer would like a word with you."

Clint very nearly rolled his eyes. You didn't just grab Natasha Romanoff and get away with it without a few major injuries and plenty of broken bones. This guy was seriously asking for it. Clint kept the smirk from his face somehow though and gave a small shrug, feeling a little more clear-headed given the adrenaline rushing through his veins. A good fight always got his blood pumping, "You mean Han Nutian? I was under the impression he wanted me dead, not a civilized chat."

The man narrowed his eyes, shoving the gun more firmly against the underside of Natasha's jaw. Clint could almost see the annoyance in her eyes as he jostled her a bit, "He's changed his mind. Come with me quietly or I'll kill this girl."

Clint gave another shrug and waved off the man's threats, "Go for it. I only just met her at the bar; she doesn't mean anything to me except a good distraction."

That threw the man for a loop. Apparently Natasha's picture wasn't posted in Nutian's mansion or he would have seen the ass-kicking Natasha handed to him two seconds later. She slammed her head into his face, grabbing his wrist and twisting it until the gun fell from his hand and slamming her knee into his gut. He fell to his knees, gasping and looking more than a little shocked while Clint shook his head and crouched down in front of him, "What was that about killing her again?"

Natasha chuckled and slammed the gun into the man's forehead. He crumpled to the ground unconscious and Natasha turned to Clint, "You know, sometimes your ability to write me off as some cheap thing scares me. One of these days someone is going to take your word for it and shoot me."

Clint smirked, "Like you would let them."

Natasha smirked, "True. But the point is still valid."

Okay! So hopefully this wasn't too terrible :/ I'm still trying to get a feel for the dynamics between Clint and Natasha so if something is off just shoot me a review and set me straight ^_^ Hope you enjoyed!