Well, here it is. My very first Clintasha fic. I want to thank everyone for the warm welcome in this Bar! I'm So Excited!!! *composes self* Well what are you waiting for? I know you're not reading this because of me.

Title: Rio
Author: lifepartner96
Pairing: Clintasha :D
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None that I can think of, just hotness :) (hopefully, tehehe)
Summary: Rio de Janeiro had been full of life
Author's Note: My inspiration did come from Santana ft Char Kroger's "Into the Night". I would recommend listening to it once you hit the "Flashback" if you would like to see where my mind went. Tehehe.



"Rio"

Sleep was not a reliable ally when it came to her restless body. A thin coating of sweat covered her flesh and the sheets lay crinkled underneath her from the tossing and turning. Darkness lingered around her, but did not open its once welcoming arms. She was alone with the devil. At least her own devil of subconscious.

Was this feeling due to the previous events that ended not 48 hours ago?

"Natasha, Barton's been compromised." Phil's voice continued to echo within her head as she stared up at the white hotel room ceiling. Her head had been nothing but cluttered since they drove away. Away from the other "Avengers". Away from the port Thor used to take Loki home. Loki. That name alone sent unwanted chills through her body.

"You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers." It was like that man had reached into her head and scrambled her brain; releasing memories off in every direction possible.

"Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?"

A red ledger.

It was her past, present and future. A debit needed to be paid. When the time came it would be acknowledged, but that time has not fallen into her hands yet. Only one person truly knew of her past. One person that knew the affects it had on her now, and yet still looks through the crimson paths.

Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call."

« ˜Flashback˜ »

Rio de Janeiro had been full of life. Streets were blocked off for some festive Carnival that was in full bloom. It was definitely one area that she was making sure not to be visible in. Each step took her away from the festival as well as the noise. Although the festival was not her forte, she could not help but smile at a trio of children that raced one another to the main Town Square.

Her feet took her down different paths and alleys with no exact destination in mind. The darkness of the alley welcomed her with open arms that she allowed to engulf her body, like a warm blanket. New children's laughter was the first sound to catch her attention while she neared the mouth of the alley. Music and clapping soon followed, filling through the night sky.

Knowing that this noise was not from the main Carnival itself drew out her curiousity. Slowly she inched herself from the darkness. Down the block from where she stood, a family had a blocked off section to themselves. Multicolored paper lanterns hung from Balcony rails and other lanterns had been strung to any solid object that was within reach. Small patio tables were pulled away from the buildings and sitting in the street. A small portion of these tables were already being used and the rest remained empty. Men and women of all ages were dancing to a small band that supplied the said music.

Unnoticed, she slowly slipped into an empty chair.

If someone was not dancing they were passing around food to everyone within the vicinity. Laughter and chatter blended warmingly with the instrumental music. Elegance and extravagance vibrated from everyone that danced in circles around a fountain that seemed to be the center of attention. Her eyes darted from different dances of the Samba, Lundu, the Polka, and the Maxixe.

"This style of Samba found here in Rio is called the Batucada. It would be referring to the dance and music being based on percussion instruments." Without a doubt, the unexpected voice to her left made her jump within the metal chair.

"Ah, yes. A rhythmic necessity that allows you to sing, to dance, and to parade at the same time." She recovered as she willed her beating heart to slow down. Yet when her eyes lingered on the man next to her it only continued to beat harder and her mouth grew dry.

The white button up he wore had only a few buttons done up, leaving her with a view of his upper chest as well as his belly button. Something buried deep within her wanted to reach forward, grab onto the numerous necklaces he wore and pull him against her body. A sideways grin played across his lips, revealing that he knew she had been staring. "Shall we?"

An eyebrow instantly rised. She could only study the hand that was held out in front of her. What was this man trying to imply?

"I only ask for a dance." His voice sent chills down her spine. How could she resist the urge?

Remaining silent, she reached for his outstretched hand as the band stared a new song. With ease, he lead her towards the others that were starting the new dance. Couples danced seemingly casually at first, the obvious novices remaining on the edge of the pavement.

She turned and slides into his arms. He lead the first step, as if this was something he had done numerous of times. His right arm goes around her waist while his left arm is up and holds her right hand. They step together and their movements were fluid. Each step and spin were as if a puzzle was slowly coming together as they learned the rhythm of one another's body. Bodies that move closer together until she knew he felt her thighs pressed against his.

Her head finds its way to his shoulder and they spin, first slowly and then quickly. Fast. A space clears as they move toward the center of the floor. She only followed his lead, never missing a step. Each time she turns, she smiled seductively and brushed up against his firm body.

*~*

The feeling of warmth playing on her face pulled her from her content slumber. With a soft groan of protest, she felt her body begin to wake up on her. Opening her eyes she took in the bedroom that greeted her vision. However, it is was the soft snoring next to her which brought her back to reality. Lifting herself into a sitting postion, she glanced over her left shoulder to see a man's sleeping form snuggled into one of the pillows.

Before she could stop it, a smile spread across her lips as she remembered what had happened between the two of them the night before.

She gripped his biceps with her nails as he slammed her back into the wall. His muscles flex as she made quick work of the white shirt he had been wearing, ripping the buttons off with a simple tug. Hungry mouths fought one another for dominance before he wrapped her legs around his waist. Swiftly he pushed them away from the wall and moved their actions to the bed.

Stealing a glance at the room she noticed the said white shirt and the black vest he had worn in a pile by the wall. It was still early for anyone to be awake. Sunrise in the morning was about an hour later then normal for herself but at the moment she did not care. Reaching over the edge of the bed she grabbed hold of the dress she choose for the previous night.

Being careful not to wake him, she climbed out of bed and pulled the dress back on. With one last glance at the man who had stole her heart for the evening she quietly left the room. Carefully stepping over a closed manila folder, that rested right in front of the closed door, she pulled the door open. Curiosity would have gotten the best of her, but not knowing this man's sleeping schedule she decided to leave it be.

She left everything. A man, who's name she did not know, and a folder that contained evidence that he was not just there on vacation. A man that was on a mission. A mission hidden within a manila folder that contained a name that would have been very familiar to her. A name that would bring to two of them back together in the future.