I should also point out that there is what I feel to be time-appropriate misogynistic undertones in parts of this story but that doesn't mean that both Natasha and Maria aren't BAMF in their own right. I tried to make that abundantly clear in the storyline.

Title: New Rhythm

The joint was packed with people by the time Natasha made her first appearance. Even though the lights were low, she still sparkled. It nearly took Clint’s breath away every time he saw her. Look, don’t touch, he reminded himself each and every time they were this close. Just because he couldn’t have her (not that this dame was the sort of girl that could be had), didn’t mean that he didn’t want to try.

Across the dimly lit, smoky room, Clint could make out his contact. He sighed as he pretended he couldn’t see Maria Hill’s piercing glance. What was it with his life and the sort of dames that could clock him a good one without breaking a nail? He was surrounded by them. All of them were the Look, don’t touch sort. When this sting was over, he was going to get himself somewhere with a lot of sun and girls who wore very little as they served him pretty drinks with fruit wedged on the side of the glass.

“Hey, sailor.” The throaty voice coming from his right startled him enough that he nearly broke cover and pulled the tiny derringer from the pocket of his coat. It was only there for emergencies, Fury had reminded him as he’s put it safely in place. Everyone knew Clint couldn’t shoot his way out of a paper bag. Not with that sort of weapon. His hands already ached for his bow and arrows, not something that went well with this disguise.

The rest is at AO3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/891681)