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Rating: PG-13
Warning: Beware of the kiss – blink and you might miss it. ;)

Author’s note: This story was inspired by this lovely picture and has been sitting on my hard drive for a while now, because I just don’t know how to continue. All I know is that I do not want to turn this into PWP and would like a happy ending for our two assassins, but other than that I have no idea where to go with this. Therefore thoughts, comments and constructive criticism are very welcome. :)

Natasha slammed to door shut behind her. The mission had been a disaster and she felt the need to hit something. But instead of finding the peace and quiet she needed right now the door was opened again. Usually Clint knew better when to leave her alone. The man apparently had no regard for his own life.

“Nat.” The sound of her name sent shivers down her spine. Her instincts told her to run, but she could not allow herself that luxury. It was already affecting their missions and even now Hawkeye apparently did not know when to stop. Was it not enough that he had blown their cover? She had to stop him, before it would affect their partnership even further. Ignoring the flutter in her stomach she turned around to face him. “What?” she spat back just before she found herself captured by his eyes.

Clint was leaning against the wall and simply just looked at her. There was no denying now, something had changed since Loki. At first Natasha had tried to push the thought away. For month she had forced herself to ignore it. After all she is one of the most deadly assassins in the whole world. She had simply refused to let this – whatever it was – beat her. She was Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, she was stronger than this. She wouldn’t let the Asgardian win. After all she had faced many desperate situations and had always managed to walk away more or less alive. She could handle this.

At least that was what she had told herself. But if she was honest with herself she had to admit that she had been compromised long before Loki. The Mischiefmaker had simply expedited the inevitable. Now, here in this very room, was where the final battle would take place and whereas he had come heavily armed Natasha found herself without ammunition. She was no fool; she knew when she was loosing. Soon the Black Widow would find herself beaten in her own game and all it took him was one look.

Natasha swallowed, while the light flutter in her stomach settled lower in her body and turned into something else. She wanted him, needed him right here, right now. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if it was even legal for a man to do this to a woman with just one look.
“Have you not caused enough trouble for today? Go bother someone else” she knew it was a weak blow, but she wouldn’t give in without a fight. If she went down she would do so kicking and screaming. But he did not even grace her with a response he simply kept staring at her.

She felt her defences crumble and knew she had to act fast if she wanted to find a way out of this. “Please, just go.” It came out as a breathless whisper and she hated just how desperate it sounded. “No”, he simply answered and pushed himself away from the wall. “I’m tired of playing hide and seek, Nat.” As he came closer Natasha wanted to run, but his gaze had her routed to the spot. “Clint, this is…” A stupid idea. Something I want. She was at a loss for words and he would not give her the chance to find them again. “Shut up, Nat”, he said while he put a hand under her chin. His thumb brushed across her slightly parted lips and was soon followed by his own. Natasha gave in and closed her eyes. It was gentle, nothing like she had thought it would be, and ended all too soon. The assassin opened her eyes again.