Trick or treat!

maybe an au...like an animal au where nat is/can morph into a black cat who decides she wants to leave fur on clint's clothes, or a vampire/vampire slayer!au....or something established relationship (or not) where they wear a couples costume.

“Remind me why I have to wear that stupid fedora again? It wrecks my sightlines.”

“Thirties, Clint. Think thirties.”

Natasha runs her eyes down her partner’s lean frame, congratulating herself once again on her choice of costume. The suspenders were a nice touch, resting on his pecs just so. And seriously, isn’t it time for high-waisted trousers to make a comeback?

“Also, just for the record, you look good in pinstripes.”

“That’s a matter of perspective, toots. I got over the whole dress-up thing when Carson made me wear that purple Tinkerbell outfit.”

“Did you just say ‘toots’? Way to get into the spirit. Gold star, Barton!”

She pulls her dress down a little in the front – more cleavage can't hurt, given they're headed to one of Carlo Gambini’s team-building events for his Mafiosi friends – and presses her lips together to ensure the red is evenly distributed. Judging by the sudden gleam in Clint’s eyes, he doesn’t seem to mind her costume anywhere near as much as his own.

She takes the three or four steps towards him with a little extra sway in her hips, hooks her index fingers under his suspenders, and pulls him close. Mouth half open, she presses her lips on his cheek, leaving a nicely defined mark. They are, after all, supposed to be a famously obsessed couple.

His hands make a quick grab for her, but Natasha steps out of reach, allowing the suspenders to snap back against his chest.

“Ouch. What was that for?”

“To keep your mind on the job, Barton. Fun is for after. Provided you deserve it.”

He gives a small growl of appreciation, pulls the fedora down over his head and puts his game face on.

Natasha turns to look at their reflection in the large, silvered mirror. (Given the amount of business it creates for SHIELD, Las Vegas has always had the best safe houses.) They really do look good together, she decides. Ending the SouthWest's most notorious crime family on All Hallow's Eve has unexpected side benefits.

Apparently, Clint agrees. He runs his eyes appreciatively over her gangster-moll curls and curve-hugging dress.

“Gotta say, that whole Bonnie and Clyde idea? Genius.”

He allows her to step through the door first, holding it for her like a true gentleman of the last century.

“We don’t even have to hide the guns.”







Edited 2015-10-31 01:34 pm (UTC)

*HAPPY CLAPPING*

“We don’t even have to hide the guns.” HA! Perfect costuming indeed :D