Love Is For Children ~Hawkeye & Black Widow (Part One & Two)

The Truth

Sorry everyone! Deadlines have been crazy but I'm using this fine evening to try my best to catch up ha-ha! :)

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Clint was in deep, deep, deep, deep hot shit.

"Hi Miss Natalie! You are looking very beautiful! So nice to see you two still so happy"! Gehan beamed at Natasha and Clint, blissfully unaware of how hard Clint's heart was beating. Natasha stood agape at the tan skinned man who she had never seen before. Clint was breaking out into sweat and feeling like he was about to throw up - he had to try and turn this around somehow.

"Sorry, but do I know you"? Natasha asked the man, smiling politely as she suppressed a giggle at his giant - almost fake looking - moustache. Clint found himself struggling to make a sound as seconds passed by, Gehan suddenly looked as confused as Natasha first did.

"It's me, Gehan! I'm the best cab driver in Morocco, remember Morocco"? Gehan laughed nervously, before straightening out the collar on his cliché vacation shirt. Natasha stared at Gehan with her lips parted to express her further confusion, she looked at Clint and in surprise found him staring at the floor with sweat coming through on his brow line, the fear evident on his face instantly churned something in her chest, spurring her to go agent mode.

"Oh yes, yes! Sorry, I didn't recognise you err... Gehan" Natasha smiled widely before resting a palm lightly on Gehan's arm. Clint allowed himself to breathe, but his heart was still pounding in his head, knowing that Natasha was pretending and once Gehan was gone he'd have a billion questions to answer to and he didn't know if he could bear lying to Natasha again.

"It's a small world! I go now Miss Natalie and Clent, but very nice seeing you again! Have good vacation, and phone me if you come back to Morocco" Gehan bowed a tad before waving eagerly as he left the store, allowing silence to fall over over Clint and Natasha. After Gehan left the store, within a split second Clint was moving toward novelty glasses, hoping to divert the questions that he knew Natasha would want to pursue.

"I think we should get these glasses, they make me feel like Lady Gaga" Clint chuckled while sporting an over-sized pair of steak shaped sunglasses.

"Cut the crap, Barton. Who the hell was that"? Natasha's tone was strict but still reflected some sense of worriment for why Clint had seemed so troubled.

"He was some guy we met on a mission in Morocco, no big deal" Clint grinned before putting on a British flag covered hat. "Does this hat make me look fat"? Clint posed slightly in the aisle, hoping to receive a laugh from Nat and distract her from her questions.

"Somehow that doesn't add up. I've gone over every mission we did, the location and who with, and there was never any evidence or mention of you, me and Morocco, and yes, the hat makes your head look really fat" Natasha rolled her eyes, but her tone was starting to come across a little sharper than before.

"So the hat is a no" Clint smirked before turning away, deciding to keep walking through the almost empty aisles of the merch store. "You want a shirt with a British bull dog on it? They're pretty cute, I mean they get saliva everywhere, but they're pretty cute still" Clint held up one of the shirts, still wearing the steak glasses - words could not describe how nervous Clint was feeling. Natasha edged closer to Clint, so close in fact that Clint could smell the cherry lip balm on her lips. "It's going to look like we're stealing, Nat" Clint chuckled, but regretted it as he heard the sound of nervousness laced within his own laugh.