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Mr and Mrs Barton Part 16

Natasha:

After ditching the nearly destroyed minivan and stealing yet another vehicle, Clint gave voice to his plan. It's a stupid a plan.

"Nat, come on. I trust Phil with my life." He was trying to convince her that his plan wasn't a complete idiocy. It still was.

It doesn't matter what he was thinking, but going to a handler is one of the worst ideas he could possibly come up. "And that is what he'll take if you show up with an enemy agent." Clint really can be a child at the best times.

The looks on his face was resolute, and five years of marriage told her he could be stubborn when he wanted to be. "He won't." He touched his ear, and she's confused for a moment. "Hey, Phil. Meet me at the coffee shop." Then she isn't. She's pissed.

"You have a communicator???" She's been angry at him since she learned about him being married before. Natasha isn't about to touch on why that makes her so angry.

Might be because it's something he kept from her. Which is a bit hypocritical since hardly anything she's told him about her past is truth.

Or the biggest reason could be jealousy. Maybe.

"Yep." He looks smug when he answers her question, which just makes her all the more annoyed. He's like a puppy that just returned his owner their chewed up house shoe. It's like he's completely oblivious to how close he is to having something slid between his ribs.

"How do you know they aren't tracking you through that?!" Her voice is still low enough to be considered conversational, but the edge to it is as though she is yelling at him. And she is. How could he be so foolish.

"I know Phil." Clint's look is a little less smug now, but he's still not apologetic. "Anyway, they're a part of my hearing aids."

He wears hearing aids? How hadn't she noticed?

"You don't have to come with me to the meeting site." Clint tells her, but she can see the disappointment. He wants her to meet his handler.

She knows she's going to regret this. "Five minutes." His smile is back to radiant as he walks a down and across the street to a little coffee shop.

That was five minutes ago, and she had a choice to make.

A choice to go into the shop after him, or to take off and leave him behind.

It really isn't a choice in her mind.

Natasha finds herself pushing open the coffee shop door and looking to Clint waving his hands in the air as if explaining something that he can't quite keep all the way in, and a bland looking man in a suit sitting across from him. The slight bulging of his suit tells her he is carrying some kind of weapon.

The man in the suit notices her before Clint, but Clint is the one she walks up behind and places her hands on his shoulders. "Natasha Romanoff. You must be Phil Coulson?"

She is very much impressed when he doesn't flinch, even though she knows recognition shines in his eyes.

Clint:

"Wait." Clint held up a hand to Nat, not at all surprised that she had been able to sneak up on him from behind. "Natasha Romanoff? You're not a Black Widow, but The Black Widow?" Okay, he probably shouldn't be as surprised as he is, but he is. Nat removes her hands from his shoulders, and he can feel the loss.

She pulls up a chair from the neighboring table and smiles at Phil. "Does that change any of your plans, Coulson?"

"Absolutely not, Mrs. Barton." Phil unfolds a napkin without showing any of the emotions Clint knows must be going on underneath the surface. "You are still the wife of a Class 7 SHIELD Agent."