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Clint & His Colleague Going Undercover As Strippers

SHIELD is known for dealing with any threat that affects humanity, whether minor or major. In this case, it's minor compared to the other incidents they've handled. They need to deal with a HYDRA member who is the key to infiltrating one of their hideouts. After gathering information about him, they discovered he's dangerous. He's always armed in case someone tries to arrest him. Because of that, they need to approach this carefully.

The man is almost never alone—always surrounded by other people—which makes arresting him even harder. After following him around, they discover the only time he's alone is when he's getting a lap dance at a gay strip club.

Knowing this is their only opportunity, they assign their best two agents to the case: Clint and Y/N. However, they can't just barge in and arrest him. So the two of them will have to work inside the club.

After discussing their roles, Clint settles on being a stripper, while Y/N becomes the bartender. After some time practicing their 'new' careers, they successfully get the jobs and prepare for the night they plan to arrest the HYDRA agent.

"How do I look?" Clint asks as he steps out of the changing room.

Y/N is already wearing his bartending outfit, which, while revealing, at least looks somewhat classy. Clint, however, isn't exactly classy. He's dressed in a cop-themed costume: a tight blue button-up, black booty shorts, and a hat.

"You look like you shrunk your pants."

"Be glad you aren't in my spot. I can feel my balls getting crushed..."

Clint frowns, though he quickly shifts into a cocky smile as he leans against the wall. He grabs his handcuffs from his belt. While disguised as the usual kinky cuffs, they work far better than normal ones. Alongside the cuffs, he also carries a taser and a gun—both appearing to be props. With one finger, he spins the cuffs around.

"Feel free to watch me."

Y/N smirks. "Fail?"

"I'm quite good, if I do say so myself." Clint replies, though there's a hint of doubt in his voice. "You'll be surprised how good I am."

"Why does it sound like you'd rather have me watch you than get the target?" Y/N asks.

"Alright then. Be warned. Don't want you getting distracted."

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And so, the night shift starts. Y/N is behind the bar, while Clint dances at a pole. Since they need to convince the target to have a private lap dance with Clint, they came up with an entire scenario that appears subtle. They get outside support from SHIELD, who are watching from outside and informing them if anything suspicious happens.

As they wait, Y/N does his job and serves the drinks. He's surprised by how many guys are flirting with him, even giving him tips. While he chats with the guests, he occasionally glances past the crowd to watch the pole dancers. One of them stands out—Clint. He definitely isn't lying about how good he is at pole dancing. He swings around, descends slowly, does splits, and performs many different moves. The bartender is a bit mesmerized by him.

The archer slows down to the ground with his legs split. Many men quickly give tips, slipping them into his back pockets. While doing this, Clint catches Y/N staring at him. A grin spreads across his face. Afterwards, he gives a quick wink before returning to his dancing. The SHIELD agent feels flustered by the action and quickly looks away.

"That smug mother—" Y/N mutters, knowing Clint will tease him later. That being said, he can't help but show a small smile.

Time passes. Both men receive tips left and right. Clint becomes quite popular among the patrons, surrounded by so many guys. Y/N almost forgets they are on a mission because of the flashy interior. Luckily, someone is there to remind him why they're here.