Just A Short Clintasha One Shot

Fiery redhead

I walked up and sat at the counter. a fiery redhead walked in front of me. "What can I get ya" she asked, with a thick American accent. "Cheesy fries with bacon", I replied. She nodded and walked over to the window and shouted, "cheesy fries with bacon". She then walked over to another customer. Not forgetting to wink as she walked by. I smiled. Sure she was pretty, but now really is not the time for that. I was on the lookout for an Italian spy by the name of 'Tony franandias' (I know the name is stupid just roll with it) He was a short, fat man, with brown eyes and black hair. Practically everyone was looking for him. I don't know why they sent me though. It seems like it would be an easy job. Well they did say the contest was one of the greatest agents on the planet. 'The black widow'. I was snapped out of thought when the girl with the fiery hair placed my order in front of me. "thanks" I said. She just winked again. "What's the name?" She asked. "Tom Stevington", I lied. "Well mines Natasha", she smiled. "But that's not what I was asking, Clint..." I was shocked. how did she know my name? "... what's the targets name?" She finished. I smiled. It must be the black widow... no use trying to lie to her. "franandias" I said. She just nodded. "Guess it's a race then", she said. "Guess it is" I said. "Nice glasses by the way", she said as she walked over to the table behind me. It was a camera. I sighed to myself and started eating my fries. When a guy who matched the description of Tony walked in. Then I felt a jab in my other shoulder. Everything blacked out. When I woke up Natasha was gone and so was Tony. That was the last I saw of the fiery redhead.