The Russian

Chapter Eight: Walking on broken Glass

Clint and I swayed back and forth. His hands was above my waist and my arms hung around his neck. The great thing about Clint, is he never judges me. He has supported me ever since I got here. When me and Tash were getting to know each other, and did not trust one another, Clint brought us together. He was like my favorite (and only) Uncle that was also my best friend.

"What is going through that mind of yours Mika?" He asks. I sigh and hang my head.

"I want to leave, and get out o SHEILD." I say and look up at him. He looks confused. "As in finding somewhere else to live."

"Have you talked to Natasha?" I gave him the you think look. He shook his head. "You have to talk to her."

"I can't Стрела, You should have seen her face when Amira told her about how Steve took us out. She looked saddened and guilty. I never want to put her through that again."

"If you don't, it will damage your relationship. And I know that is not it. What is it Mika?" Clint pushes, he knew me too damn well.

"Tony tricked me into using my powers, and I ended up using them on Steve." I sigh, I feel his grip tighten in anger. Clint has always been protective of me. "He saw my past, what they would do before Amira." I whisper.

"How did he react?"

"Took me and Amira out to a park. We became friends, I think." I tell him. The song ends and most people clear the dance floor. The DJ asks for requests and Clint smirks.

"Shall we repeat that night once more?" I roll my eyes. When I was 15, I was trying to teach myself this dance I found on youtube. Clint found out and became my dance partner.

"I thought you never ask." We go to the center of the dance floor, and everyone backs away. I felt everyone eyes on us. Clint walks over to The DJ and tells him the song to play. He come back and faces me.

"Ready?"

"Let's do it, Barton." I say with a smirk and the song starts.

Due to the fact we were both so flexible, we could do it. I tossed my heals off and he tossed his jacket. I wrap my leg around his and lean forward. With every beat I push away, only to have him pull me back. He lifts me up and My legs swing around. I feel the emotion of the song. I always wanted to learn how to dance. Tash taught me a little but it reminded her too much of the red room.

I back bend as Clint holds my waist and swings me slightly. When he pulls me up, I push him down and stand above him. I use an imaginary rope to pull him up and down. He gets up and holds me tight, in an embrace. When the song ends, we are both facing each other and are sweating. Applause and whistles fill my ears.

"That took a lot more energy than I remember." He jokes.

"Yeah, it was almost three years ago." I snort. We walk back to the table and everyone is in awe. Thor, Tash and Fury sat back looking impressed.

"How did you learn how to do that?" Jane asks.

"The internet." Clint says. I chuckle and both Thor and Steve look confused. We sit down and our entree is in front of us. IT was pasta, with orange colored sauce and green herbs. Amira's was plain. As I eat, I watch everyone. Erik looked more uncomfortable then pleased, and Darcy kept staring at Steve with Lust. Jane leaned against a smiling Thor, who kept looking at her with love. Steve shifted in his seat from Darcy's gaze, and focused on Fury. Tash held Amira in her lap and rocked back and forth, and Maria just smiled at the picture.