Winter's Widow

Chapter 69

Natasha's pov:

'Clint. My room. Now.'

'What do we have planned for today? >:)'

'I'll tell you when you get in here. Hurry up.'

The door opens and Clint steps in, shutting it quickly and totally inconspicuously behind him.

"We're going out, we're getting drunk, and we're not coming home 'till morning." I explain quickly.

"...Are you sure? Isn't that dangerous? And kinda dumb?" He arches an eyebrow.

"If we're careful, no. Who gives a shit what Steve or Tony says. Or Bucky." I say.

"...I care. What if they ground us again?" He says worriedly.

"One, we both know we can escape their defenses, we've done it so many times before. Two, the worst we'll get is a long rant from Steve about responsibility and patriotism." I furrow my eyebrows.

"...You're right. Let's get crunk." His eyes light up with determination.

"That's my partner." I half smile evilly.

He leaves the room to get on some proper clothes. It's only about 6 now, and we can't come home 'till 5:00. We've got time to burn. I throw on some ripped gray skinny jeans, a black widow shirt, my black leather jacket, some fingerless leather gloves, and my combat boots. I grab my trusty red switchblade and shove it in my pocket. I run a brush through my hair and put on some blood red lipstick. Convenient that I painted my nails red yesterday. Ready for a night on the town.

I step out of my room and wait for Clint.

A few minutes later, he steps out. He's in some Black skinny jeans, his signature purple hoodie, and some dark purple vans. Nice and simple.

"...Where are you two going?" I her Steve ask from behind us.

Me and Clint step into the elevator.

"Out." I respond simply as the doors close.

The elevator stops at the bottom floor, and we make our way to Clint's car. I hop in the passengers seat and Clint's pulls out and onto the street.

"This is gonna be fun." He winks at me.

"Yeah, it is." I smile back.

Let's just say, things got wild that night. Lots of drinking, lots of partying, and even a fight. It was awesome. Clint got into a fight with some big dude while they were both drunk as fuck. Clint didn't like how he was flirting with me even though I asked him to stop several times. After multiple times of denying him, he slapped me. Hard. I have a mark on my right cheek now. Clint fucking destroyed him. He has a nasty bruise on his jaw, but that's about it. We had fun. Even Clint said the fight was energizing. We stayed up all night having fun. After we were done partying, we went to McRonalds and got milkshakes. We had gotten a couple texts from the guys at the tower, but we ignored them all but one. I texted back Tony so that he knew we we're alive and fine. He did not respond too pleased.

It's almost 5. Time to go home. Me and Clint sneak up to our floor in hopes that we don't wake anyone. Just before me and Clint enter our rooms, Bucky's door swings open and he seems surprised to see us. He's dressed up in his Winter Soldier suit. Is he going on a mission?

His expression quickly goes from surprise to anger. He grabs us both by the collars on our shirts and throws us on the couch. Me and Clint bother know we're fucked. Bucky eyes the big bruise on Clint's jaw.

"What happened?" He asks in a raspy voice.

He looks at me for answers, but is filled with more rage when he sees the mark on my cheek.

"What the fuck happened?" He asks slowly, trying to control his rage.

"Hey, you'd better chill, I helped her." Clint throws up his arms in defense.

Bucky snaps his head to look at Clint.

"Well, there was this dude who was flirting with her, and he was being an asshole. He slapped her, and I was drunk, so I kicked his sorry ass." Clint explains lightly.

Bucky slowly turns his head to look at me. He narrows his eyes. I'm fucked.

"You two are lucky I have a mission today, or else you two'd be utterly fucked." Bucky crosses his arms.

"...We still don't regret it." I half smile.

"Oh I'm sure you will." He says blandly.

"I don't think so, serge." I smile playfully.

He gives me a look, then walks away in exasperation.

I high five Clint, and we both retreat to our rooms for the day for a long ass nap.