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cookie dough

Clint's POV

I had plans to meet up with Nat at our favorite ice cream shop as a celebration of her hitting the tops ranks at S.H.I.E.L.D., where we both worked as trained master assassins. Natasha was my best friend and she rarely felt like she deserved anything and put herself down a lot, which was why I decided that today would be a day that revolves around her since she deserved it more than anyone. As I drove down the road I realized more than once that there was a red Mercedes that was following me. Paying no attention to it, except for the casual look in the rear view mirror, I made my way to the ice cream shop.

Natasha's POV

This had to be one of the best days ever. I just got promoted to co-head S.H.I.E.L.D. with my boss Nick Fury and on top of it all, he decided to give Clint and me a day off to celebrate the special occasion, which we will be doing at our favorite ice cream shop. Clint promised he'd do anything I'd ask him today so obviously, I came up with a little plan. I walked to the ice cream shop with the plans of the day circling in my mind. Well not really a plan, more like an idea. I'll make him try the cookie dough ice cream, my all time favorite flavor and the flavor he never once tried, yet hates the most. I chuckled to myself as I walked in, thinking of all the possible outcomes of the situation, and seated myself at a nearby table, waiting patiently for Clint to arrive.

A couple of minutes later, I saw my best friend walk through the door of the ice cream shop, looking over his shoulder every so often. "Clint!", I waved him over smiling, I hadn't seen him ever since my most recent mission in Russia, that I came back from a couple of days ago. He smiled, suddenly forgetting about whatever he was looking over his shoulder for, and sat in front of me. "What are you planning?", he asks, "you have that 'i have a plan' smile on", "what? I'm not planning anything!", I say, my grin growing as I lean back in my chair, "because I already have a plan so technically, I'm not planning", I continue. He couldn't help but crack a smile, "that's the same thing!", he protested, "nope!", I answered, raising from my seat, "now wait here, I have a surprise for you", I said, walking over to the ice cream display. There was a huge bucket of ice cream sitting on the counter with the writing 'to Clint from Nat' on the lid. I picked it up and walked over to him with a smirk, "surprise!", I said, placing the bucket in front of him, "isn't this your celebration party?", he asks, looking at the bucket of ice cream, more confused than ever, I sat in front of him still smiling, "yup that's why I got you this, now open it!". He sighed and shook his head in amusement and took the lid off, "ew Nat!!!", he practically screamed, seeing the bucket full of cookie dough ice cream. I laughed, "keep your voice down", I tell him, "I'm not eating this!", he says, pushing the bucket towards me, "nope you're gonna eat it", I say, pushing the ice cream back towards him, but he keeps fighting back. We push the bucket back in forth for a couple of minutes, while the employees look at us like we are insane, and maybe we are. "Clint stop being a little baby and eat it!", I say, practically throwing the bucket at him, "you said you'd do anything that I ask today", "damn you, Romanoff,, "he says, taking his spoon off of the table, "if I die, it's your fault", he tells me, grabbing a spoonful of ice cream, "I accept all murder charges", I answer, smiling. Right before taking his first bite, he gags, pushing the spoon away from him, "I can't, I can't do it!", "you can do it, Barton!", I cheer and stand up, "what are you doing?", he asks, setting his spoon down, but I ignore him and stand up on the table. "Barton! Barton! Barton!", I start cheering, enticing the small group of people in the shop to cheer with me, which they do. I look at Clint smiling, knowing he's either annoyed or embarrassed going by the look on his face. Under peer pressure, he picks up the spoon and takes a bite as the shop falls silent. "Hm, not that bad actually", he says, taking another bite of the ice cream as I burst out laughing, of course, he'd like it, Clint Barton eats anything. I sit back down, grabbing my spoon, and dig into the ice cream with him, talking about our lives and missions. We were having such a great time that we didn't realize the man sitting in the corner of the shop, ever since we got there, watching our every moves, in complete silence.

(to be continued)