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Jealousy Doesnt Look Good on you, Barnes!

Edited | July 30, 2019

Natasha stalked Clint's room until he dropped from the vents onto his bed to relax. She slammed the door open, on a half naked Clint and nearly landed on him when she launched herself onto the bed next to him. He squealed and Natasha broke out in laughter for a while, before finally calming down.

When she did her eyes were watering badly. "What could you possibly need, Nat?" The archer asked and the look on his face brung on another round of laughing from he red headed spy. Clint groaned and put on a shirt Nat had gotten him for his birthday, a black shirt with her hourglass on it. When she saw it she nearly fell off the bed, doubled over with laughter. He caught her before she did and she slowly calmed down again.

Clint made sure not to trigger the laughter again. "Well!"

"Sorry. I am bored and wanted to do something with my best friend. Is that alright." Clint visibly stiffened which made Nat snicker.

"Where is your boyfriend?" She started to laugh again. She found it funny that pretty much everyone in the tower found James scary, when all she saw was a big teddy bear. When her side started to hurt from laughing she forced her self to calm down, which resounded in a strangled laugh emanating from her mouth. Now they were both laughing on the bed, almost hysterically.

Finally when a voice cleared itself in the doorway, Clint jumped a foot off the bed, face red, as he scrambled away from Natasha, who was laughing even harder, if that was possible. "Barton."

"B-barnes," he stuttered and Natasha was having problems breathing at the moment. The brunette and blond both looked at her with concern as she held her side, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her face redder than a tomato.

"Nat?" They said in sync. She held up a finger.

"I....am....okay," she wheezed and got up, heading into Clint's bathroom to fully calm herself down. Her cheeks hurt as she tossed cold water onto her face, making sure to lock the door tight. She heard a knock and her name and decided to use the vents, or attempt to, to try and freak both of the two out. She left the water running and silently removed the grate before climbing into the vent silently, and then replacing the grate. She had a plan to make her lover jealous, simply because she was bored, and that's what she felt like doing. She didn't actually have any ideas on what to do with the vents so she simply noted how large they were and dropped soundlessly into the bathroom, taking one of Clint's shirts that was (hopefully) clean, and lying in the small cabinet. It had his trademark arrow on it and reached mid thigh on her. She already had on some short shorts, so it looked like she hadn't had anything on underneath. She put some water on her shirt as an excuse to be wearing the other shirt and turned off the sink.

She unlocked the door and the reactions of James and Clint were priceless. It made her want to laugh again, although she restricted herself. Clint has an expression that was scared out of his wits as he looked over at the Solider cautiously. "I have some where to go, bye Nat!" He said.

"But I wanted to do something with you!" She whined at him and he sighed.

The Solider however was frowning deeply, irritation sort of showing through. "What are you wearing?" he asked her and she lost it, bursting out in laughter again at the comment.

"M-my shirt got w-wet, so I had to b-borrow Clint's," she informed him shakily through her laughter. "Hope you don't m-mind, Clint!"

"No I don't." The archer was aware this was risky but he caught onto her motives. "How does lunch sound?"

She nodded. "Great. Formal or casual?" She was making it sound like a date.

"Casual. Maybe we can watch a movie later?"

"It's a date," Nat winked and walked off. "Pick me up in ten?" It was close to one in the afternoon, so it was pretty good timing.

"Yup!" The blonde was aware of the cold steely stare he and Natasha were receiving from the super soldier, but he didn't mind. He wanted to do something with Nat anyways.

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Later after lunch, they came back laughing and elbowing each other. Natasha pulled him along to her room and invited him in. "We can watch something in here," she almost purred. He nodded and averted his eyes as she slipped on his shirt again and the same shorts. He was used to things like that anyways. From missions.

Clint picked a movie and they sat on the bed together, Natasha curled up into Clint's side, his arm around her. Halfway into the movie and Natasha felt a presence. Not just any presence. His presence. She shuddered and whispered to Clint. "Vent. Above my bed. Run, now and you will get a head start."

He nodded. He was aware of the presence as well. He did what Nat told him as the Solider started to advance. He blew Nat a kiss and left quickly. Natasha left the movie going as she got up to meet him.

"Hey, baby."

"Don't try it. Why are you wearing his shirt?" Before she could say anything he had stripped it off and thrown it to the side.

"Hey! Now I'm cold."

"Don't lie, damn it. You keep it freezing in here." She shrugged.

"Worth a shot." His eyes narrowed at the comment and he pushed her back onto the bed. "You know love, jealousy doesn't look good on you." Her voice was husky. He had pre-shut the door and locked it, just in case.

"Your mine," he murmured, his eyes dark. She nodded as he pushed her back into her bed. Pleasant chills ran down her spine at his touch.

"Yours."

He hovered over her and stripped her of her shorts, discarding them onto the floor. She took off his shirt and moved it to the floor. He took his time unclipping her bra and looking over her chest.

"Don't be a tease, Barnes!" She snapped at him, her voice laced with pleasure and poorly disguised lust.

Just as he was about to respond, Clint came crashing through the vents and onto the floor, with an omph, the wind knocked out of him. Natasha snapped her bra back on and crossed the room for Clint's shirt again, trying to mask the frustration. James looked like he was about to murder Clint.

Once the archer regained his breath he looked around at the scene, the discarded clothing, Nat's ruffled hair and lust darkened eyes, looking hot and bothered. Barnes' death stare. He knew what he had interrupted. "Sorry! I went the wrong way." His cheeks were flushed with a bright red blush and Natasha frowned and mouthed 'Run.' He did as he was told, and climbed back into the vents quicker than lightning.