The Tower

The NDA

The morning Natasha left for her month-long mission, I woke tangled up with her with Clint spooning me from behind, his arm draped over the both of us. Natasha was trying to pull herself free from me.

"Natasha?" I whispered, as she finally pulled herself free and sat up.

She leaned down and kissed me. "Time for me to go. Stay in bed. Clint rarely sleeps and if you move he'll wake."

"You're just going to leave me here with him?" I asked. I'd never woken up with someone I didn't know at all and somehow the fact he was an Avenger didn't set my mind at ease.

Natasha chuckled and rubbed my leg getting up and raiding the drawer she had been keeping spare clothes in. "He's one of the best guys you'll ever meet. You have less to worry about with him than you do me." After she pulled on some jeans she came back over and sat down on the edge of the bed while she put on her bra and t-shirt. "Mishka, today Clint will ask you to go to the tower to sign some paperwork. It's a non-disclosure agreement. We've reached the point where if you talk it hurts us. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just something we do when things get serious."

I nodded feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement. I had no problem with signing an NDA. I was dating a spy. It made sense. It was the way she phrased it. It made me feel like there was something she wasn't telling me. "Yeah, okay," I said.

"After, Clint's going to tell you some things. Know that I want this. That I see this for you and us." She leaned down once more and kissed softly and tenderly. It was the most un Natasha Romanoff kiss I'd ever had and it both scared me and made me feel soft and warm.

"Nat?" I whispered as she pulled away.

"I have to go. I lo..." She stopped and shook her head. "I'll see you in about a month. Don't let Clint get away with anything."

I grabbed her hand as she stood and she squeezed my palm. "Be careful," I said.

She turned and smirked at me. "You know I can't promise that."

I curled back into Clint and fell back to sleep. It was a few hours later when I woke again. Clint was up, making coffee, still completely naked.

"Oh my god, Clint!" I yelped. He didn't react at all and I remembered that he's deaf and maybe he hadn't put his hearing aids in.

I searched around the bed for his boxers. When I found them I balled them up and threw them at his head. His hand went out reflexively and he caught them and turned laughing. "What's your problem?"

I paused, trying to remember the ASL I knew. Realized I didn't even know the word for dick and started spelling it out as I spoke. "Could do without waking up to a strange man's dick flopping about in my kitchen."

Clint broke down in laughter and stalked over to me. Not trying to cover himself at all. "No need to sign. I can read lips." He said leaning over me. "And I don't see what the big deal is. You had that in your mouth, just last night."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "You're the worst."

He laughed again. "One of them. Get up. We'll take a shower and go grab breakfast." He said. "My shout."

"You're presumptuous," I said, rolling out of bed.

"That's a yes though right?" He asked.

I turned to face him and nodded my head and he pulled me, so I was flush against him and kissed me hard. I started walking back towards my bathroom, Clint following still locked into our kiss. It felt slightly strange to be doing this when I was in a relationship with Natasha. I was fine with her seeing other people, but I'd never done anything but been monogamous. Even with this relationship with Natasha being what it was, I hadn't felt the need to find anything elsewhere.