Under or Over: Hawkeye & Black Widow

CHAPTER #14

Natasha was bored. "I hate doing surveillance work," she complained. When her ear piece didn't respond she added, "I know you love this."

"Just be happy that you're not trapped on that metal air bucket," Clint finally replied.

"True, so instead I'm trapped on a little island and a speed boat.  That's not much better."

"Go for a swim, I'll pick you up if we need to leave.  You know I'll keep an eye on you."

She sighed, "all right.  Maybe I can catch something fresh for dinner. Those meal replacement bars are like chalk."

Clint chuckled, "you've been spoiled with all the fancy food we had in Ho Chi Minh city."  He heard her sigh and smiled.  "Enjoy the swim."

Ten minutes later he saw her swim out, she was wearing snorkelling gear. He saw her dive down close to the island, then surface and blow out the salt water. She was restless, because when there was nothing to focus on, that meant too much time to think and self reflect.  Her past weighed heavily on her mind and he wanted to help Romanoff, but if she wouldn't talk to him, there was little he could do. The sound of rotor blades in the air, directed his attention towards the island.  As the speck in the sky drew closer, Barton could see that a helicopter was flying straight for the island.  An idea grew in his mind.  If they disabled the helicopter from being able to fly, a boat would have to be used to leave.  Or even a boat would come to try and fix it.  He needed to get to that island without being seen. A well placed arrow splashed into the water in front of agent Romanoff and she looked up and toward him.  A hand signal and she began to swim quickly back.  By the time she returned, he was already down the rope and on the boat, pulling up the anchor.  He helped her on board.

"What's up?"

"Helicopter approaching the island.  You provide interference by boating near the island, get their attention.  I can swim in and disable it.  Then either a boat ride out or a boat in for repair will have to be used.  Judging from the time of day and how long that bird usually stays, the boat should come at night."

"Nice. Go down and get your gear on. Then tell me where to drop you," Natasha said eagerly.  Finally some action.  She stripped off her wet suit. She'd wear just her bikini, which was a blue colour.  Her tan made the blue stand out against her skin.  No man had ever been immune to her toned body.  Men stuck on an island, would be no exception. She'd pretend to sleep in the sun on top of the boat and accidentally drift close to the island.  When agent Barton came topside, Romanoff advised of her plan.

"That's perfect.  Just don't let them board the boat, we don't need you to become a hostage."

She raised her eyebrow at him and didn't have to say a word.  Clint retracted the warning and apologized for doubting her abilities. "I know you can handle yourself even if you are caught.  But Fury would be all over my ass if that happens."

"I'll keep myself and you out of trouble.  Ready to go?" Natasha smirked.

Barton nodded and told her where to drop him off. He had the underwater self propulsion unit with him for extra speed.  Once overboard and she saw him heading towards the island where the helicopter had landed, she set the go-fast boat on a heading near the tip of the island.  Then the waves would drift her close. She took off her top and lay down on the deck of the boat.  Sunglasses in place, she waited for someone to notice her.  It wasn't long before Romanoff could hear a call in Vietnamese. The man was shouting to his comrades to check out the topless woman on a boat.  She could hear him and his friends saying obscene things.  When she heard at least five different voices, she sat up and then looked around, as if confused.  Then she leaned over the edge of the boat, to check the anchor, which produced the reaction she expected. While she did so, the sun glasses allowed her to glance un-noticed toward the other shore. She could see agent Barton running for cover of the trees.  Agent Romanoff pretended to suddenly notice the men on shore. Standing up, she waived at them and they enthusiastically waived back.  One man whistled and she pretended to do a strip tease with her bikini bottoms.  They were almost totally down her bottom, when she saw Barton slip into the water and disappear. She blew her admirers a kiss, pulled up her bottoms, put on a t-shirt and waived.  Then starting the engine she drove the boat quickly away. Incase someone was watching with binoculars, she made sure to go around a far island. Before circling wide and coming back to the observation island.  She dropped anchor behind the island, as it was still too light out to manoeuvre it into its cave.  The men on shore would surely see the boat.