After what was probably the longest mission and the most tedious debriefing of their lives Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill were finally free of their Shield duties for the night... that was unless things changed and they were called back in.
Maria’s chocolate brown hues passed to the redhead sat next to her on the bench in the empty locker room. “Got any plans tonight?”
Natasha’s hues lifted from the boot laces she had been untying but only for a moment. “Not really.” She admitted. “I’ll probably stop and get a pizza before going back to Avenger tower.. have dinner with Clint.”
“Well I was thinking we could go out, get a drink, meet a few guys... break a few hearts...”
“It was a long day.” Natasha protests before returning to picking at her laces.
“It will get your mind off the mission..” The darker haired woman shrugged. “Are you in?”
“I’m not interested in meeting anymore guys, I have to babysit enough of them as it is. Besides we’re on call tonight.” She states before tugging her boots off and setting them in the bottom of her locker.
“It’s not like you have to date any of them, just dance with them, and point the attractive ones my direction. We deserve a night off. Besides, what are the odds we even get called in tonight?” Quiet contemplation filled the air as Natasha considered their options for a brief moment.
“I’ll buy the first round.” Maria bribes with a sweet smile that makes the other woman groan out. Even though, a smile of her own wasn’t hidden as her green hues passed to a black mini dress that hung just above her boots. “Fine, but only because I have a dress on hand.” Natasha agreed before pulling it out of her locker and Maria did the same and pulled out a glittery navy blue dress from her own locker.
They both slipped out of their uniforms and got redressed, Maria helped Natasha do her hair and Natasha gave Maria some of her most alluring makeup tips. They laughed and joked and rubbed shoulders up until they had finished getting ready. By the end of the hour both women looked flawless.
They ended up taking a cab to one of the classier clubs in New York City and enjoyed mingling with the younger generation of the elites. They danced, they drank, and they laughed. Maria seemed to enjoy basking in the males attention. Natasha, however, seemed to avoid it unless she could squeeze a free drink out of a willing donor and maybe even a casual dance. Eventually the girls met up at the bar top to order another round. Both women were a little tipsy as they freely laughing at a story Maria was telling about her last wanna be suitor when her phone rang. She held up a hand and quieted the conversation before answering. Meanwhile Natasha waved over the bartender to order two more shots.
“Hello?” Maria asked with a giggly tone.
“I need you to come in.” The man on the other line addressed and Maria giggled again.
“Can’t. I’m drunk.” She stated simply.
There was a sigh and then a click before Fury dropped the line and Natasha’s phone range. She picked up imminently, “I am also drunk.” Natasha greets her boss only to hear a sigh come from the other end of her phone as well. “You both realize you’re on call right.” He reprimands though it hardly holds a note of disapproval.
“Not tonight we’re not!” Maria calls over Natasha’s shoulder and into the phone. Natasha shouldn’t snicker but she does and she coughs to cover it up. “We took the night off Nick.” She concludes in a more diplomatic fashion.
“Well do me a favor and let me know next time.” He snarks back and she’s pretty sure she could hear Fury rolling his eyes, correction, eye.
“Is Clint with you?” He suddenly asks.
“Um.. nope.” Nat lips pop at the end of the word and there’s another sigh from her boss, maybe a sigh of relief. Either way Fury sounds like an exhausted father by this point.
“Good. Get home safe, Natasha, and take a taxi.” He instructs before abruptly hanging up. “Yes, s- he hung up.” Natasha pouts to the other agent who’s grinning from ear to ear. “You realize you just threw Clint under the bus right? Fury is going to call him next.” She asked and Natasha shrugged.
“What are partners for?” She uttered ruthlessly with a grin before taking the shot she had ordered and Maria laughed. “Careful, Natasha. Your Russian roots are showing.”
“Pish, and your American roots were showing on the dance floor but I didn’t say anything.” She notes in return only for Hill to slap her arm playfully. “As far as Clint goes, I know that Nick has trackers in our work phones. He wouldn’t have taken him long to figure out Clint’s location even if I had lied.”
“Okay, now that is true.” Maria nodded before picking up a shot that had been delivered and downing it. “Come on. We’re going back out on the dance floor.” She says before grabbing Natasha’s wrist and leading her back out onto the floor. There would be no protest from the Russian as Maria twirled her and they started to dance.
For the first one in a long time they both were laughing and goofing off. They took turns dancing with random men and even each other. They looked like any pair of best friends in the club that night. Not an agent, not an assassin, not well trained soldiers. Just normal women and it was nice. Or it was until the bartender so kindly cut them off a few hours later. The agents took that as their sign to leave and headed outside before hailing a cab. They piled into the next available cab and headed back to Avenger Tower where they would stumble through the doors laughing and joking as they made it to the main floor.
The other avengers seemed to have been gathered around enjoying their own kind of evening when the women entered the room. Maria found a seat next to Steve and Natasha stubbles to the bar to grab them both another drink.
Tony, of course, was the first to point out the obvious as she set a knee on the counter in order to reach a desirable bottle of vodka.
“Woah, is Romanoff drunk?” He spouts from behind his whiskey glass. Natasha turned to make a face at her fellow avenger but she caught Clint’s eyes first.
“Hey.” Clint said from across the room while holding eye contact with the red head. “Mhm, mhm.” He hummed out with disapproval as he shook his head. His steely grey hues demanded that she listen to what he wasn’t saying. He expected her to listen. He expected wrong. She was feeling exceptionally sassy tonight and that warning wasn’t about to deter her. The bottle was yanked from the shelf as she lifted a brow in a resting manner as if to say; What are you going to do about it? Before she proceeded to unscrew the cap and flicked the top in her partner's direction in a challenging fashion. “Don’t.” He warned and she raised the bottle as if to drink from it, but before she did she flashed her middle finger, flipping him off. “Bite me, Barton.” She jabbed back only to watch his grey hues grow stormy and his jaw define as the muscles pulled tight. She almost giggled as a grin crept across her lips. She shouldn't enjoy frustrating him or pushing his buttons like this but it was always more fun when she knew he wouldn't do anything about it. Or so she thought. She was about to lift the bottle to her lips entirely when out of the corner of her eye she caught Clint taking a stride towards her.
“Shit.” She muttered before slipping her thumb over the mouth bottle and stubbing around the corner. She retreated down a hall to the elevators in an attempt to escape but the sound of heavy footsteps echoed behind her and so did the laughter of several of her fellow avengers.
She got to the elevator and pressed the button as many times as needed for the doors to finally slide open. By that time she had Clint had already rounded the corner and was starting down the hallway. “Natasha.” He called and she pressed the button that would close the doors, and watched as the doors cut her off from the hallway. "Natas-" Clint's demanding tone was cut off when the door closed and Natasha casually pressed the button for Clint’s floor. She knew she was safe when the elevator started to move. With a cocky smirk she stepped out of her heels and to reward herself for getting away she took a few sips straight from the bottle before the steel box eventually stopped on his floor. the doors opened with a ping and she walked to his door leaving her forgotten shoes behind. pulling her keys out and letting herself inside the apartment she knew it would take Clint a few minutes to realize that she hadn’t gone to her apartment. However, it would be just long enough for her to enjoy whatever junk food he had left within her reach.
When Clint had finally caught up with her he found Natasha was standing over the sink eating a slice of cold pizza from his refrigerator. This didn’t exactly bother Clint but his arms splayed out in the doorway. “Seriously?” He asked before closing the front door behind him and Natasha shrugged with a smug smile that relayed just how pleased she was with how long it had taken to find her.
His features softened ever so slightly, knowing he couldn’t exactly stay mad at her, not when she looked at him like that. Instead he rolled his eyes half heartedly before he met her in the kitchen. He slid behind her, hands on her hips, as he placed a kiss in her hair. He couldn't help but pick up the subtle scent of her perfume. Tonight she smelled like amber and spice, he couldn't help but like it on her. “You know I hate playing hide and seek with you when you’re intoxicated.” He uttered gruffly and more seriously against her ear as he watched Natasha lay what was left of the slice of pizza back down in the box.
“Well, you never seem to mind finding me.” She answered innocently before leaning back against his chest and then pressing her hips against his in a teasing fashion. She felt his breath hitch as his fingertips dug into her hips. His jaw flexed before he used a hand to pull her crimson hair behind her ear and over her shoulder. “You’re a pain in my ass, Agent Romanoff.” He uttered against her ear in a growl before his lips brushed against her neck. He’d get the response he wanted when he left a gentle kiss against her flesh and she tilted her head to the side hoping for more. Instead he let her go and took a step back and then a few to the side so that she couldn't close the distance again. Her face screwed in disappointment as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Go to bed, Tasha. It's late. If you don’t, you’ll hate yourself in the morning.” He said with a smile and nodded to the bedroom. His arms crossing over his chest to indicate that their little game was now over.
“Joke’s on you, I’m going to hate myself in the morning regardless.” She scoffed but only before doing as he said and heading to the bedroom. She closed the door behind herself and Clint cocked a brow. A long second passed before the door opened again and Natasha reappeared. She looked at him with a timid smile.
“Forget something, Nat?” He asked with an amused smile as he let his arms unfold.
"I could never forget about you." She answered with a sweet smile.
Before he knew it, her small hand had taken hold of the front of his shirt and he was being pulled into the bedroom after her.