Wedding Bells?
Clint:
It’s when he’s going over the forms from a just completed mission (Well, more accurately Phil is going over the forms while Clint makes sarcastic answers that Phil is interpreting on the page), that Clint has the idea.
“I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Clint randomly spouts out the comment on a question about how many arrows he used. He really didn’t remember, but he used almost a whole quiver. There had been a lot of AIM goons on this last mission.
Phil pauses in writing down something, probably a specific answer in response to Clint’s vague one earlier. “Who?” Clint was his friend, as well as his agent. As long as his private life didn’t affect his job, Agent Coulson didn’t care. Phil Coulson, the friend, felt differently. He has been there with Clint since he first dragged the mercenary/assassin into SHIELD, and he’s come to care for the younger man.
Phil looks up to see Clint with a blinding smile on his face. “Nat.” He shouldn’t be surprised at this announcement, but he kind of is. Not that he’s going to show his agent that.
“The woman from Budapest?” Phil keeps nonchalant, hoping that the woman he ran a background check on when he first figured out how much time Clint spending with her. Her story checked out, even if something in his gut had him keep looking.
Clint is still smiling, and Phil knows they won’t be getting much more of the paperwork done. “Yes. I just…I want to come home to her.” His face is filled with complete joy, and Phil knows that he can’t ruin the man’s happiness.
He’ll keep searching under the radar to find what he can on a Natalie Rushman. For now, he’ll listen to Clint talk about her wonderful virtues.
“Phil?” Clint calls for his handler’s attention, and Phil knows he can’t say no to the man when he looks this excited. “Mind being my dad for the wedding?” Clint thought of Phil as a father figure, and it would make sense to introduce Phil in that way.
“Yes.” Phil thought for a moment. “You want a mother, too?”
The mischievous look on Clint’s face is one Phil knows well. “Yes. I’m thinking Fury.” That should go over well with the director of SHIELD.
Natasha:
She flips her sister operative over and puts the other woman in a basic hold. “He asked me to marry him.” Natasha comments, her mind only slightly focused on keep the other woman in place. She’s the best, which is why she is usually the one sent out with the others being her back up. It’s still good to keep in practice, however.
“Really?” The other woman grunts out. She tries not to remember their names, but the other Widow is someone that she knows can be as nearly as good as herself. When she’s focusing and at the top of her game.
Natasha’s hold is broken, and the two of them are going back to basic hits. “Yes. I think I might.” Today is an easy work out, something to try out moves on and to increase the speed of attacks. Their hits are increasing and Natasha barely has time to block a hit that was lower than she expected.
Yelena, that’s her name, notices the almost slip and smiles. “Would be good for your cover.” She slows down as she speaks, and Natasha finds her opening.
A hard jab and twist leaves the other Widow on the ground, Natasha’s foot at her throat. “That it would be.” Yelena is nearly as good as her, but what makes Natasha the best is how she’s able to multitask, and not let a mistake be her last.
Plans within plans is how she’s survived, and thrived, in this environment they were thrust into. While Yelena took that as the death blow, Natasha was already going through different ways on how to get out of it. Perseverance is what keeps her alive even when all of the odds are against it.
She will marry the American. Not because of what Yelena said, though that is part of it. Mostly it’s because the best cover has a grain of truth. She likes the American, and who looks at the wife of a construction company owner?
Anyway, the sex is good.