So marks the end of another one! Nice and short little chapter, just an epilogue of sorts!

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BlackHawk's Child; Well, I'd hardly give y'all the Budapest story, now, would I..? That's another work entirely that may or may not come one day, I don't know yet! :P Glad you like it :)

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She let out a little giggle when he grabbed her waist and spun her to face him, lips crashing against eachother as they fell into the hotel room. They were wasting no time, and that suited her down to the ground..

The place was dark, but she didn't want to pull away from the kiss to turn the lights on. They didn't need them, he'd do just fine without them. He always did good work in the dark.

His hands were at the back of her dress, tugging the zipper down as they sloppily made their way towards the bed. Her hands were tangled in his hair, a dark brown, long enough for a bit of pull, but short enough to still look like a guy.

Once her zipper was down, she let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it, just by the bed, close enough to push him gently down onto it.

He smirked up at her as she climbed ontop of him, her lips coming down to ghost over his.

"Not usually one to do this sort of stuff.." She whispered against them, trailing soft kisses along his jawline and up to his ear. "But I think, for you, I can make an exception.."

The man beneath her visibly shuddered at the tone of her voice, and she smirked a little more, her hand sneaking down to undo his belt.

Natasha Romanoff was good..

He waited in the room for most of the night, waiting for the call to let him know she was on her way. It ended up being a text, but that was just fine by him.

Small take out. Get in, arrest the guy, deliver him to Fury, go home. Simple as simple could be!

And, now a days, simple meant simple. It wasn't like a few years ago when simple would still end with him lying in a hospital bed.

Because Hawkeye was back to his old self. Better than ever before, infact!

He went to hide in the bathroom when he knew she was coming back, bow and arrow at the ready to take out this guy.

Mr. Julian Mandres. Small time drug and arms dealer. Nothing too big. But he gave a little look into radioactive substances last week so Fury wants a little talk with him. Newbies could have handled this no problem, but things were quiet right now, so Barton and Romanoff asked nicely to have the nice easy mission.

Simple tactic was being employed. One they initiated a hundred million times before.

Only worked with guys, but that was fine.

She went out in the nice revealing dress, got the guy drunk as drunk could be, took him back for a nice little romp, then had her partner shoot him with an arrow while he was too distracted to realise what was happening!

He stood from the edge of the bath tub when he heard the hotel room door close, heavy footsteps and some sounds he didn't really want to describe soon following.

He had to wait for the signal though, so he stood with his ear pressed against the bathroom door, bow and arrow resting by his side. He took this mission so un-seriously that he didn't even wear his normal mission gear, just some jeans and a t-shirt. He looked like the most ridiculously unprofessional assassin there was!

He didn't wait too long, knowing how much Natasha hated dealing with these sort of guys. So, he waited long enough to know that they were at least on the bed before he stepped out of the bathroom.

Flicking on the lights as he passed the switch, he gave a low whistle at the sight infront of him. Natasha was just climbing off the guy, her usual passive mission face back on as she went to grab a dressing gown on the back of the desk chair.

He wished she didn't cover up.. But, he'd have to wait until they were home, he supposed, for that bit of fun!

"Someone's getting lucky.." Clint said with an amused grin, the guy on the bed recovering from the bit of shock of being caught and was now sitting up. He glared at Clint, obviously pissed off at being disturbed.

"You have to take so long?" Natasha asked through a sigh, and he smirked a little at her. She really really hated doing these missions lately..

"Who the hell do you think you are, kid?" He shouted, and Barton pouted a little bit.

He looked to Natasha who was standing by his side, and she was grinning at the guys words. "Did he just..?"

"I told you, Hawk.. People just don't know you." She said with a little laugh, winking at her partner then.

"Well he will." Barton pouted, raising his bow to aim the electro-arrow at the guys heart.

The smug look soon dropped from his face, replaced by the terror that Clint loved seeing cross peoples faces.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Hawkeye, the most handsome and favourite Avenger." He started with a slight grin, Natasha cut him off though.

"Ahhha-Sixth favourite." She commented through a fake cough, giving Clint a sweet smile when he pouted at her.

"Oh!" He cheered, looking back to the man on the bed with a smirk when he remembered the most important part. "And the guy who's fiancée you just tried hook up with."

He could just feel Natasha roll her eyes at his answer, her arm slipping around his waist as if to confirm that it was true. Not that they needed to prove anything to this scum. "Just knock him out so we can go home. I'm dying for a bath."

"With pleasure." He grinned, letting the electro-arrow go flying. It hit the man's chest before he could get the scream out, and he instantly fell back onto the bed, convulsing as the volts of electricity surged through him.

Clint hummed a little in thought and held up his bow, testing the string a little. "Little off balance.."

"That's what you get for letting Nate near it." Natasha replied with a little laugh, both too used to the sound of a person being electrocuted to even react to it any other way than normally anymore.

He soon fell still though, and Clint sent a little smirk to his fiancée. "You were so getting into that.. Didn't think he was your type, Romanoff."

He laughed as she smacked him across the head, not a gentle one but it was fine, he was used to being abused!

"Just shut up and hog tie him, will you?" She commanded, mission voice meant he was in trouble!

He gave a little smile and nodded, tilting her chin his way though so he could give her a soft kiss, and she happily responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yes ma'am.."

Thanks for sticking with it till the end! Keep an eye for the next random stories, after exams at this stage!

-Tara :)