Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 1/2hufflepuffsneakAugust 24 2012, 20:08:05 UTC
A/N: Short filling unfilled prompts. Included a Jessica Rabbit quote as well :) Unfortunately as I am not William Shakespeare I couldn't get the Benedict/ Beatrice chemistry. This prompt totally inspired a rewatch though. Great play.
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Agents Hill and Coulson were waiting in the briefing room for Clint and Natasha. Clint exuded pre-mission nervous energy while Natasha remained composed.
“We need you to infiltrate a black-tie embassy event,” Coulson told his two most troublesome agents without preamble.
Their reaction was immediate. Natasha sat up straighter in her chair, Clint slumped backwards.
“We don’t want an international incident, just a subtle interrogation before the hors d'oeuvres are served. Natasha will obviously be taking the lead.” Coulson continued.
“Obviously taking the lead? What does that mean?” Clint protested.
“It means you should just stand there and look pretty while I bring home the intel,” Natasha said.
“It means that this is Natasha’s specialty and not yours,” Coulson said with just a hint of a twinkle in his eyes. “Your cover will be as Natalia and Cameron Tanner, married three years.”
“So not only am I incompetent, I’m also a cradle-robber,” Clint said.
“I’m taking that out on you next time we spar,” Natasha said.
“You can try sweetheart,” Clint replied.
“Call me that again and I will break both your kneecaps,” Natasha stated.
Coulson dropped a heavy sheaf of papers on the table between the two agents. Both of them jumped in their seats and turned their attention back to Coulson.
“Your mark is Evan Saunders,” Coulson said, nodding to Agent Hill who took over the briefing seamlessly.
Clint and Natasha waited until they were out the door before they continued bickering.
“Should I be worried about violations of the fraternization policy?” Maria asked Coulson.
“That would require both of them to pull their head out of their asses.” Phil said.
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“What does a woman like you do in her spare time?” Evan Saunders asked. He had deep blue eyes that were attempting to hold Natalie Tanner’s green ones.
“Oh, this and that. I’ve traveled extensively throughout Europe and South America,” Natalie said, leaning towards Sanders.
“Hmmm? Oh, me too. What’s your favorite place to visit?” Saunders eyes began flicking between Natalie’s face and her cleavage.
“I love Rio, but I adore Paris, it’s just so romantic. Have you been?” Natalie asked Saunders, playing the vapid socialite to the hilt.
“No, not recently.” Saunders blinked before he spoke and looked away from Natalie as he lied.
So the analysts were right, Paris was the home-base of his organization. It had taken less than five minutes of conversation for Natasha to learn the information SHIELD needed. Now she only had to extricate herself without drawing suspicion.
“I have been to Rio several times. I might be planning a trip soon,” Saunders said, putting a hand on Natalie’s arm.
“I hope you have fun if you do decide to go. I really must check on my husband. He hates these events,” Natalie said regretfully, pulling away.
“Seriously, what do you see in that guy?” Evan asked, gesturing to Cameron.
“He makes me laugh.” Natalie sashayed towards her partner.
Cameron looked dangerously attractive in his well tailored tux, only the slight shifting of weight from foot to foot signaling he was ready to leave.
“Want to dance?” Natalie asked Cameron, loudly enough that it would be noticeable if Cameron refused.
“Anything for you, sugarwoogums,” Cameron replied.
Natalie stepped on his foot in a way that would look accidental to anyone watching.
“Sometimes I wonder why I married a woman with two left feet,” Cameron said for the benefit of any observers.
“Well I guess we’ll have to dance slowly enough that I can’t do any damage,” Natalie replied, putting her arms around Cameron’s neck.
“How long until we can leave?” Clint whispered into Natasha’s ear, looking for all the world like an adoring husband.
“No one is going to believe we’re married if you keep holding me like that,” Natasha whispered back. Clint lowered his hands from her waist. “Better,” Natasha told him.
Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2hufflepuffsneakAugust 24 2012, 20:10:37 UTC
“Seriously Nat, I’m boiling in this thing.”
“It would look suspicious if we left straight away. Has SHIELD taught you nothing?”
“Not all of us can be a super-spy from age thirteen.”
“Clearly.”
They continued dancing, slightly off the rhythm.
“Nice work with Saunders,” Clint said at last, attempting to make peace.
“Thank you,” Natasha said, taking the compliment as her due.
“I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets when you walked up to him,” Clint joked. “Then the ‘I might be planning a trip soon.’ Smooth.”
Natasha muffled her snort of agreement in Clint’s shoulder. They danced in silence until the music changed and Natasha pressed herself closer against him.
“Jesus Nat, I feel enough like a dirty old man as it is,” Clint hissed.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m twenty-five and old enough to make my own decisions,” Natasha said, the venom in her words belying her placid smile.
“You’re a kid who was forced to grow up too damn fast.”
“Bullshit. I see the way you look at me. Everyone sees the way you look at me.”
“Let’s just get out of here? The mission is over.” Clint continued their whispered conversation, strain audible in his voice.
‘If you want to leave we can leave, but if you haven’t noticed, there is a hot redhead who likes dancing throwing herself at you,” Natasha said softly, looking up through her eyelashes at Clint.
Clint closed his eyes, but not before Natasha saw the telltale dilation of his pupils.
A grey and wrinkled woman, glorious in her sequined gown and partnered with a handsome man in his early thirties, danced deliberately towards to Natalie.
“Honey, I believe the phrase is ‘get a room.’ Unless you want to be thrown out of here for public indecency; that can be fun too,” the old woman said with a wink.
Natalie blushed. Cameron looked around and saw the couples around them were maintaining at least three inches of distance between them. A few of the older couples were looking at the Tanners with disdain.
“My wife had a little too much champagne,” Cameron explained to the woman with the sequined gown. “We were just leaving.”
Natalie pouted at him but he was already steering her towards the door.
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Clint woke up and began to catalog his injuries. Assorted bruises, scratches down his back a bite mark on his shoulder. Gently, as if he still couldn’t believe he could, he ran his fingers along Natasha’s back. She stirred, slapped his hand away, and went back to sleep.
Re: Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2spottedpenguinAugust 25 2012, 01:02:21 UTC
Thank You Thank You Thank You!! My favorite play and my OTP had a ficbaby and it's adorable!
I love Love LOVE that she's the one making the first move. Usually we see it as Clint, but I love assertive Natasha. But I wouldn't label them as OOC here at all...it still works with what we know about them!
Also, can I take the old lady home with me? She's perfection.
Re: Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2hufflepuffsneakAugust 25 2012, 01:53:39 UTC
OMG you're totally welcome! I think aggressive Natasha is totally in character (and we should see more of her), I just wasn't happy with how the entire thing sounded/ parts of the dialogue which is why I had the ooc warning.
I'm sure the old lady would be happy to go home with you, but she'll probably disappear by morning ;)
Re: Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2jacedesbffAugust 26 2012, 00:58:52 UTC
I definitely agree that we should see more of aggressive Natasha. :-) Hey, there is a woman who goes after what she wants, so it's nice to see her do so. :D You go, girl!
Re: Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2hufflepuffsneakAugust 27 2012, 02:30:44 UTC
:D Natasha defs seems like she would be the go get 'em type.
Now I just want to see fic where Natasha plots to seduce Clint, then Clint is all like "you don't have to work that hard," and Natasha is like* "shhhhh. It's fun."
Re: Fill: Fic. Bringing Home the Intel (PG-13. Only warning is for a little ooc) 2/2workerbee73August 27 2012, 02:57:53 UTC
Now I just want to see fic where Natasha plots to seduce Clint, then Clint is all like "you don't have to work that hard," and Natasha is like* "shhhhh. It's fun."
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Agents Hill and Coulson were waiting in the briefing room for Clint and Natasha. Clint exuded pre-mission nervous energy while Natasha remained composed.
“We need you to infiltrate a black-tie embassy event,” Coulson told his two most troublesome agents without preamble.
Their reaction was immediate. Natasha sat up straighter in her chair, Clint slumped backwards.
“We don’t want an international incident, just a subtle interrogation before the hors d'oeuvres are served. Natasha will obviously be taking the lead.” Coulson continued.
“Obviously taking the lead? What does that mean?” Clint protested.
“It means you should just stand there and look pretty while I bring home the intel,” Natasha said.
“It means that this is Natasha’s specialty and not yours,” Coulson said with just a hint of a twinkle in his eyes. “Your cover will be as Natalia and Cameron Tanner, married three years.”
“So not only am I incompetent, I’m also a cradle-robber,” Clint said.
“I’m taking that out on you next time we spar,” Natasha said.
“You can try sweetheart,” Clint replied.
“Call me that again and I will break both your kneecaps,” Natasha stated.
Coulson dropped a heavy sheaf of papers on the table between the two agents. Both of them jumped in their seats and turned their attention back to Coulson.
“Your mark is Evan Saunders,” Coulson said, nodding to Agent Hill who took over the briefing seamlessly.
Clint and Natasha waited until they were out the door before they continued bickering.
“Should I be worried about violations of the fraternization policy?” Maria asked Coulson.
“That would require both of them to pull their head out of their asses.” Phil said.
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“What does a woman like you do in her spare time?” Evan Saunders asked. He had deep blue eyes that were attempting to hold Natalie Tanner’s green ones.
“Oh, this and that. I’ve traveled extensively throughout Europe and South America,” Natalie said, leaning towards Sanders.
“Hmmm? Oh, me too. What’s your favorite place to visit?” Saunders eyes began flicking between Natalie’s face and her cleavage.
“I love Rio, but I adore Paris, it’s just so romantic. Have you been?” Natalie asked Saunders, playing the vapid socialite to the hilt.
“No, not recently.” Saunders blinked before he spoke and looked away from Natalie as he lied.
So the analysts were right, Paris was the home-base of his organization. It had taken less than five minutes of conversation for Natasha to learn the information SHIELD needed. Now she only had to extricate herself without drawing suspicion.
“I have been to Rio several times. I might be planning a trip soon,” Saunders said, putting a hand on Natalie’s arm.
“I hope you have fun if you do decide to go. I really must check on my husband. He hates these events,” Natalie said regretfully, pulling away.
“Seriously, what do you see in that guy?” Evan asked, gesturing to Cameron.
“He makes me laugh.” Natalie sashayed towards her partner.
Cameron looked dangerously attractive in his well tailored tux, only the slight shifting of weight from foot to foot signaling he was ready to leave.
“Want to dance?” Natalie asked Cameron, loudly enough that it would be noticeable if Cameron refused.
“Anything for you, sugarwoogums,” Cameron replied.
Natalie stepped on his foot in a way that would look accidental to anyone watching.
“Sometimes I wonder why I married a woman with two left feet,” Cameron said for the benefit of any observers.
“Well I guess we’ll have to dance slowly enough that I can’t do any damage,” Natalie replied, putting her arms around Cameron’s neck.
“How long until we can leave?” Clint whispered into Natasha’s ear, looking for all the world like an adoring husband.
“No one is going to believe we’re married if you keep holding me like that,” Natasha whispered back. Clint lowered his hands from her waist. “Better,” Natasha told him.
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“It would look suspicious if we left straight away. Has SHIELD taught you nothing?”
“Not all of us can be a super-spy from age thirteen.”
“Clearly.”
They continued dancing, slightly off the rhythm.
“Nice work with Saunders,” Clint said at last, attempting to make peace.
“Thank you,” Natasha said, taking the compliment as her due.
“I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets when you walked up to him,” Clint joked. “Then the ‘I might be planning a trip soon.’ Smooth.”
Natasha muffled her snort of agreement in Clint’s shoulder. They danced in silence until the music changed and Natasha pressed herself closer against him.
“Jesus Nat, I feel enough like a dirty old man as it is,” Clint hissed.
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m twenty-five and old enough to make my own decisions,” Natasha said, the venom in her words belying her placid smile.
“You’re a kid who was forced to grow up too damn fast.”
“Bullshit. I see the way you look at me. Everyone sees the way you look at me.”
“Let’s just get out of here? The mission is over.” Clint continued their whispered conversation, strain audible in his voice.
‘If you want to leave we can leave, but if you haven’t noticed, there is a hot redhead who likes dancing throwing herself at you,” Natasha said softly, looking up through her eyelashes at Clint.
Clint closed his eyes, but not before Natasha saw the telltale dilation of his pupils.
A grey and wrinkled woman, glorious in her sequined gown and partnered with a handsome man in his early thirties, danced deliberately towards to Natalie.
“Honey, I believe the phrase is ‘get a room.’ Unless you want to be thrown out of here for public indecency; that can be fun too,” the old woman said with a wink.
Natalie blushed. Cameron looked around and saw the couples around them were maintaining at least three inches of distance between them. A few of the older couples were looking at the Tanners with disdain.
“My wife had a little too much champagne,” Cameron explained to the woman with the sequined gown. “We were just leaving.”
Natalie pouted at him but he was already steering her towards the door.
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Clint woke up and began to catalog his injuries. Assorted bruises, scratches down his back a bite mark on his shoulder. Gently, as if he still couldn’t believe he could, he ran his fingers along Natasha’s back. She stirred, slapped his hand away, and went back to sleep.
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I have a major thing for Clint and Nat having an age gap, so I liked Clint saying he felt like a dirty old man. ;)
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Thank You Thank You Thank You!! My favorite play and my OTP had a ficbaby and it's adorable!
I love Love LOVE that she's the one making the first move. Usually we see it as Clint, but I love assertive Natasha. But I wouldn't label them as OOC here at all...it still works with what we know about them!
Also, can I take the old lady home with me? She's perfection.
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I'm sure the old lady would be happy to go home with you, but she'll probably disappear by morning ;)
Thanks for the gif/ love. :D
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Now I just want to see fic where Natasha plots to seduce Clint, then Clint is all like "you don't have to work that hard," and Natasha is like* "shhhhh. It's fun."
*I'm secretly a valley girl.
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OMG, no I totally want this fic too. :D
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