Title:The Bet

Summary:

William Brandt AKA Clint Barton wasn't happy with the way his past has showed up at his front doors. Just when he thought he was finally getting along with IMF, a red spider shows up to ruin his plans. Wonders of losing a bet to the Black Widow. #IMF VS SHIELD, #Jealous Jane, #Angry Natasha, #Arrogant IMF and #Seemingly innocent William/Clint.

Chapter 1 – New Trainee

Clint Barton sighed as he plopped himself on the nearest couch. His muscles aching as he reached for his coffee cup. He looked up to see Benji working on his computer while Jane is reading the local newspaper. He scowled as he thought about how boring IMF is compared to SHIELD. If he was at SHIELD's headquarters, he would have raged a prank war by now. But sadly he wasn't there, instead he's stuck here in IMF as an analyst only because he got drunk and lost a bet to the Black Widow. He sighed mentally as he sipped his coffee.

It was few minutes later when Jane finally looked up from her newspaper and faced Clint.

"So, I heard we're having a new team member today." She said unsurely, studying each of her team mate's faces closely. Benji was the first one to react.

"What! A new team member? Who? And why haven't I heard of it?" he questioned confusingly.

"Yeah." Clint piped in as even he didn't know about the new addition. "Who is it? And Why?"

Jane shrugged her shoulders in response. "I don't know but Ethan mentioned it to me last night. All I know it's a She." Clint nodded just as Ethan entered the room.

"She's a new trainee." Ethan said with a smile.

"Trainee? In the field?"

"It's a new exercise that the Secretary came up with." The Golden boy said just as he sat down near Jane. "We're sending our top 10 trainees out into the field with other teams so they can adapt and learn all the hands on experience that comes with this job. It's a learning experience for them." Clint nodded his head in response. For the first time he agrees with IMF's decision. Experience in the field is important in order to become an agent. Someone must have finally knocked some sense in that old man's brain… he thought as he continued drinking his coffee while loosening his tie a bit. AGH! Stupid Tie. You're going to pay for this, Nat.

"So, who did we get?" Benji asked as he went back to his computer. Clint had no idea what the technician does on his computer all day long. Wherever Clint looked, he would find the old computer expert always typing away on his computer. He just hoped that its wasn't porn.

"She's a legacy. Her parents used to work for IMF." Ethan replied.

"Used to?" Jane asked wit raised eye brows.

"They were killed in the line of duty in Chicago ten years ago. She was 14 at that time. After few years of struggling, she decided to join the IMF just like her parents. And now she's only one step away from being a full-fledged IMF agent"

"Cool. So, when is she coming?" Clint asked as he folded his shirt's sleeve, clearly showing his perfect arm built causing Jane to look at him longingly.

"Today."

"And how does she look like?" Jane asked as she blushed when she was caught starring at by Clint. The assassin just shook his head in disbelief. The women was stubborn as a steel.

"Well, according to her picture in the file, she's around your height, Jane. Green eyes, red hair and what I figured from all the praises about her beauty, a total bomb." Ethan said as he read through his phone while Clint choked on his coffee. "Not my words. I just picked one from the comments. " Ethan continued innocently with raised hands.

"Are you ok, Brandt?" Jane asked suddenly as she noticed her love interest coughing and choking on his coffee.

"Yeah… (Cough)… I'm… (Cough)... Fine…" Clint said as he coughed and tried to clean the coffee stain on his white shirt while panicking about the image that Ethan has described. Nah, it can't be her. Relax, Barton. You're just overreacting. She's in Peru, perfectly safe and far away from your IMF team. Even though he believed himself, he still could feel an unsettling in his stomach.

"You sure?" Benji asked him again with a serious face.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm all good." Clint nodded his head. That's when the doorbell of their safe house rang.

"Oh, that must be her." Ethan said smilingly as he went towards the door while Clint relaxed back on his couch and went in for another sip of his coffee.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Agent Hunt." Clint heard a familiar voice just as the poor assassin choked on his coffee again. This time he didn't bother cleaning the stain on his shirt. Instead he stood up and looked at the door to see his possibly the worst nightmare staring at him in a full blown chirpy smile. A smile that seemed too foreign on the red-head lady standing in front of him.

"Guys, meet Natalie Roman. One of our finest recruit." Ethan said with pride while Clint starred at the women in shock as his cup shattered on the ground.

"Hello, Mr Brandt" Natasha Romanoff replied with a wide grin. What the Fuck?