Sorry for the huge delay, but I've been pretty busy and I honestly don't know what else to say about it. I hope you're still around here somewhere and reading this new chapter! (:

Disclaimer: I still do not own anything except this fanfiction. I wish I did though...

"You're moping."

"No, I'm not moping."

"Yes, you are."

"I am not, drop it, Phil."

It's been exactly a week since his fight with Natasha and all he had been doing was moping around. Coulson didn't really care at first, he thought they'd just make up and Clint would return to his normal self. But no. These two stubborn idiots were not going to make up anytime soon, that was for sure. His depressed and angry mood was affecting everyone around him and it got really annoying at some point. Coulson just wanted to point it out to him and apparently, Clint was not going to tell him what had happened between him and Natasha. A few people talked about it in the headquarters, but the gossip only remained as quiet whispers because they were all scared of Black Widow's infamous wrath.

Because of the glares they both gave each other, Coulson didn't dare give them a mission where they'd have to team up together. They could endanger the mission or kill each other. The second option scared him more than endangering a mission to be honest.

Eventually, Clint was going to have to tell Coulson everything. At least that's what Coulson was thinking. He would force his way to get the words out of his stubborn mouth and Clint knew that. He just didn't care. He was not going to tell anyone anything about their fight. It was nobody's business.

"Look, your mood is shitty, Clint. It's not affecting the missions yet but it eventually will. Just talk to me about it." Coulson tried a different approach. He was his friend and he thought a friendly approach would be better.

He was very wrong.

"Fuck off." Was all the answer he got from him. Before he could say something in return, Natasha came into the room and nodded at Coulson to acknowledge his presence. Coulson did the same and eyed Clint warily. Clint didn't even turn his head to look at her. Natasha, on the other hand, was sending daggers to him from her eyes. Clint could feel her eyes opening holes in his neck but he still didn't turn to her.

Natasha was not a person who would make a scene in front of all these people. But she had been wanting to talk to him for the past seven days. She was just stubborn about it. It was hard not being able to talk to him. Hell, it's been years of their friendship and he would be the first person she'd ever say goodmorning to in the mornings. It felt lonely without his company and she finally admitted that to herself last night. She was having nightmares and he was not by her side to calm her. She was ready to admit she had been a bitch to him a week ago if it was going to get him back to her side. Her side where he belonged.

She thought twice about what kind of approach she was supposed to use. Her damn pride was screaming at her not to give a damn, not to talk to him. But her heart was screaming at her pride to shut the hell up.

For once in her life, she could leave her pride behind her. Yes, she could do that and she was going to.

She opened her mouth to say something but Agent Hill cut her by coming into the room and saying her hellos to everyone, including the two assassins. Then her gaze turned to the two of them and she smiled politely. "Fury wants to see you both."

That made Natasha and Clint look at each other for a milisecond before turning their heads back to Hill. Then they slowly, side by side, followed Hill to Nick Fury's private office. Hill was walking in front of them, trying to give them their space. Everybody knew about their arguement and everybody tried to leave them both alone as much as possible. Nothing worked, though. The two assassins were just way too stubborn to get through this.

The tension in the air grew more as they slowly reached their destination. Nobody talked, the only noise was the sound of Hill and Natasha's heels clicking. When they were finally in front of the office door, Hill opened it and waited for the both of them to enter first. Clint, like always, gestured Natasha to go in first and then went into the office behind her. Fury was standing in front of the big, wide window of his office. His back was to them when he started talking.

"I have a mission for Strike Team: Delta, but I cannot be sure of the two of you."

That made Clint and Natasha glance at each other, both confused. "What do you mean, sir?" asked Natasha with a calm and collected posture. But deep down inside, she knew the answer to her question.

Fury turned to them and sat on his big desk chair. He folded his arms on his chest and looked at them knowingly.

"I've heard that you two are on bad terms. I think that's a big problem you have to solve as soon as possible, because I'm not losing my most valuable team for a stupid ass reason. This mission is important and I need to know if you can successfully accomplish it." His voice was a little threatening but he was saying the truth. The mission he was going to give them was an important one and his best team was not talking to each other. It was not an option for neither of them. They were agents, spies... They didn't have the luxury to be moping around the quarters, giving each other dirty looks, snapping at other agents for no reason. They had to be professional. And Nick Fury needed to know whether or not they could manage to be professional on this mission. Not that they've never been professional, no, it was not the deal for him. But he was worried for them. Their moods were affecting their performance and he certainly didn't want that.

"Yes, sir, we can obviously accomplish it." Clint said with an irritated voice. He folded his arms, his jaw ticking with anger. He was certainly not ready to go on a mission with Natasha but he was in no way going to make it obvious to Fury.

Natasha slowly nodded. "Yes, sir, we can." She was also not ready to go on the field with Clint. Yet, they were both going to be professionals and keep everything behind themselves to accomplish the mission. At least that's what they've been thinking.

After a few minutes passed, Fury sighed and stood up from his chair. "Then you're dismissed." He finally said.

Both the assasins left the office with a not-so-happy face. Clint looked at Natasha and saw her looking back at him. Their eyes locked and neither looked away for a few minutes. It was Clint who finally interrupted the silence between them.

"Then I'll see you in the training area." He said as he shrugged. He was already walking down the hall before Natasha could say something in return.

That bastard, Natasha thought as she retired to her room. She was in no way going to go to that training area when Clint was there.

Okay, not a really good chapter I know but I've been really busy and it's because I'm going to go to Moscow for a whole month (both for education and vacation)! Preparations have taken a little long and I had no time in between to finish this chapter. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you'll stick around for the new chapter which I'll probably be able to post after a month.

Till then...

xoxo louvreangel