Alright, here it is everyone! The first sequel to To Rome With Love. This takes place in Monaco so we're going to have some French going on in this story (don't worry, I'll have translations for you guys). Here's the first chapter! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Clint, Natasha, or any other of the Avengers characters. They belong to Marvel.

Natasha sighed as she felt Clint's rough yet gentle hands running up and down her back. Despite the dark curtains being drawn, she knew it was sometime slightly before sunrise. Sleep was an enigma to them so it was not a big deal.

"What are you doing, Barton?" The question was dripping with irritation but Natasha could feel the smile spreading across her face as Clint continued to softly run his hands up and down her bare back.

Today was Natasha's physical to see if she was fit enough to return to the field. The botched mission in Rome had left her with a punctured lung and a stab wound to her lower back. But she still had the satisfaction of knowing that Yelena Belova, her nemesis from her days in the Red Room, had been killed by her partner. For three months, Natasha followed orders by staying in bed and only walking around if necessary or when she was at her doctor's appointments. She had made a decent amount of progress. Walking had been painful for her at first but now she could walk around at her doctor's appointments with ease.

However, she still got some painful aches at the small of her back every so often. If she walked around too much or lied in a certain position for too long, it tended to feel like that knife Alessandro Bosco had used to stab her was being thrust into her back once again. She knew that when the doctors asked her if she had any pain, she should tell them. They were only trying to get her back to fighting form, but she always figured she didn't need help from them. Not when she had Clint.

"How's your back?" Clint asked, his voice husky. In the past three months, she and Clint's relationship had escalated. At first, Clint had been polite enough to let her have his bed while he crashed on the couch. But after about a month, Natasha put a stop to that, claiming she felt bad for taking his bed. In reality, Natasha felt lonely and in the event of needing to go somewhere in the middle of the night, Clint would be there. For the remaining two months, things had escalated between the two of them, reaching its high point the night before when the two of them had decided to have sex for the first time. Natasha just hoped it didn't ruin her chances of going back in the field.

"It's okay," Natasha answered as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Tell me the truth, Tasha," Clint said through clenched teeth.

"Clint, it's fine," Natasha said. Really, it wasn't. She was currently lying on her side with her back facing Clint. The position she was in was making the pain excruciating. She didn't want to admit it to Clint, mostly because he was still beating himself up over her injury. He blamed himself for it. He blamed himself for being too little, too late. If he had just found his bow and quiver a couple seconds earlier, Natasha would've never gotten stabbed.

She felt his hands disappear from her back and the bed shook as he rolled onto his back with a groan. "It was too soon," he griped. "We shouldn't have had sex last night. You're probably in a lot of pain."

"Would you stop?" Natasha snapped. As much as it physically pained her, she rolled over so that she was facing Clint. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His eyes didn't meet Natasha's.

"Clint," she said softly.

"Hmm?" he hummed.

She snuggled close to him and rested a hand on his bare chest. "You really need to stop beating yourself up over this. I'm the one who chose to go to Rome. I'm the one who chose to go into the catacombs to find you. I had my back turned for one second and I'm paying the price for it. This is all me, not you. Understand?"

Natasha turned to face Clint and her green eyes connected with his blue-grey ones as he nodded in understanding. She could see the guilt in his eyes. No matter what, that would always be there. He would always blame himself for what happened to her. He would always blame himself for the reason Loki attacked New York. He would always blame himself for the reason Phil was dead.

"And to say that we had sex a little too early, I'll have you know that that was the best night I've had in a while," Natasha purred seductively.

"Yeah, well, you've been in and out of the medical bay for the last three months. You don't have much to compare it to," Clint grumbled but with a slight chuckle in his voice.

"Exactly," Natasha said. "I haven't been having the time of my life for the past three months. Last night was amazing."

"You're just saying that," Clint said teasingly.

Natasha smiled at Clint before turning to rest her head back into a comfortable position against his chest. "But, to tell you the truth, my back actually is killing me."

"Fuck Nat," Clint growled.

"Lying on my side for too long makes it hurt," she said nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders.

Clint sighed. "Roll over onto your stomach."

Natasha did as she was told as she rolled onto her stomach and grabbed a pillow to rest her head on. She felt Clint straddle her outstretched legs and then gently started to knead the base of her spine.

"Clint…" she moaned with delight. "Oh my God."

"Better?" he asked as he continued to knead the base of her spine with his rough and calloused hands.

"Much," she moaned as she buried her face into the pillow.

Clint's hands continued to loosen the muscles in Natasha's lower back but after a while, he began to make his way up her back. Natasha smiled into the pillow as she let out a sigh. "Rome was the best thing to ever happen to me," Natasha said.

"Why's that?" Clint asked.

Natasha moaned as Clint massaged a knot in her right shoulder blade. "Oh God, because of this," she moaned.

"SHIELD has plenty of massage therapists that can do this just as well, if not better, than me," Clint said.

"Where's the fun in that though?" Natasha inquired. "Would you really want some sleaze bag touching me?"

"It's not like you wouldn't be able to defend yourself if they went a little too far," Clint said teasingly as he massaged the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Natasha squirmed from underneath him and rolled over onto her back so she could face Clint. Her hair was splayed out against the white pillow like a fiery halo.

"Admit it," she said playfully. "You would get jealous."

Clint shrugged. "Maybe."

"Liar," she shot back.

Clint smirked before lowering himself down to crush his lips to hers. Clint let out a sigh as he felt Natasha run her hands up his chest, her fingers lingering on the gunshot wound scar on his right shoulder. Just as he hitched her left leg up past his hips, both of their alarms blared from the bedside tables on either side of the bed. Clint groaned as he pulled away from Natasha.

"Probably should get ready," Clint suggested.

Natasha nodded. "We should get out of bed before we do something that will permanently mess up my back and keep me out of the field for good."

"Mhmm," Clint hummed as he rolled off of her.

"Because let's face it," Natasha said as she sat up. "If I'm never allowed out in the field, neither are you. You're never going on another solo mission ever again." She whipped the covers off of her body and walked off towards the bathroom as she felt Clint staring at her bare backside.

It wasn't long until Clint and Natasha were marching through the front doors of SHIELD's New York base. Clint scanned his ID to gain access to the medical bay and he held the door open for Natasha. The moment she set foot in the medical bay, several nurses started to order her into a wheelchair. Natasha rolled her eyes before reluctantly sitting down in the wheelchair. Clint ushered the nurse away from the handles as he took reign and pushed her down the hall to their assigned examination room.

When they reached Natasha's assigned examination room, Clint helped her out of the chair and walked her over to the table. Once she was situated, Clint gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before exiting the room. Natasha always hated the fact that Clint could never be in the room during her appointments. If he was allowed in the room, there would be far less incidents between Natasha and the medical personnel. Let's face it. Clint kept her sane.

"Ah, Agent Romanoff, good to see you," Dr. Toleno said as he entered the room. He closed the door behind him and then took a seat on the rolling chair. He set Natasha's medical file on the desk and quickly flipped it open to glance at the notes from her previous appointment.

When he was briefed on Natasha's previous appointment, he turned back to Natasha. "How's your back today?" he said as he stood up and approached Natasha. He walked a couple steps past her to lift up her shirt and examined the nasty knife wound scar on her lower back. "Any pain here?" he asked as he applied pressure to the area.

Natasha immediately felt pain shoot up and down her back but she kept her heart rate and her facial expressions under control. "Nope, it feels fine," she lied.

"How about when I do this?" Dr. Toleno asked as he tapped the area with a piece of medical equipment. The pain was close to unbearable.

"Nope, feels fine," she lied again.

"Okay," Dr. Toleno said as he pulled his stethoscope from around his neck and lifted her shirt up a little higher. "I want a deep breath," he said as he placed the cool metal of the stethoscope on her skin. Natasha did as she was told. Despite having a punctured lung, she could breathe just fine. Many victims of a punctured lung tended to still have difficulty breathing months after but Natasha felt fine.

Even if she didn't, this was one thing she couldn't lie about. She could lie about the pain in her lower back, but since Dr. Toleno was listening directly to her lungs with a stethoscope, there was no way she could lie about being in pain. Luckily, she wasn't.

"Another deep breath," Dr. Toleno asked as he moved the stethoscope to another place on her back. Natasha took another deep breath with ease before releasing it.

"Hmm, okay," Dr. Toleno said as he removed the stethoscope from her back and put it back around her neck. "Sounds good."

Natasha nodded wordlessly as she watched Dr. Toleno return to his seat and jot down a couple notes in her medical file. When he finished, he dropped his pen onto the table before standing up again.

"Okay, just a few exercises for your back to determine your health and then you can go," Dr. Toleno said. Natasha rolled her eyes before sliding off of the examination table and following Dr. Toleno out the room to the rehabilitation center down the hall. This part of every appointment was by far her least favorite. She hated doing all the stretching exercises for the muscles in her back. It always took forever, practically an hour.

Dr. Toleno led her through a series of stretches that helped her back. It was an hour of walking exercises and yoga which after the hour was up, Natasha was bored with it. When they finished, they returned to the examination room for one last exam before Dr. Toleno returned to Natasha's medical file to jot down some more notes.

Natasha was nervous. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She lied through her teeth that her back didn't hurt when really it felt like it was on fire. Clint was right. Having sex last night was a bad idea. If they hadn't, maybe her back would feel like it was only mildly on fire. But as she watched Dr. Toleno jot down a novel into her medical file, Natasha grew increasingly nervous.

"Okay," Dr. Toleno said as he tucked his pen into his lab coat pocket and closed her medical file. "Everything looks good. I don't see why you can't go back in the field."

"Really?" Natasha blurted out.

"I would just advise that you keep up with your exercises to keep strengthening the muscles," Dr. Toleno said. "Otherwise, I'm clearing you. You're good to go."

It took every ounce of energy in Natasha's body to not jump up and scream out of joy. But Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, did not do that. So with a blank expression, she thanked Dr. Toleno before following him out of the examination room. As he stopped by the reception desk to return her medical file, he mentioned to her that he would talk to Fury later that day to let him know about the final appointment. Natasha thanked him once again before quickly rushing down the hall to find Clint.

When she reached the waiting room, Clint was seated in the corner, playing with his phone. Sensing her presence, he stood up from his chair and crossed the room to meet her.

"Well?" he asked.

"I'm all good," she said.

Clint's eyes widened from excitement. "Really?"

"Yeah," she said before dropping her voice to a lower volume. "Those hands of yours work wonders."

"You haven't even seen what my hands can do," Clint muttered just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

"Well, what do you say we go back to the tower and you show me just what you're talking about, Hawk?" Natasha purred seductively.

Clint arched his eyebrow in response before turning to head out of the medical bay with Natasha hot on his heels.

Clint and Natasha lied in bed later that night in a tangle of limbs and bed sheets when they heard their phones ring. They both groaned as they simultaneously snatched their respective phones off of the bedside tables and answered them. They were being called into the SHIELD base for a briefing about their next mission. Natasha was surprised that she was getting called in for a mission so soon after she'd been cleared to go back into the field. Quickly they got dressed and headed downstairs to the awaiting SHIELD-issued car. They slid into the backseat and before they knew it, they were heading off to base.

It wasn't long until they reached the SHIELD base. They were greeted by Maria Hill, who escorted them to the meeting room. When they reached the room, Fury was seated at the head of the conference table with several folders and papers in front of him.

"Ah, Agent Barton, Agent Romanoff, sit," Fury said, gesturing to the many empty chairs around the giant table. They took their seats next to one another and directed their attention to Fury. He rose from his seat and took a step towards them to place two manila folders in front of them. They grabbed the folders with their names on it and opened it to begin briefing themselves.

"Your next assignment," Fury said as he strode back to his chair at the head of the table. "Romanoff, I know you were just cleared by medical this morning, but this mission requires both of you. I wouldn't put any other team on this assignment."

"Pierre Moreau," Clint muttered as he skimmed over the details of their target. "Wait, doesn't he own a chain of casinos across the globe?"

"Yes," Fury confirmed. "Moreau is also known for trafficking women to employ them at his casinos."

"So, we just take him out?" Natasha asked as she closed her folder and set it down on the table.

"Not exactly," Fury said. "You're going to infiltrate Moreau's inner circle and destroy it from the inside. This needs to be stopped."

"Clearly," Clint said, not taking his eyes off of the folder in his hands. "Last month, he trafficked 350 women alone from Ukraine, Lithuania, Romania, and…" Clint trailed off before he swallowed nervously. He closed the folder before setting it on the table in front of him.

"You can say it, Clint," Natasha said. "Россия," she said, half-heartedly finishing his sentence. (Russia).

"You will brief yourselves with the information in the folders, along with your new identities," Fury said as he handed Clint and Natasha another folder for them to share. "Within 48 hours, you will return to base to be fully briefed before reporting to the hangar."

"So…Monaco," Natasha stated.

"Indeed, Agent Romanoff," Fury said in agreement. "Monaco."

I'm really not sure if human trafficking is big in Monaco but that's what fiction is for. But human trafficking is definitely an issue. Anyways, I hope you guys are hooked already. Remember to read and review to let me know what you think!