A/N: OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU ALL! The reviews have been wonderful, and so supportive.

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Unfortunately, I have yet to get rights to the Marvel universe, so all the shtuff goes to the owners of said shtuff...

Natasha awoke to hushed cursing. Moving her hair out of her face, she saw Clint setting down a mug on the dresser, shaking what looked to be coffee off of his other hand.

"Who knew a master assassin could be so clumsy?" she said, sitting up in bed. At some point, she had thrown on his shirt from last night. Clint smiled when he noticed that she was awake, and brought the unspilled coffee to her. Natasha's lips twitched into a small smile.

"Coffee?" he asked.

"Thank you," she took a sip. A drop stayed on her lip. Clint looked at it. She moved her tongue to remove it, but his got there first. In his haste to get to her, he tipped the coffee that was in her hand. It spilled all over her torso and blanket. "shit," she said.

"Let me help you with that." He peeled the shirt off and threw it towards the hamper in the corner. Natasha was topless, and coffee had seeped through the shirt, dampening her chest and abdomen. He pushed her against the pillows and began to lick the coffee off of her.

At first she thought it was ridiculous, but it felt superb. She slowly clenched the sheets as he moved lower and lower.

A knock came from the door. They both groaned and shot killer looks at it.

"Agents, family meeting time," came Tony's voice through the door.

"Are all families on this planet composed of unrelated people, Man of Iron?" Thor's voice was booming through the hall, probably from the open elevator at the end of it. Tony replied, but the agents had stopped listening and were looking at each other.

"Breakfast will have to wait, then" Clint said. Natasha's eye roll was practically audible.

"Natasha, Clint, I am sorry to wake you this early but we needed to have a meeting." Pepper started.

"I thought we weren't allowed on missions for another two weeks?" said Steve.

"No, you're not, this is about the tower-"

"Lady Pepper, if this is about the lightning damage to the roof, it was an accident, I assure you."

"No, Thor, it's not. It's just that some of you" she glared at Tony "have been going out anyway."

"And dragging others out on the way..." mumbled Steve.

"Hey, you didn't know what a frapuccino was, I had to educate y-" Tony was cut off by Pepper.

"That's what the interns are for, Tony."

Tony and Pepper began to banter, Steve and Thor joining in as well. Bruce backed his chair from the table a few feet and began fumbling with his phone, probably checking up on his lab. Natasha felt a hand on her knee. It was almost sweet, since Natasha was still tense from the earlier incident with Tony. Then the hand began to move up her thigh. She took a long breath in, then out, determined not to let her heart speed up or the blood to rush to her cheeks as Clint's fingers teased her through her pants. Her breath hitched as he moved his finger faster. Then he stopped. The tips of her fingers began to whiten as she tried to control herself. Clint hid his smirk with a cough.

"Yes, Agent Barton?" Everyone turned to him.

"No going out, got it. May we go now?"

"Yes, you and Agent Romanoff can go."

The two agents got up and began to exit. They heard Pepper begin to scold Thor about his bulk Pop Tart ordering, saying something about a complaint from the CEO that Thor was 'causing their supply to dwindle.'

"You seem tense, Nat. Is something the matter?" Natasha scowled.

"You're gonna pay for this, Barton."

Clint tried to decide whether he should look forward to or dread what she had in mind.

A/N: Again, thank you so much for the continued support. School's starting soon, and I have a shitload of unpacking to do.

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New question that you can answer at the end of your review: Milk, White, or Dark Chocolate?