A week had passed since the nightmare mission. You hadn’t returned to the industrial like headquarters, instead Fury had allowed you to stay onboard the Helicarrier. Your injuries healed surprisingly fast, you were walking somewhat normally in no time. You had been in the small training room, practicing your hand to hand combat with an unknown male when Clint approached you. You flashed him a smile, as you continued to dodge and block the onslaught of punches that were being thrown your way. When there was an opening, you mad a sweeping motion with your leg, knocking the agent off of his feet with a thunk.
“Looks like you’re almost back to normal.” Clint greeted you with a quick kiss.
“I wish, I’m struggling to regain my agility. I’m starting to worry I’ll never get it back.”
He chuckled shaking his head. “It’s only been a week ______, besides; your agility seems to be pretty good to me.”
You looked over at the agent who was getting back onto his feet. He had an expression of pure embarrassment on his face, whether it was because you were a woman or because you were a rookie you couldn’t work out.
“So, I think I promised you a date.” Clint was walking alongside you, his hand gently resting on the small of your back.
You grinned, playing with the silver necklace around your neck. “You going to wine and dine me?”
He laughed. “Of course, and then we go back to my room for dessert.” He winked.
You blushed, averting your eyes. You’d never been that far with someone before, and the idea of doing it with someone who was quite obviously experienced made you nervous.
The smile faded from his face. “Unless you don’t want to, I’m fine with that.”
You looked up with a nervous smile. “I’ve just never…” You trailed off, looking down again.
His hand grasped yours. “Lets just see what happens then, if you feel that you’re not ready for it, I won’t force you.”
You nodded silently, heart quickening its pace. You wanted it, but you didn’t want to disappoint him with your inexperience.
*A Few hours later*
Natasha had offered to help you get ready, at first you had declined for obvious reasons, but after awhile you had given into her persistence. She had somehow gotten permission from Fury to take you out to buy a new outfit. She took you to a few stores that you considered overpriced, but she assured you that the clothes were worth it. After buying a pair of killer Prada heels, and a stunning Louis Vuiton cocktail dress you began to become concerned that you had spent your entire pay check. It turned out S.H.I.E.L.D payed its agents well, you were practically loaded. She then convinced you to go into Victoria’s Secret, and blushing the entire time, much to the amusement of both Tash and the store clerk, you bought yourself a nice ensemble, that was sexy but in a tasteful understated way.
“You look great, maybe just a little more lipstick.” You puckered your lips as Natasha applied another coat of dark red.
You glanced down at your dress, running your hands over the expensive fabric, starting to second guess your choice. Maybe you should’ve gone for something a little less tight.
Her hand intercepted yours. “Don’t fret ______, you look gorgeous. He’ll love it, all of it.”
You sighed. “I’ve never been on a date like this before.”
She tilted her head quizzically. “What kind of dates have you been on before?”
Your face turned red, as you were once again forced to realize your dating inexperience. “The first was with the schools ‘leading man’,” You snickered. “Everyone thought he was so handsome and gifted, and was going to be the next big thing in Hollywood, I was never so sure though. We went to the movies, his choice of course, and lets just say I’ve never been into long winded dramas that go for four hours. He was kind of sweet, but our relationship only lasted about a month.”
She smirked, putting away her makeup. “Any others?”
“Well, I had pizza with one of the football players, though at the time I thought it was just as friends. Until he moved in for the kiss of course.” You winced, remembering the way he had unexpectedly lunged towards you.
Natasha glanced up, eyebrows raised. “Is that it?”
Shifting uncomfortably you replied. “Ahh, yeah…”
“I assumed there would’ve been more.” You took her statement as a compliment, though could have just as easily taken offence. She must’ve really thought you to be the serial dater type.
The salty night air caused you to shudder. You pulled the silk wrap Natasha had leant you closer to your body, shivering. This time the Helicarrier had decided to dock and take the guise of a ship. The ebony sky was nearly cloudless the moon a quarter of the way full, though the stars were almost invisible. Where ever you were it was near a large city of some sort. The low growl of an engine startled you out of your thoughts. Tensing, you were surprised by how quick your reaction time was now. Instead of jumping your body automatically took on a comfortable fighting stance. S.H.I.E.L.D had definitely changed you. The car that pulled up in front of you was beautiful, a true work of art. The shiny deep purple coloured Dodge Charger rumbled loudly, its chrome blower vibrating. Clint exited the vehicle with a wide grin, moving quickly to take your hand in his. He looked totally dapper, clothed in a fitted tuxedo, your mind automatically turned to thoughts of James Bond. Like a gentleman, he led you around the car, opening the door for you and helping you into the leather seats; it was real leather too, you could tell from the smell.
The rumble of the engine wasn’t as loud from inside the car, though it was still audible. When Clint settled himself in the driver’s side, you turned to him with a small smile; the nerves were beginning to take effect. “Nice car.”
He turned to you, eyes tracing the length of your body. “Nice dress, I’m beginning to consider having dessert first.”
You blushed, glancing down at your hands folded in your lap.
He chuckled, shifting the car into gear. “Don’t worry, I promise to play the proper gentleman tonight.”
You nodded wordlessly, staring out of the window into the night. You drove in silence for some time, though it wasn’t completely uncomfortable. It was a little odd being completely alone with Clint for once. You had gotten so used to frequent interruptions that it had become a way of life. You smiled as the car passed a few admiring citizens waiting to cross the road.
“So, which city are we in tonight?”
Clint smiled. “Brisbane. I was aiming for Sydney but no one would comply.”
You nodded. “Brisbane is good; Sydney is too over the top anyway, I mean what’s with that weird opera house?.”
He laughed. “Wait until I take you to Tokyo, you haven’t seen over the top yet.”
Clint pulled up outside of a large luxurious looking restaurant. A well groomed teenager rushed to open your door for you and help you out of the car. You smiled and thanked him quietly, not used to receiving such services. When Clint exited the car another man took his place in the driver’s seat. You couldn’t help but notice the way both men smiled at Clint in awe.
You linked your arm with his, flashing him a smile. “I think there are a few admirers of your car.”
He smiled smugly. “I don’t think it was my car they were admiring.”
Your brow furrowed as you tried to understand what he was talking about.
He chuckled, gently running his thumb over the line forming between your eyebrows. “The car isn’t the only beautiful thing I brought with me tonight.”
You raised an eyebrow still not comprehending.
He gently turned you to face a large plate glass window. “Look at yourself ______, take a real hard look.”
You saw him first. Tall, muscular, unbelievably handsome. How had you ever been capable of securing yourself such a guy? Then you caught the reflection of a woman. Her beautiful (h/c) hair was twisted into a sophisticated looking up do. Her body was lithe looking and her muscles were well developed. She wore a beautiful (f/c) cocktail dress that clung to all the right places and was neither too short nor too long. A smile slowly made its way onto her face, her (e/c) orbs sparkling in the soft lighting. Then you abruptly realized it was you. You marvelled at what Natasha had done to you. She had transformed you from a slightly plain awkward looking teenager into a woman that was very close to being as attractive as she was.
“You’re absolutely beautiful, by far the most beautiful woman I have ever been lucky to come across.”
You beamed up at him, heart skipping a beat. “Careful, I might end up conceited.”
He shrugged with a smirk. “I’d still choose you over any other woman in the world. Now come on, you must be starving.”