Dedicated to Yavanna80 who requested this. I hope this is something like what you wanted.

'Why does it have to be me? Natasha doesn't leave until next week, and I'm sure there's other agents around. But no. I have to flirt my way through the mission with none other than my long-term crush, Clint Barton, watching my every move. Great.'

You looked around as you turned the next corner, the bright lights almost blinding me. 'How do the criminals get better lighting than SHIELD?!' Your skinny black jeans and tight skimpy top were slightly uncomfortable, but you needed them to 'enhance my assets': Nick Fury's words, not yours. You presented my fake badge and entered the leaders office.

"Feisty and hot? Why wasn't this arranged earlier?" The muscled, tattooed man drawled. You had spoken on the phone previously, but this transaction had to be in person.

"I'm glad I kept trying." You looked him up and down, pretending to like what you saw.

"You want a drink, sugar?" He asked, making his way over to a shelf of whiskey.

"Only the finest, thank you." You replied lightly, as you took a seat. As he took his seat, you moved yours closer, leaning forward over the desk. You didn't fail to notice his eyes never leaving your chest as you mkved, but didn't let on.

"So..." You began in a low, quiet voice.

"You say you need a file?"

"Please." You respond, batting your eyelashes.

"And you promise you only need them for that one thing?." He asked, also leaning over the desk. Exposing a vibrantly coloured tattoo of a mostly naked woman in a... Compromising... Pose. You darted you eyes over it, and matched his brown eyes again.

"That's not the only thing I can promise." You winked and moved back slightly. "But back to business."

He also leaned back in his chair, eyes constantly flicking between your own, your lips, and your bust. "You know, I'm not entirely sure I'm ready to give it up." He coaxed, rocking back and forth.

In your ear you heard Clint growl. 'Maybe I'm taking too long? He can wait, we need this file.' You ignored your mission partner and stood, walking over to the leader. He smirked as you sat across his lap. "Really?" You whispered in his ear, ensuring to brush your nose against the stubble on his chin, as you bought your head back. "I guess I'll have to leave then." You stood once more and sat back in your own seat.

"Wait." You looked up through your lashes, as he opened a drawer in the desk, pulling out a thick brown file. "I'll see you very soon."

The moment the file was in your hands, Clint shot the guards and burst the door. Before he could realise what had happened, you'd put down the file and moved round the desk. A few punches and moves you had learnt of Natasha, and the leader was floored, croaking his last breathes.

"No you won't." You stated coldly, picking up the file and leaving, ensuring to swish your hips.

****

The flight back to HQ was quiet. Yes you'd taken longer to get the files than originally planned, but Clint was never usually this bothered if a mission overran. The silent treatment continued at SHIELD, until you decided to corner him after the debrief.

"Clint." You shouted down the hall. "Oi! Barton!" He finally stopped and turned to face you, the unusual look on his face scared you.

"What is it, (Y/N)?" The deadpan tone was not the Clint you knew. 'Had he found out about your crush?' "I'm busy."

"What's happened, Clint? Something on the mission bugged you. Please tell me!" You begged.

"I just...." You placed your hand on his shoulder.

"Please tell me, Clint."

"Fine. I didn't like how he looked at you and... What you did in there." He snapped, looking at the ground.

"Wait.... Clint what do you think happened in there?"

"Well..... You know...." You caught on. Pulling him into a hug.

"Clint, nothing close to that happened." He looked up again, happier, the Clint you knew. 'Why? were you jealous." You sang at him. He blushed, much to your surprise.

"I just don't want to see you exploiting yourself." Clint blushed harder, trying to explain his way out of it. He looked up to meet your amazed eyes. 'He likes me!'

Clint flicked his eyes down to your lips and back, before crushing his lips, finally, onto yours. You both lost yourself in the kiss, Clint pushing you back against the wall, breaking away panting.

"Plus you were taking too long."

"I can take all the time in the world." You whispered in his ear, in a low voice. You moved back, your pupils blown wide matched Clint's.

"We had better tell Fury you're not flirting to get him anything anymore."

"I get all tingly when you take control like that, Clint."

Sorry for the lack of updates, I really am. I had Duke of Edinburgh and I broke my phone half way through But I am back now, so there should be more this week