First foray into Avengers universe. Plus my keyboard sucks and the keys stick, so no comments about my spelling. Was inspired to write this after watching the video of Rosario Dawson and Jeremy Renner. You know the one! Is it just me, or is he really sexy when he says "Predatory"? Anyways, I love writing songfics. Dont hold it against me. Italics are Nat, Underlined is Clint. Anywho, Dont own the Avengers. Wish I did. We all wish we did.


Natasha flopped, rather gracefully, onto the leather sofa next to Pepper, a bored sigh crossing her lips. The two women had been left up to their own devices while the boys went out on their own on a "Mission". Life without them was proving to be more boring than relaxing. Natasha had just finished a five minute long rant against the "egotistical, cave-dwelling, neanderthals" and was ,again, bored. She glanced over at Pepper to see a devilish-I'm-up-to-something smile that would have looked more at home on Tony than his angelic, eternally patient wife.

"I have a few calls to make!"


The transport landed on the roof of Stark Tower without incident. The boys ran into the main building, high fiving, and congratulating each other on another job well done. Except Bruce, whoe's eyes switched back and forth uneasily.

"Take it easy, Green Guy." Tony said clappings hand, still covered in armor, on the nervous man's shoulder.

Bruce recovered quickly from almost being sent into the floor. "I'm just more than a little worried about how the girls are going to react to us leaving them behind. Especially Natasha." This sentance soon had them all looking a little nervous. Except HawkEye, who was a tad upset about Banner using Nat's first name, until his sensative hearing picked up a rythmic sound, that sounded like...singing?

Apparenty their not that mad. Their listening to music."

Put at ease, the boys continued into the common room, confident that they were in no danger. At least, not physically.


The ladies had taken the liberty of rearranging the furniture so that the sofa was in front of the doorway that they were standing in, and in the middle of the room, facing the couch was Natasha. The image burned into their retinas was one that Clint would forever wish to forcibly remove from their heads. She was wearing her usual catsuit but was moving in ways that was more sexual than if she had been totally naked. Steve was trying to look away, but found it impossible. Banner loked at her appreciativly, the sam way a man would admire a beautful, poisonous reptile. With fear and respect. Thor was openly staring, and Stark had pulled out a handful of singles. Emerald met smoke across the room, and they flashed defiantly. With a toss of her hair, she began to sing in a voice that was as sinfully smoky as his eyes.

Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered around and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
Out through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my suprise

He felt his mouth go dry. That was the first song he had ever heard her sing. A flash of movement from beneath him caugh is attention. It was Pepper, holding the other microphone. Without a second thought, he dropped his most prized posession to the floor, his bow and quiver, vaulted over the back of the couch, and joined her.

The only one who could ever reach me

Was the son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me

Was the son of a preacher man

Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was

The girls were suddenly transfixed. No one knew that Clint had such a god-given-talent-that-he-should-be-singing-professionly-insead-of-saving-the-world voice. The boys, seeing their sudden interest, were not happy. True, it was their own fault, for leaving the girls behind, yet the gleam in Pepper's eyes still promised further punishment.

Bein' good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is alright
He'd kiss and tell me everything is alright
Can I get away again tonight?

Pepper tossed something small and brightly colored to Natasha, which she caught deftly. It looked like some sort of sucker. The blood drain from Clint's upper torso and dropped to the lower half of his body as she took a moment to wrap her tongue around it. She looked up and threw a sexy glance his way. She knew exactly what she was doing to him! His own eyes narrowed in response. Let the games begin!

The only one who could ever reach me

Was the son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me

Was the son of a preacher man

Yes he was, he was, oh lord knows he was

Tony shook his head lightly. How could they not realize the chemistry between themselves? It was palpable whenever they walked into the same room. The air sizzled, static danced, and Thor had nothing to do with it! Something had to be done about them before they set his beloved tower on fire, an image that Tony Stark did not like. That's when he began to devise his own devious little plan.

How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowin'
Lookin' to see how much we're growin'

Clint and Tasha's eyes met. The same thought was playing through each of their minds. She had found him on the tenth floor of the building he had been using as his snipers nest. A few cuts from going through a plate glass window, and some bruises from landing on his quiver, but nothing fatal. Terrified and relieved the same time, she had hauled him up bodily and kissed him with bruising force. He had responded in kind. From that day on, they had been stealing kisses whenever possible.

The only one who could ever reach me

Was the son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me

Was the son of a preacher man

Yes he was, he was, oh lord knows he was

The only boy who could ever reach me

He was a sweet talkin' son of a preacher man

The only boy who could ever teach me

Was the son of a preacher man

Natasha was finally starting to let loose and enjoy herself. She pulled the microphone from his hands and tossed it to Pepper, who caught it with a wink. Whipping back, she pushed, throwing him off balance and sending him ito a nearby chair. Planting her feet, she looked him straight in the eye, and finished the song alone.

The only one who could ever move me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever groove me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh yeah yeah yes he was

She ended the song on a high, after a smattering ofapplause Tony cleared his throat. "So...we are probably gonna have to pay for leaving you girls behind in some subtle way."

"Trust me...Its not gonna be that subtle."


Love it, tell me. Hate it, keep it to yourself. Took longer to write because I kept stopping and watching JLR videos on you tube. Anyway, going to start on the sequel. Keep reading! btw, do not own the song in anyway. Leave me alone.