Deceitful Love, chapter one.

There are a few things that a high-class assassin does not expect to come home to after a three month long mission on the other side of the world.

First, you never really get used to having a home where you can stumble into and dump all your belongings on the floor and walk around in your underwear. However, assassins are trained to be prepared, and there's always a gun hanging by my side in my hand.

Aside from that, you never really expect to find a goddamned dog waiting for you inside. The black and white Border collie had knots all in his hair and was sitting expectantly in front of me, tail wagging and tongue hanging out of its mouth in the dopiest of ways. The only thing that I could muster in my mind; Clint was crazy.

I let out a humourless laugh and walked around the mutt, raising an eyebrow as it followed in my stead and looked up at me like I was his master.

"Oh no, you go give those puppy eyes to Clint. I'm not feeding you." I muttered, feeling slightly stupid for talking to an animal in the first place, but it was late and I was tired and there was a fucking dog in my apartment.

Oh, another thing you don't expect is to round the corner to the small shitty kitchen to grab a bottle of water, only to see the fridge door was wide open and the ass belonging to a slim, tall woman was poking out of the doorway.

Yeah, that gun did come in handy sometimes.

I raised it in my steady hand and waited for the woman behind the door to stand up. She had a bottle of my sparkling water tucked under her arm and had exceptionally messy bed hair, her lacy underwear and bra the only thing covering her slim body.

She let the long blonde locks fall out of her face before turning to close the fridge, and her brown eyes widened in shock as I stood there with an extremely irritated look on my face, gun pointed to the bitch who was drinking my water and a dog wagging it's tail innocently beside me.

"Morse." I greeted flatly, narrowing my eyes as she let the fridge door swing shut with a thump and regained her composure, a blush creeping up her neck at her near-nudity.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry, Natasha, I-"

"Just had mad sex with my partner?" I finished, cocking my head to the side and dropping my gun to the table, walking past her and retrieving my own bottle of water from the fridge and downing half the contents. The dog followed happily.

She puffed her cheeks out and ran a hand through her messy hair, fingers getting caught in the knots and tangles throughout the locks. "He didn't tell me you were coming home," she sighed, changing the obvious subject. I scoffed.

"Of course not, why would he?" I said sarcastically, and my irritation rose as she thought I was actually being serious.

Head bobbing up and down vigorously as she nodded her agreement, a very shirtless and bed-headed Clint rounded the corner, paused mid step, let his eyes flicker from Bimbo-Bobbi to me and back again, raised his hands in innocence, turned back around and dashed away. The dog followed enthusiastically.

Clint Barton was a dead man.


Just a glimpse of chapter 1 to my next story, Deceitful Love. It is indeed the sequel to I Kill Men Like You, but has a very different take of events then you would think. It IS a Clintasha fic, don't fret, but you know, who doesn't love a jealous Hawkeye and Black Widow?

Review what you think so far. The rest of the chapter will be posted when I finish it and officially start Deceitful Love. Stay tuned!

And another thankyou for all the support. You make my day!

PS. I will be going through and editing I Kill Men Like You because I have found MANY mistakes that need fixing. And this story is set three years after Natasha joined S.H.I.E.L.D :)