FIC According to Plan
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shanachie_quillTitle: According to Plan
Characters: Clint Barton/Tessa Monroe, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Avengers’ Assistants
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint and Tessa help Tony out with a little problem
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Just slight for the rest of the series
Warnings: Boys can be pigs, Tony’s a jerk, Girls can kick ass too
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, which is a shame because we’d see a whole lot more of Clint.
Author's Note: Yeah…I got nothing. Other than. I passed 30K for the month with my writing for today!! *dances around my room* And hopefully I’ll write something else soon. Thanks like usual to my girls, illfindmyway and whogeek.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“Yes.” Tessa didn’t look up from the program she was running on the tablet as it gathered surveillance of the surrounding area.
“But,” the man made a show of looking around the coffee shop, “you’re all alone. And there really aren’t any empty seats here.”
“I’m busy,” Tessa responded.
“I’d just like to share the table with you. Maybe a little light conversation,” the man continued.
“Persistent little annoyance, isn’t he?” Natasha’s voice said in Tessa’s ear. “Clint’s on his way in. Just stall for another second.”
“I’m waiting for someone,” Tessa replied.
“I’d be happy to keep you company while you wait,” the man quickly answered.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone that bad since Stark. And this guy’s not nearly as smooth,” Natasha gave another comment before Tessa could reply.
“No. I don’t think so. He doesn’t like it when I talk to strangers,” Tessa said, ignoring Natasha’s outright laughter at the comment.
“Are you waiting for your daddy?” the man asked in surprise.
“No, for her very possessive boyfriend,” Clint said from behind him and Tessa was amused to see the man jump about two feet in surprise. She hadn’t seen him approach, but it still didn’t startle her when he did. Clint leaned over, brushing a kiss across her lips. “Hi, baby. You about done?”
Tessa closed the surveillance program and got to her feet, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. “Yup. Just waiting for you.”
“You know, you don’t have to live in fear of him!” the man called after them.
Tessa turned back to face him, her hand digging into Clint’s arm so he wouldn’t respond to the man. “Who says I live in fear of him? He doesn’t do anything to me that I don’t want.”
“But you…you wouldn’t have a simple conversation…with…” the man stumbled over his words.
Tessa glared at him. “Because you’re a creepazoid trying to pick up women in a coffee shop.” She hauled Clint out of the shop before he could start laughing. “And don’t think we won’t have words about you calling me ‘baby’,” she informed him when they were on the street.
“Sugar lips?” he offered. “Pumpkin? Angel face? Doll? Light of my heart? Ow!” He rubbed his arm where she’d pinched him. “All right. Fine. I’ll stick to Tessie.”
“Good,” she told him. “Natasha, did you guys get the information?”
“We’ve got everything,” Natasha answered. “So Clint doesn’t have a term of endearment for you other than ‘Tessie’? Not even in bed?” she asked conversationally.
“How is that any of your business, Natasha?” Clint demanded.
“Nope,” Tessa answered. “Mostly because the first couple of times he tried, I dissolved into giggles. It was just…weird…hearing them from him. So he kinda gave up.”
“I did not!” Clint protested. “But it’s hard to…” He glared at the grin on her face as he realized she was teasing him. “Never mind.” They’d been strolling down the street as Natasha distracted him and now he paused. “Is this the place?” he asked in a low voice.
Tessa nodded, silently slipping a lock-picking kit from her pocket. As Clint kept watch, she expertly slipped the picks into placed and eased the lock open. Cracking the door centimeter by centimeter, she waited to be sure the alarm had already been disabled by someone in the van. As soon as she was sure, she started to open the door farther, but Clint’s hand on hers stopped her. “What?” she asked.
“I’m going first,” he replied.
“Seriously?”
He just glared at her in response and she relented, backing up and waving him forward. Clint eased the door open, slipping inside almost silently. When Tessa didn’t hear any sounds of a scuffle, she followed. “You do realize I’m not helpless, right?” she demanded as she caught up with him. “That I took care of myself for years before I hooked up with you. And that sending the sniper in as the scout is maybe not the best idea?”
Clint favored her with a look and indicated his ear, reminding her that everyone could hear her. “Which way?” he asked.
Tessa glared at him. “I know they can hear us. And right. We’re going right and up.”
“Much as we’re enjoying the Honeymooners, you two do have a job to do,” Tony broke in.
“Explain to me again why Tessa and I are doing this? And not you? Considering it’s your tech this guy snatched,” Clint said as he headed for the stairs.
Tessa threw up her hands behind him as he once again took the lead. “I swear to god, Clint. And we’re doing this because Stark and subtle do not exist in the same hemisphere. There’s an eighty percent chance we can get in and out without excessive damage.”
“It’s really rather difficult to sneak around a building when you’re carrying on a conversation at almost normal volume,” Natasha commented.
“Whispers carry farther,” Clint and Tessa chorused.
“Shut. Up!” Natasha gritted out.
Clint and Tessa exchanged grins, then Clint pointed at the door they’d reached. Tessa consulted the tablet she’d pulled from her backpack and shook her head. “Question and then we’re going silent because we’re almost there,” Tessa said. “Is this biological or mechanical, Stark? Or are we looking for files?”
For a moment there was no response and they stopped climbing. They knew they hadn’t lost the feed, but there was clearly something going on. Finally Tony responded, “You’re looking for one of the prototypes of the Iron Man suits and any files they’ve made.”
“We’re not going to be able to just carry that out,” Clint pointed out.
“I’m aware of that. There are semantics on Tessa’s tablet to show you how to disable it and set a self-destruct. Even you should be able to follow them,” Tony answered.
Tessa clapped her hand over Clint’s mouth before he could respond to that. “If not, I have an alternate plan.” Nudging him into motion, she instructed, “Start climbing, tough guy.”
When they reached the proper floor, Clint stopped Tessa before she could open the door. She looked at him in confusion as he slipped something into her hand. Glancing down, she found herself holding Beretta M9, and she quickly checked the clip as he retrieved his own weapon. When she looked up again, he was holding a small handheld crossbow. “I don't want to know where you got that, do I? Or where you had it stashed?"
“Probably not,” he agreed. “Ready?”
She pressed her lips to his quickly, ignoring the questions in her ear. “Straight down the hall. The office is the fifth door on the left.”
“So I’m going first?” he asked.
“Like I’m going to argue with you?” she replied.
“Oh for god’s sakes would one of you just go?” Tony commented over the comm. “Before someone notices I’ve turned off the alarms!”
Tessa rolled her eyes as Clint smirked. “We’re going,” he commented. Cracking the door, he checked the hallway before motioning Tessa out into it. “You did turn off the cameras, right?” he asked.
“Did I…what do you take me for?” Tony asked. “Of course I turned off the cameras. If nothing else I’m not going to risk the asset that Tessa is.”
Clint growled in response, but Tessa ran her finger across the back of his neck. When he glanced back at her, she mouthed, “Focus.” He took a deep breath and returned his attention to the hallway. “Stark, stop baiting him,” she said out loud.
“Aw, you’re no fu… ow!” Tony responded as a sharp slap echoed over the comms.
“You shouldn’t have any further difficulties,” Natasha spoke up.
“Please tell me you hit him somewhere it would leave a permanent mark?” Clint requested.
“Who says I hit him?” Natasha’s reply was prim.
Tessa grinned as she knelt in front of the door, quickly picking the lock. “We’re in,” she said a moment later as she pushed the door open. Clint followed her into the room; the two of them splitting up as they entered. “I’ve got the computer.” She handed her tablet off to him before he walked too far. “Hawkeye’s going for the suit.”
It wasn’t like he could miss the suit standing in the corner of the room and Clint tucked his crossbow away as he accessed the file that would help him find the access points he needed. He glanced up as he got to work to see Tessa seated at the computer, her gun within easy reach. She smiled at him when she caught his eye, but continued working.
For a few minutes, they worked in silence, then Clint sat back on his heels. “Minor problem,” he commented.
“Like people coming for us problem?” Tessa asked, picking up her gun.
“Nooo. Like the self-destruct was disabled problem,” Clint replied.
“Okay, we can… We can…” The sound of fingers snapping came over their comms. “Hang on. I’ve got it. There’s a back-up.”
“Relax, Stark,” Tessa said as she pushed to her feet. “That’s why there’s always a Plan Double B.” She pulled the drive she’d been using out of the computer and shoved it in her pocket. “I need my pack.”
Clint looked at her as she snapped her fingers to get him to hurry up. “Plan Double B?” he questioned.
She grinned as she dug through the backpack. “Yeah. Double B for big boom.”
“Teee-sssaa, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” he said as she began to pull blocks of C-4 out of her pack. “Not that I’m not… Never mind.” His eyes followed her movements as she worked.
Her grin turned wicked as she realized what his issue was. Patting him on the cheek, she told him, “Later.”
“Later, she says,” Clint muttered. “What are you…?” he started.
"Guys, blowing it sky high isn't exactly the definition of subtle," Natasha broke into their conversation.
"What did you think Stark's self-destruct was going to do?" Tessa replied as she concentrated on placing the explosives.
"It's called a controlled explosion," Tony responded.
"And this will be, too. Sort of."
Clint eyed what she was attempting. "You do know what you're doing, right?"
"In theory."
"In. Theory?"
Tessa looked up at him from where she was crouched on the floor. "Well...I had training in explosives, but it's been a few years."
"Okay, so this might not have been the best of ideas," Clint commented.
"Relax, I'm kidding. I know what I'm doing."
“Kids, you might want to hurry it up,” Tony said. “We don’t have an unlimited window here.”
“Did he really just call us ‘kids’?” Clint asked as he helped Tessa to our feet.
“Yup.” Tessa attached the detonator to the shoulder of the suit. “All right.” She turned to find that Clint had cleaned up the things she hadn’t used. “Perfect. Okay I’m gonna set the timer on this as soon as we’re ready to move. I don’t want to take a chance on a signal getting blocked by the floors.”
“Give yourselves enough time to get out of there,” Natasha cautioned.
“What part of ‘I do know what I’m doing’…?” Tessa rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She cut her eyes to Clint who had finished scouting the room and made sure there was no trace of them being there.
“Set it,” he ordered. “And let’s move.”
Meeting him at the door, she took her backpack from him and didn’t argue when he went through the door first this time. “Stark, are we clear?” she asked.
“You’ve got a clear run down and out,” Tony reported. “And as far as I can tell everything is off the server. And I want it on record that it is extremely hot that you carry C-4 around with you, Tessa.”
Clint stopped so suddenly that if Tessa hadn’t been watching him closely, she would have run right into his back. “Stark,” he growled. “Re-think your last statement before I get back to the van.”
“What? You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking it,” Tony protested. There was the sound of a scuffle and then Tony blurted out, “Ow! Ow! Ow! Damn, woman!”
“You’re teasing a man who can stalk you and you’ll never see him coming,” Natasha’s voice said. “Stop courting bruises.”
“If you really want a beating, Stark, you don’t need to make comments about Tessa to get it,” Clint added. “Just name the time and place.”
“Could we please shelve the testosterone for now?” Tessa asked. “Or I’m gonna knock both your heads together.”
Clint grinned at her as he opened the door to the ground level. “We’re clear. Coming out in five.”
“We’ll be there for pick-up,” Natasha answered. “Stay put until I give you…”
“Head out. There’s someone headed towards you,” Tony broke in. “Start walking north and we’ll pick you up.”
As they exited the building, Clint slipped his arm around Tessa’s shoulders and drew her close to him. She put her arm around his waist in return and hooked a finger in his belt loop, easily falling into step with him. “Are they on our six?” she asked in a low voice.
“No, you appear to be clear,” Natasha answered. “Keep walking though and turn the corner up ahead. We’re waiting.”
“Copy that,” Clint replied.
They rounded the corner to see Natasha leaning out of the open van door. Clint glanced around, then handed Tessa into the van before hauling himself in. He slammed the door as Tony took off down the street. “Well it’s nice to see that some things do go according to plan,” he commented from the driver’s seat.
Characters: Clint Barton/Tessa Monroe, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark
Fandom: Avengers
Series: Avengers’ Assistants
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: Clint and Tessa help Tony out with a little problem
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Just slight for the rest of the series
Warnings: Boys can be pigs, Tony’s a jerk, Girls can kick ass too
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, which is a shame because we’d see a whole lot more of Clint.
Author's Note: Yeah…I got nothing. Other than. I passed 30K for the month with my writing for today!! *dances around my room* And hopefully I’ll write something else soon. Thanks like usual to my girls, illfindmyway and whogeek.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“Yes.” Tessa didn’t look up from the program she was running on the tablet as it gathered surveillance of the surrounding area.
“But,” the man made a show of looking around the coffee shop, “you’re all alone. And there really aren’t any empty seats here.”
“I’m busy,” Tessa responded.
“I’d just like to share the table with you. Maybe a little light conversation,” the man continued.
“Persistent little annoyance, isn’t he?” Natasha’s voice said in Tessa’s ear. “Clint’s on his way in. Just stall for another second.”
“I’m waiting for someone,” Tessa replied.
“I’d be happy to keep you company while you wait,” the man quickly answered.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone that bad since Stark. And this guy’s not nearly as smooth,” Natasha gave another comment before Tessa could reply.
“No. I don’t think so. He doesn’t like it when I talk to strangers,” Tessa said, ignoring Natasha’s outright laughter at the comment.
“Are you waiting for your daddy?” the man asked in surprise.
“No, for her very possessive boyfriend,” Clint said from behind him and Tessa was amused to see the man jump about two feet in surprise. She hadn’t seen him approach, but it still didn’t startle her when he did. Clint leaned over, brushing a kiss across her lips. “Hi, baby. You about done?”
Tessa closed the surveillance program and got to her feet, swinging her bag onto her shoulder. “Yup. Just waiting for you.”
“You know, you don’t have to live in fear of him!” the man called after them.
Tessa turned back to face him, her hand digging into Clint’s arm so he wouldn’t respond to the man. “Who says I live in fear of him? He doesn’t do anything to me that I don’t want.”
“But you…you wouldn’t have a simple conversation…with…” the man stumbled over his words.
Tessa glared at him. “Because you’re a creepazoid trying to pick up women in a coffee shop.” She hauled Clint out of the shop before he could start laughing. “And don’t think we won’t have words about you calling me ‘baby’,” she informed him when they were on the street.
“Sugar lips?” he offered. “Pumpkin? Angel face? Doll? Light of my heart? Ow!” He rubbed his arm where she’d pinched him. “All right. Fine. I’ll stick to Tessie.”
“Good,” she told him. “Natasha, did you guys get the information?”
“We’ve got everything,” Natasha answered. “So Clint doesn’t have a term of endearment for you other than ‘Tessie’? Not even in bed?” she asked conversationally.
“How is that any of your business, Natasha?” Clint demanded.
“Nope,” Tessa answered. “Mostly because the first couple of times he tried, I dissolved into giggles. It was just…weird…hearing them from him. So he kinda gave up.”
“I did not!” Clint protested. “But it’s hard to…” He glared at the grin on her face as he realized she was teasing him. “Never mind.” They’d been strolling down the street as Natasha distracted him and now he paused. “Is this the place?” he asked in a low voice.
Tessa nodded, silently slipping a lock-picking kit from her pocket. As Clint kept watch, she expertly slipped the picks into placed and eased the lock open. Cracking the door centimeter by centimeter, she waited to be sure the alarm had already been disabled by someone in the van. As soon as she was sure, she started to open the door farther, but Clint’s hand on hers stopped her. “What?” she asked.
“I’m going first,” he replied.
“Seriously?”
He just glared at her in response and she relented, backing up and waving him forward. Clint eased the door open, slipping inside almost silently. When Tessa didn’t hear any sounds of a scuffle, she followed. “You do realize I’m not helpless, right?” she demanded as she caught up with him. “That I took care of myself for years before I hooked up with you. And that sending the sniper in as the scout is maybe not the best idea?”
Clint favored her with a look and indicated his ear, reminding her that everyone could hear her. “Which way?” he asked.
Tessa glared at him. “I know they can hear us. And right. We’re going right and up.”
“Much as we’re enjoying the Honeymooners, you two do have a job to do,” Tony broke in.
“Explain to me again why Tessa and I are doing this? And not you? Considering it’s your tech this guy snatched,” Clint said as he headed for the stairs.
Tessa threw up her hands behind him as he once again took the lead. “I swear to god, Clint. And we’re doing this because Stark and subtle do not exist in the same hemisphere. There’s an eighty percent chance we can get in and out without excessive damage.”
“It’s really rather difficult to sneak around a building when you’re carrying on a conversation at almost normal volume,” Natasha commented.
“Whispers carry farther,” Clint and Tessa chorused.
“Shut. Up!” Natasha gritted out.
Clint and Tessa exchanged grins, then Clint pointed at the door they’d reached. Tessa consulted the tablet she’d pulled from her backpack and shook her head. “Question and then we’re going silent because we’re almost there,” Tessa said. “Is this biological or mechanical, Stark? Or are we looking for files?”
For a moment there was no response and they stopped climbing. They knew they hadn’t lost the feed, but there was clearly something going on. Finally Tony responded, “You’re looking for one of the prototypes of the Iron Man suits and any files they’ve made.”
“We’re not going to be able to just carry that out,” Clint pointed out.
“I’m aware of that. There are semantics on Tessa’s tablet to show you how to disable it and set a self-destruct. Even you should be able to follow them,” Tony answered.
Tessa clapped her hand over Clint’s mouth before he could respond to that. “If not, I have an alternate plan.” Nudging him into motion, she instructed, “Start climbing, tough guy.”
When they reached the proper floor, Clint stopped Tessa before she could open the door. She looked at him in confusion as he slipped something into her hand. Glancing down, she found herself holding Beretta M9, and she quickly checked the clip as he retrieved his own weapon. When she looked up again, he was holding a small handheld crossbow. “I don't want to know where you got that, do I? Or where you had it stashed?"
“Probably not,” he agreed. “Ready?”
She pressed her lips to his quickly, ignoring the questions in her ear. “Straight down the hall. The office is the fifth door on the left.”
“So I’m going first?” he asked.
“Like I’m going to argue with you?” she replied.
“Oh for god’s sakes would one of you just go?” Tony commented over the comm. “Before someone notices I’ve turned off the alarms!”
Tessa rolled her eyes as Clint smirked. “We’re going,” he commented. Cracking the door, he checked the hallway before motioning Tessa out into it. “You did turn off the cameras, right?” he asked.
“Did I…what do you take me for?” Tony asked. “Of course I turned off the cameras. If nothing else I’m not going to risk the asset that Tessa is.”
Clint growled in response, but Tessa ran her finger across the back of his neck. When he glanced back at her, she mouthed, “Focus.” He took a deep breath and returned his attention to the hallway. “Stark, stop baiting him,” she said out loud.
“Aw, you’re no fu… ow!” Tony responded as a sharp slap echoed over the comms.
“You shouldn’t have any further difficulties,” Natasha spoke up.
“Please tell me you hit him somewhere it would leave a permanent mark?” Clint requested.
“Who says I hit him?” Natasha’s reply was prim.
Tessa grinned as she knelt in front of the door, quickly picking the lock. “We’re in,” she said a moment later as she pushed the door open. Clint followed her into the room; the two of them splitting up as they entered. “I’ve got the computer.” She handed her tablet off to him before he walked too far. “Hawkeye’s going for the suit.”
It wasn’t like he could miss the suit standing in the corner of the room and Clint tucked his crossbow away as he accessed the file that would help him find the access points he needed. He glanced up as he got to work to see Tessa seated at the computer, her gun within easy reach. She smiled at him when she caught his eye, but continued working.
For a few minutes, they worked in silence, then Clint sat back on his heels. “Minor problem,” he commented.
“Like people coming for us problem?” Tessa asked, picking up her gun.
“Nooo. Like the self-destruct was disabled problem,” Clint replied.
“Okay, we can… We can…” The sound of fingers snapping came over their comms. “Hang on. I’ve got it. There’s a back-up.”
“Relax, Stark,” Tessa said as she pushed to her feet. “That’s why there’s always a Plan Double B.” She pulled the drive she’d been using out of the computer and shoved it in her pocket. “I need my pack.”
Clint looked at her as she snapped her fingers to get him to hurry up. “Plan Double B?” he questioned.
She grinned as she dug through the backpack. “Yeah. Double B for big boom.”
“Teee-sssaa, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” he said as she began to pull blocks of C-4 out of her pack. “Not that I’m not… Never mind.” His eyes followed her movements as she worked.
Her grin turned wicked as she realized what his issue was. Patting him on the cheek, she told him, “Later.”
“Later, she says,” Clint muttered. “What are you…?” he started.
"Guys, blowing it sky high isn't exactly the definition of subtle," Natasha broke into their conversation.
"What did you think Stark's self-destruct was going to do?" Tessa replied as she concentrated on placing the explosives.
"It's called a controlled explosion," Tony responded.
"And this will be, too. Sort of."
Clint eyed what she was attempting. "You do know what you're doing, right?"
"In theory."
"In. Theory?"
Tessa looked up at him from where she was crouched on the floor. "Well...I had training in explosives, but it's been a few years."
"Okay, so this might not have been the best of ideas," Clint commented.
"Relax, I'm kidding. I know what I'm doing."
“Kids, you might want to hurry it up,” Tony said. “We don’t have an unlimited window here.”
“Did he really just call us ‘kids’?” Clint asked as he helped Tessa to our feet.
“Yup.” Tessa attached the detonator to the shoulder of the suit. “All right.” She turned to find that Clint had cleaned up the things she hadn’t used. “Perfect. Okay I’m gonna set the timer on this as soon as we’re ready to move. I don’t want to take a chance on a signal getting blocked by the floors.”
“Give yourselves enough time to get out of there,” Natasha cautioned.
“What part of ‘I do know what I’m doing’…?” Tessa rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She cut her eyes to Clint who had finished scouting the room and made sure there was no trace of them being there.
“Set it,” he ordered. “And let’s move.”
Meeting him at the door, she took her backpack from him and didn’t argue when he went through the door first this time. “Stark, are we clear?” she asked.
“You’ve got a clear run down and out,” Tony reported. “And as far as I can tell everything is off the server. And I want it on record that it is extremely hot that you carry C-4 around with you, Tessa.”
Clint stopped so suddenly that if Tessa hadn’t been watching him closely, she would have run right into his back. “Stark,” he growled. “Re-think your last statement before I get back to the van.”
“What? You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking it,” Tony protested. There was the sound of a scuffle and then Tony blurted out, “Ow! Ow! Ow! Damn, woman!”
“You’re teasing a man who can stalk you and you’ll never see him coming,” Natasha’s voice said. “Stop courting bruises.”
“If you really want a beating, Stark, you don’t need to make comments about Tessa to get it,” Clint added. “Just name the time and place.”
“Could we please shelve the testosterone for now?” Tessa asked. “Or I’m gonna knock both your heads together.”
Clint grinned at her as he opened the door to the ground level. “We’re clear. Coming out in five.”
“We’ll be there for pick-up,” Natasha answered. “Stay put until I give you…”
“Head out. There’s someone headed towards you,” Tony broke in. “Start walking north and we’ll pick you up.”
As they exited the building, Clint slipped his arm around Tessa’s shoulders and drew her close to him. She put her arm around his waist in return and hooked a finger in his belt loop, easily falling into step with him. “Are they on our six?” she asked in a low voice.
“No, you appear to be clear,” Natasha answered. “Keep walking though and turn the corner up ahead. We’re waiting.”
“Copy that,” Clint replied.
They rounded the corner to see Natasha leaning out of the open van door. Clint glanced around, then handed Tessa into the van before hauling himself in. He slammed the door as Tony took off down the street. “Well it’s nice to see that some things do go according to plan,” he commented from the driver’s seat.
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