11 // The Party

                                    

                                          
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Natasha Romanoff POV
                          
Today's the day. It's Cap's birthday. He's like my bestfriend. He'd always been there for me, no matter what. I was the one to plan the surprise party, so I was pretty excited.

                          
Clint and I were in charge of surprising him. And now, all I'm waiting for is Clint. He's as slow as an old lady. He's been in the toilet for a while now, and I'm kinda worried if we were going to be late. 
                          
"CLINTTTTT, HURRY UP, YOU'RE SLOW AS AN OLD LADY, QUICK." I shouted from the balcony. 
                          
"Coming Nat!! Hey does this look good on me?" He asked. He's one vain-pot. 
                          
"Yes Clint, you look good no matter what, can we leave now?" I replied back while slipping on my favourite pair of converse that matches my outfit. 
                          
"Awww Nat, you're so sweet." He giggled. 
                          
"You're welcome." I said as I winked at him and got into the car. 
                          
"So what's our plan Nat?" He questioned. 
                          
"Well, my plan is we go to Cap's place, call him out and blindfold him. Then, I'll drive the car in circles so making sure that he has no clue about his whereabouts at all, then we'll drive to the Stark Tower. Sounds good?" I explained as we were approaching Cap's place. 
                          
"Hmm, yeah, sounds great." Clint replied back. 
                          
So we got out of the car, and knocked on Cap's door. A few moments later, Cap showed up. 
                          
"Ready to go, birthday boy?" I asked, smiling. 
                          
"Haha hey Nat, hey Clint. Yeah I'm ready." Cap replied back. 
                          
We did as what I had told Clint in the car earlier on. After the rounds of spinning, Cap felt nauseous and wanted to throw up. Clint and I were having the time of our lives and we were laughing our asses off as we saw how Cap turned green and badly wanted to puke. 
                          
Clint Barton POV 
                          
Now, we were heading to the Stark Tower and the party would be starting soon. A few minutes later, we reached and took out Cap's blindfold. We entered the tower. I gotta say, I was quite impressed by Bruce's decoration skills. The blue, red and white balloons were arranged nicely. Everything was in place. I could see Cap grinning widely from ear to ear, like a 5 year-old boy who just entered a chocolate factory. 
                          
The cupcakes were neatly placed on blue plates and the ice cream was placed on the table. It was like every patriotic American's dream birthday party, but for this case, it's like Cap's dream come true. 
                          
"So, how you'd like your party? Nat was the one who planned all this." I said pointing to Nat. 
                          
"Th...this...is absolutely....perfect. Thanks guys, and Nat especially, for taking time to plan this party. It's beautiful." He said, almost with tears in his eyes. 
                          
"You're most welcome, Cap." Nat said with a huge smile. 
                          
The party had officially started and music started playing. Soon, Agent Fury, Agent Coulson, Agent Peggy, and Pepper arrived. They all gave presents to Cap and started partying too. I went to get some drinks at the counter, and saw Bruce. I decided to chat with him, as we hadn't talk for a while now. I saw Nat talking to Cap, so I think she would be fine. 
                          
Natasha Romanoff POV
                          
"So, Cap, liking your party?" I asked, sipping some of my drink. 
                          
"Yeah yeah, its perfect. Thank you so much Natasha." He said, with a huge smile plastered across his face. 
                          
"No problem, Steve." I replied, smiling. 
                          
Suddenly, out of no where, he started leaning in. Oh no, is he doing what I think he is? Seconds later, we were not very far apart. He leaned in closer. I leaned in too and we were 2cm apart. He leaned in closer and started to get closer to me. I leaned in for awhile, and then I pulled back. What was I thinking? I cant do this to Clint. It isn't fair at all. 
                          
"I...I'm so..sorry Steve, I ju...just cant do this. I have Clint already, and I don't want to cause any trouble. I'm so sorry." I said as I walked back. 
                          
"Nah, its okay, I understand. Clint's a lucky guy to have you. Hey um, le..let's pretend um this ne..never happened, okay?" He asked, probably feeling guilty too. Wait. Did he just say that Clint's a lucky guy to have me? Di..did he just confess to me? I'm confused right now. 
                          
"Yeah, yeah sure." I replied back. We soon went our ways and I started looking for Clint. 
                          
Clint was drinking with Bruce, probably drunk. He gets drunk very easily. I checked the clock and it was already 1 in the morning. Clint was badly drunk and soon started talking gibberish. I took him by his hand and after a tough time, managed to get him in the car. 
                          
"G..go awa..y I...i wan..want my.. my Na..tash..a R..oman..off. Sh..she's m..my an..ang..el. Sh..she's min..ne a..and no o..one ca..can ta..take her. No..w ba..ack off." He blurted out. Aww, this guy is so sweet, although he's badly drunk. Now I had to drive home before he pukes on me. 
                          
A few minutes later, we reached home and I had to piggyback him to the couch. Damn he was heavy. I got a wet towel and put it over his forehead. He was having a slight fever. I felt smelly and dirty so I decided to get in the shower and take a refreshing bath.
                          
After the bath, I put on a oversized pullover and a pair of shorts. I went out and checked on Clint on the couch. 
I placed my hand on his forehead and thankfully, his fever had subsided. I went back to the bed and let Clint sleep there for the night. I kissed Clint on his cheek and whispered 'Good night Birdboy' and went to the bedroom. I was tired and fell into deep sleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.