THE BLARING MUSIC didn't bother Y/N as he was occupied with his thoughts. He sat at the bar, stirring the alcoholic drink before taking a sip from it.

He can see the dance floor behind him through the mirror on the shelves storing the many bottles of booze. Multicolored lights bounced throughout the room as club-goers continued their fun.

Y/N adjusted the collar of his denim button-up shirt after placing his drink back down. He continued looking at the mirror, suddenly seeing a familiar looking woman.

"Hey, handsome." She greeted with a smirk. Y/N turned around, immediately fixated on her green eyes. She wore a bright red dress that complimented her petite frame but also lauded the curvaceous features she had. Her blonde hair also caught his eye, it actually looked good on her.

"Hey." He greeted back with a smile. "What brings a beautiful dame like you here?"

"A lady can't go clubbing?"

"At least not here. I've been to better places." He replied, then spoke in Russian, "люди здесь не мои любимые (The folks here aren't my favorite)."

She laughed. "Я обязательно буду следить за своей спиной (I'll make sure to watch my back)."

The woman glanced to her left and spotted another man looking at her. She immediately spoke again.

"Care to dance?"

Y/N sipped his drink. "I'm not the dancing type."

"So you're just just going to sit around and drink? Come on." She grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the bar, the two of them walking into the crowd of club-goers.

The electronic music continued to play, and Y/N honestly wasn't used to such tunes. He started to dance either way, despite his remark earlier of not being much of a dancer.

He continued dancing with her as the rhythm dictated their movements. They got closer, and to his surprise, she turned around and began to grind against him. He went along with it and placed his hands on her hips.

"Is he looking?" She asked into his ear as they danced. He heard her question despite the blaring music.

"Yes, he is." He replied after a quick glance towards the edge of the dance floor.

She smirked. "At least we're getting his attention."

Still moving to the rhythm, the two continued their dance. With Y/N still behind her, she brought her arm back and ran her hand along his hair. Her face was tilted backwards and near his, only mere inches from each other. He didn't know how far they would go with this, but started to bring his lips closer anyways. She did the same, but the voice of a man stopped them before they can make contact.

"Привет (Hey)." He said as he walked up to them, then faced the woman. "Фактически, я свободен. Давай поговорим (In fact, I am free. Let's talk.)"

She smiled and parted from Y/N. She grabbed the other man's hand then turned to face her dance partner.

"Have a great night."

She walked off with the man, leaving Y/N in the middle of the dance floor alone. He watched as they disappeared and let out a chuckle, shaking his head in the process.

Undercover work was interesting, especially with Natasha.

• • •

THE RUSSIAN MAN walked through the corridor of the hotel. He knocked on his date's door, and was soon answered by the blonde woman.

"ты рано (You're early)." Natasha remarked at the door.

The man smiled as he walked in. "Что ж, милый, ты меня возбуждаешь. Особенно после— (Well, darling, you excite me. Especially after—)"

Suddenly, he turned to his left and saw Y/N behind the door with his arms crossed.

"Hola." He greeted with a smirk.

Before he can react, Natasha hit him in the back of the head and knocked him out. Y/N shut the door as he looked at the man's unconscious body.

"Hola? Really?" She asked him.

"I wanted to throw in some of my Spanish." He replied. "Did you see the look on his face?"

The man was tied to a chair. Natasha had taken off her blonde wig and got out of her club attire, now simply wearing sweats and a tank top. Y/N had replaced his denim button-up with a more breathable dark-blue compression shirt.

Their captive stirred awake and tried to recall where he was. He soon remembered how he got into this situation.

"Блядь! Тебе это не сойдет с рук, сука. (Fuck! You won't get away with this, bitch!)" He exclaimed with a grunt.

"No need with the Russian anymore, Edik. We know you were born in the States." Natasha replied.

He glared at the two of them before grumbling. "The Black Widow. The Freedom Fighter. With you on Luchkov's radar, I should've known."

"Good to know my name's out there, too." Y/N chimed in, which garnered an eye roll from Natasha.

"We know he deals weapons somewhere in the Kapotnya District. Care to tell us where?" She asked.

"You expect me to tell you where my boss's base of operations is?" He replied with a laugh. "S.H.I.E.L.D must not be as smart as I thought."

"Smart? Debatable." Natasha said, then looked at Y/N. He started walking over to the window by Edik. She continued, "Resourceful? Yes."

Y/N elbowed the window of their fifth floor hotel room and shattered the glass. He immediately lifted Edik along with the chair he was tied to and dangled him out of it.

"Shit! What are you doing?" He exclaimed.

"It looks like I'm about to drop you five stories down, Edik." Y/N answered. "Better give the lady what she wants."

Natasha chuckled to herself as she watched him threaten the arms dealer. It intrigued her seeing the intimidating side of Y/N.

"You're crazy!" Edik shouted.

"No, you're just making me impatient." He shot back.

He dangled Edik further out which scared him even more. "Fine! Fine!"

After hearing his plea, Y/N brought him back inside and place him down. Edik let out breaths of exhaustion and fright as Y/N crossed his arms. He stood beside Natasha.

"Better start talking."

• • •

THE TWO AGENTS started prepping in the back of their van. Natasha finished zipping up her suit as Y/N strapped his boots.

"You sure scared the crap out of Edik." She remarked as she checked the ammo of her handgun.

He adjusted the batons on his utility built and picked up his helmet. "Glad it worked. A part of me didn't actually want to see him splat several stories down."

"Awww, someone has a heart." She jested and exited the van. Y/N followed her out and shut the doors. They walked towards the building they were parked in front of.

"Pretty good moves back there. You danced before?" She abruptly asked.

He remembered their ruse back at the club a couple hours ago. "Uh, not in that way."

"Clubbing must be a new thing for you."

"From what I remember from the 60's, it wasn't much of a thing. Especially that...uh..."

Natasha noticed his pause and lightly chuckled. She did recall his surprise on how she danced with him.

"Sorry about that, but it's the trend nowadays in nightclubs. But you went along with it fine."

"Might have to go clubbing more often then." He replied, eyes still fixated on the building in front of them. They had already laid out there plan in the van.

"So you can get that experience with other women?" She asked.

"Nah. I can take you, show me some more moves you've learned." He slightly smirked. "Whenever you're free of course."

"When am I ever free?" She said with a chuckle, then shot her grappling hook towards a second floor window. She rappelled up and crashed through the glass, engaging with the goons up there.

Y/N went up to the front doors and kicked them open, the arms dealers immediately alerted of his presence.

Two of them ran down the hallway to engage the Freedom Fighter, but the agent deftly parried the first goon's punch and countered with a haymaker to the face. He flipped him over and quickly roundhouse kicked the second goon across the jaw.

Another man came into the hallway and raised his rifle, but Y/N grabbed one of his batons and threw it. It bounced off the wall and hit the nozzle of the man's gun, causing him to miss.

The baton ricocheted back into his hand and Y/N threw his second baton immediately afterwards, this time hitting the man square in the face. He then used his first billy-club to grapple the legs of the gunmen, pulling him onto the floor.

Y/N continued down the hallway and encountered another arms dealer. He didn't do much though, as the agent swiftly leaped off the wall and used his momentum to knock him out with a single spinning-kick.

He spoke into his comms. "Nat. The first floor is clear. Status?"

There was no response.

"Romanoff?"

Suddenly, the door beside Y/N flung open and he was tackled by a large burly man. He crashed into the nearby room and laid on the floor as the goon stood over him.

"You're bigger than the others." Y/N remarked as he got up. "You must be the one who eats the leftovers from the employee fridge."

The man grabbed Y/N by the collar and lifted him up, but he countered by hitting the sides of his head with both hands. He let him go and stumbled back from the impact.

"All right." Y/N breathed out. He connected both his batons and formed a staff. "Let's go."

The large man bellowed and swung his arms to hit him, but Y/N parried the attacks with his staff. He hit his knee and then his face, but the man kept trying to attack.

Y/N read the man's moves closely. Every attack and block he did was processed into his memory, even the spots on the floor where the man would place his feet after each punch.

They continued to fight and Y/N ultimately leaped over the man. He kicked him in the pit of his knee and brought him down, then spun around and kicked him in the back.

He fell onto his stomach, then got on one knee as he tried to get up. He looked forward, only for his neck to be wrapped in the wire of Freedom Fighter's billy-club.

Y/N leaped towards the man and kicked him square in the face, knocking the weakened goon out cold. The wire unwrapped itself from the man's neck and retracted back into the baton.

He panted as he looked down at the goon's unconscious body. Black Widow walked into the room and saw the fellow agent.

"Looks like I missed the fun." She joked.

"The rest of the building clear?" He asked, placing his batons back onto his belt.

"Yeah. They got some shipments in, but not the whole thing. I already alerted the agency."

"Okay. That should be enough to scare Luchkov."

The two started walking out of the room.

"Fury called." She said out of the blue.

Y/N smiled. "Ah. What does good ol' Saint Nick want?"

"He wants you down in Nevada for something. Barton's gonna be there."

"Are you coming?"

"No. I'm staying here in case Luchkov gets out of his hole."

Y/N sighed. A part of him didn't want to have Natasha continue the operation alone. He took off his helmet.

"You gonna be okay doing this by yourself? I can tell Fury to give me a rain check."

She chuckled. "Yeah, I don't think that's something you can ask him for."

They exited the building and immediately saw a couple S.H.I.E.L.D vehicles rolling up to detain the criminals. He figured he can get a ride back to the airport.

"At least they have the second half of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s finest on the case." He said, but then remembered Clint. "Or is it a third?"

"I'm telling Clint you forgot about him."

He laughed as he started walking away.

"Well, like I said, watch your back here. Don't go out clubbing unless it's with me."

"Yeah, I don't think so. I'm never wearing that dress again." She replied with her arms crossed.

He turned around as he walked. "Never?"

"You heard me."

"Awww, you're no fun."

They shared laughs, and Y/N continued on. Natasha smiled for a bit, enjoying the back and forth her and the agent would have. She then walked away as well to check in with the other S.H.I.E.L.D operatives on the scene.