Director Fury's Office
"It had been an ordinary mission at first. They had studied the files, swapping them at exactly the same time. There was a deadly group of human traffickers who had hit Detroit, Chicago, and Boston. The SHIELD profilers reported that the next target was New York City. Agents Barton and Romanoff were placed undercover in the same apartment building that the ringleaders were assumed to live. The task was a simple AED. It all went wrong when they were deceived by a dirty SHIELD agent, who, it turns out, liked the kinds of girls that the traffickers supplied. Agents Barton and Romanoff were subdued and taken captive. Their comms had been on, and Agent Coulson and I had been listening, as they were debriefing us on their progress. Agent Coulson immediately ordered an extraction team. It took us 28 hours to reach their location-" Agent Maria Hill was cut off by her boss.
"That's enough for now, Hill, thank you," Nick fury squeezed the bridge of his nose. Maria gave a slight nod and left the office quickly. She wanted to see if there was any progress in the health of her two favorite assassins. When she walked into the shared hospital room, she found Phil, who was sitting by the door in an uncomfortable-looking chair, the palm of his hand acting as a pillow.
Maria took a deep breath and went over to Clint. He had begun to teach her archery as she had begun to teach him why American Football was important. His condition was improving rapidly, and his vitals were coming back to normal. According to the doctor this morning, he could even wake up today. She squeezed his hand and went over to Natasha's bed.
The redhead's condition was much, much worse. She had been beaten brutally just like Clint had. However, she had been raped by the ringleaders and various items. The nurses had force-fed a morning after pill to her when she came in, and there were no signs of pregnancy in her scans. She heard movement from the door and immediately whipped around, weapon ready. Phil gave her a look as he yawned.
"How are they?" he asked. Maria let out another sigh.
"Natasha is still the same, while Barton's improving with flying colors," They moved to Clint's bed, each on one side. Maria placed her hand on his again. The two agents' gaze went over to Natasha. Maria took a deep breath before looking Coulson straight in the eye."I don't think she's going to make it," Suddenly, a soft, painful moan made its way out of Clint.
"Ta..sh..."