A:N : yes this is a lot of dialogue but it gets better i promise its just needed here

Budapest :

the rain set in hard and had soaked him through to the bone but he stayed ever vigil for the target to appear bow resting protectively folded in the crook of his arm. they had been following this target for day now and they had found out where they called home after scouting the small base - several cottage buildings above ground and a network of tunnels rooms and cell like areas- they found the evidence they had been sent to collect and destroyed the place after removing several scared young children and returning them to wither their families or to the police -anonymously- they head been sent to follow the target and figure out if they had been willing or had been forced to do what they had done.

"doing alright out there Clint any sign?" Phil Coulson muttered through their coms he was curled up dry and doing his paperwork, waiting for the pair to finish the job and call for the extraction, he had been bored they didn't need him for this but Fury had demanded that as their handler he went along with them as they had been pushing all of Fury's buttons Phil was their to try and minimise the damage that the public saw this time.

"yes boss im fine better if this idiot would hurry so that's a no." Clint mutters back flexing his hand around his bow he had been up there for hours he was used to waiting for the target but he had a nasty bruise from the previous days. A snicker passes softly over the com links as Natasha crosses her legs again long hip slit dress drinking her vodka waiting watching for her mark.

"shut up Tash just because im stuck out here... wait mark approaching nine o'clock." Clint didn't move as the target approached the bar entrance in jeans and a work out shirt on jacket on their shoulder their target had a huge file all the information they had needed to track them but for some reason they had been given the asignment.

"i see them Clint stay put this is going to be easy as pie see you at home boss, hawk widow out." Natasha would follow the mark and draw them to somewhere a little more private to finish the job they has been sent to do -recon the target asses threat level and if necessary take them out- it was time to take the target out they were a high risk of danger to anyone and everyone.

"what's a beautiful woman like you doing in a dump like this." the target said in broken Hungarian as they pulling them self into a stool beside Natasha and ordered two vodkas the people around them were oblivious to the world and the barkeeper handed them the drinks.

"waiting for someone who speaks English i got lost and i can only ask for drinks and where the bathroom is." Natasha said in perfect English and the target chuckles before ordering two more vodkas and handing one to her.

"oh thank god my Hungarian is atrocious from Australia myself came because i heard the vodka was the second best around i know my way around been here for a few weeks can i help you find somewhere?." the target seemed to relax into the stool sipping the second vodka in their hand smiling and pushing the extra vodka into Natasha's hand

"oh could you i was meant to be attending a gala near uh..." she pretended to search through her bag. ".. um the parliament building they told me i couldn't miss it but i only landed yesterday the jet lag has killed me." the target chuckles and nods understanding they had gone through the same thing when they landed holding out an arm almost innocently the target paid the bill and started to escort her towards the city center.

"i didn't know there was a gala on tonight im glad i didn't because otherwise you would have been stuck at that bar and i would have been dressed to the nines trying to get in or get out of it." the target chuckles and Natasha smiles sweetly inwardly wondering if the target could be red room programmed.

"Tasha i can see that look you sure about it otherwise we could all be screwed." Clint was watching he knew exactly what she was thinking she nodded seemingly agreeing that it was good luck but Clint knew it was for him.

"alright bring them in I'll tell boss-man we got a new recruit." Natasha dropped her party persona and pinned their target to the wall talking fast and low, she knew if she let the target have an inch the training they had been brainwashed with would kick in.

"two options you walk away from whoever trained you and come with me talk to my boss and see what he thinks or i kill you here and now, your choice choose quickly." the target grunted and then sobbed, surprising Natasha.

"get me out of here please they will kill me otherwise they've had me i dont know how long i've lost track of time they've done things, i wish i could wipe from my memory from the past but i cant help me!" Natasha smiled just slightly, she could read the signs of a forced operator from a mile away she lead the target away from the open heading back towards the safe house avoiding anything potentially watched they had to move fast they both knew it.

"alright let's get you out of here and back to my boss." Natasha said as a van pulled up and the side door screeched open Clint was at the wheel the target flinched but jumped in pulling the safety belt around and into the holster.

"my name was Nicolette harding i was kidnapped assaulted and they tested all types of drugs on me they taught me to fight taught me to kill any language they spoke they taught me and they used me to do the jobs they didn't want to do, i don't really care who you are i just wanna go home." Nicolette practically sobbed into a slowly offered handkerchief.

"we know what jobs they made you do that's why we were sent to see if you we a hired killer or a forced one." Clint said coldly as the van sedately pottered back towards the safe house -where Phil was having a blue fit over the paperwork and strings he would need to pull because his team wouldn't follow orders- the coldness from his voice made Nicolette wince and sob quieter but no less infrequently.

Natasha looked harshly at him with only her eyes he look back unrelentingly before apologizing to her in their own way. she hugged the girl to her she remembered being used brainwashed manipulated and feared, sometimes even hated by those left behind. As the trio pulled up to the house from a dead end back ally she put back in place the black widow facade and guided the young woman through the passages to a small room which Phil had used until their arrival.

"try to sleep your safe here alright but first the first names to come to your head." the girl looks at her and nods understanding as she collapsing into the bed. the room was warm and safe they had secured the building and Natasha was starting to ready herself for a debreifing and a yelling at

"Juliet Grayson, born new york 1993." the young woman answered fast and certainly Natasha nodded and left her to rest in an actual bed with real blankets.

"what the hell is this you two do you like giving me a massive headache, fury wants us to bring her in cuffs in our plane right now, he's found her file and wants her in infirmary in seventy-two hours." Natasha gave a cold look at the men she had learned to trust with her life.

"we bring her in no cuffs and we work with her no one else she is terrified and i found that file, her family is dead or doesn't care a lot about her she's got a new identity a new start we train her she works with us." her words were firm and there was no room for argument both men knew that but it didn't make phil's life any easier.