I jogged into a hallway, at the end were men guarding the door I needed to get into. I pulled up my right fist, took the saftey off and thrusted it forward shooting out four arrows attached to rope. The arrows peirced the guards and pulled my fist back causing them to topple over. I retracted them and ran for the door. I fourced it open and found what I was looking for. I pulled a knife from my side
"Turn around." I heard a femine voice say behind me.
"Ok, ok." I whirled around and sent an eletric bolt in front of her and darted for the door.
"Barton!" I heard her call out. I was soon faced with a man with short blonde hair, a bow at the ready and a quiver on his back.
"Barton, my sister speaks of a man by that name. Maybe your related." I kneed him in the chest and grabbed his bow and quiver. Then I took off running. Barton got up and chased after me. I looked over my shoulder and shot just next to his ear. I was then faced with a roof.
"Cue helicopter, now." I muttered as it rose just above the rooftop. Barton was running behind me. I jumped before he could catch me. I scrambled up the ladder that dropped down, because Barton was right behind me. I thrusted my left fist down and four arrows came flying out and distacted him. I hit the button that called them back. I jumped onto the landing gear and Barton took a swing.
"You know, I wouldn't pick a fight with a gymnastics champion turned spy." I noted as I swung at his chest.
"Is that so?" He used the landing gear as a monkey bar and moved his way towards me. I jumped to the other landing gear. He and I swung at the same time causing our legs to get tangled. He shifted his weight back and forced me off the bar and under him. He caught my ankle before I went plumeting to Earth.
"Thanks." I called up to him. He nodded a smirk on his face. The helicopter flew over a rooftop. I squirmed out of Barton's grasp and flipped onto the roof. Barton jumped as well, and was joined by the women who tried to corner me earlier. I got a good look at her face and smiled.
"Hello Natasha." I told her. Barton glared at me.
"Who are you?" I laughed. I guess they weren't given the full breifing.
"Katarina Campbell, MI-6." I stated, a smirk crawling onto my face.
"Clint Barton, and my partner Natasha. SHEILD." I nodded.
"I know. Nat, you spoke so highly of him. I'd expect more." Nat laughed and Clint's gaze darted between the two of us.
"You two know each other. Great, so your our MI-6 transfer? No offense but you don't sound British." He stated.
"I was an American leazon and of course Natasha and I know each other, we're sisters." I could've sworn Clint was going to faint right on the spot. I wouldn't blame him, we looked nothing alike. Nat's was perfectly short, wavy, and red, while mine was long, dark, and frizzy. I had dropped our Russian roots, while she had hers mildly intact.
"Now there's two of you!? Oi vey." Clint turned around and headed for the door that led to ground level. Nat and I were laughing behind him.