"Have you made visual contact?"
"Yeah, yeah, I see her. She's really not that dangerous looking… Are you sure you got the right person?"
"Natasha Romanov, former KGB spy; she needs to go down, Barton."
Clint snorted at the impatient tone director Fury always had. He had opted for a rifle instead of his trademark bow for this mission, feeling that the simple pull of the trigger would be preferred.
In all honesty, he didn't even really feel like pulling the trigger, and not just because todays target was a beautiful woman.
He hadn't gotten any sleep the night before, spending the night alternating between training and trying to fall asleep. He could feel the bags under his eyes.
Clint aligned his target with the crosshairs. He didn't need them, he always boasted, they were just nice to look at. His finger tightened on the trigger and he paused.
"Fury…"
"Pull the trigger, Barton!"
"She doesn't seem like a threat-"
"I'm gonna seem like a threat if you don't do your job!"
Clint pursed his lips.
"Yes sir."
From hiss vantage point, Clint couldn't tell where hair stopped and blood began.