A man with short red hair stood alongside a woman with her messy brown hair in a pixie cut. Next to her, the man looked relatively tall. The two were talking to a group of men and the red haired man was talking to them in Russian. It is soon apparent that the Russian group are very bad guys.

"We have the item." The red haired man said, reaching into his jacket pocket and taking out a small parcel. "It is in here. The names, addresses and backgrounds of every S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Now give us what we asked for."

The chief Russian mobster reached into the inside of his coat.

"Not do beer happy for work S.H.I.E.L.D because death unicorns." The woman said in terrible Russian.

The red haired man gave the woman the death glare. And the Russian mobsters reached for their guns.

"Please forgive my associate, she is deaf and never learned how to speak proper Russian-" The red haired man plead with the mobsters.

"Then your associate should stay quiet." The chief Russian mobster sneered.

"Please, Ivan." The red haired man raised his arms in surrender. "I mean you no harm."

The Russian mobster Ivan signaled with his head for his associates to search the red haired man and the woman. "I don't think you are really Russian." Ivan sneered to the red haired man.

"Then you're wrong." The red haired man snarled back as the Russian mobsters pulled his ID from his pocket.

"Ivan." One of the mobsters said. "Take a look at this."

"The famous Nikita Romanoff." Ivan smirked at the red haired man. "You Nikita Romanoff, bro?"

"I'm not saying anything." He said in English, his Russian accent obvious.

"Perhaps bro will talk when we take partner, bro." Ivan snapped his fingers and another Russian mobster grabbed the woman's arm.

"Let her go, Ivan." He said firmly.

"Bro, answer question, bro." Ivan said.

"I'll answer the question, if you let her go."

Ivan nodded to his lackey who was holding the woman.

The lackey let the woman go.

"Now bro. Answer question, bro." Ivan said.

"Yes. I am Nikita Romanoff."

"Bro, was right to co-operate, bro." Ivan smirked. "This bro, Chloe Barton, bro."

"Bro, seriously, bro?" One of the lackeys asked. "Chloe Barton, bro?"

"Chloe Barton?" Another lackey asked. "Bro! That that archer bro!"

"Come on. I'm Hawkeye… Bros." Chloe narrowed her eyes. "But I'm also just a weak little woman. I'm sure you could overpower me of you wanted to." She said coyly. Two of the lackeys headed towards Chloe.

"Vladimir, Dmitry! Bros!" Ivan shouted.

"Archer bro, just woman, bro." Vladimir-with the shoulder length hair-said.

"Archer bro protect something bro." Ivan pushed Chloe to the ground while Vladimir and another lackey held Nikita back.

"Leave her alone, Ivan!" Nikita shouted in Russian. "Let her go!"

Ivan straddled himself over Chloe and fumbled around in her pockets.

"Stop it!" Nikita shouted in Russian.

"I have item, bro!" Ivan pulled out a box from Chloe's jeans pocket and held it up in triumph. "S.H.I.E.L.D bros not know what hit them." He got up off Chloe, who growled at him.

The two lackeys let Nikita go.

"And bros, you bros have thirty second before my boss get you. Start running now, bros." Vladimir said.

"Kita…" Chloe said nervously.

"Run, Chloe." Nikita whispered. "And don't-for the love of god-look back. Just don't."

Nikita and Cleo began running and it quickly became evident who they were dealing with. "A.I.M." Cleo muttered as she fired an arrow through an agent's eye. "Why did it have to be A.I.M?"

The two then ran into an alleyway. Nikita was ahead, shooting out targets with his guns, while Chloe was behind, carrying her bow very protectively.

"Chloe, are you alright?" Nikita shouted behind to her lagging friend.

"Yeah, Kita, I'm fine!" Chloe shouted back.

"Kind of reminds you of Rio." Nikita chuckled as he shot someone between the eyes.

Chloe's jaw dropped open. "You and I remember Rio very differently." She said, laughing in disbelief. "Kita!" She shouted. "On your right!"

"I got him!" Nikita shouted as he shot the man.

Soon, they reached a dead end.

"Any bright ideas?" Chloe asked worriedly as she drew an arrow from the quiver resting on her back.

"Yeah." Nikita said. "One." He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Coulson? Get us out of here!"

"I'm trying Romanoff!" Philippa Coulson shouted down the phone. "Just hang tight!"

"Hang tight?!" Nikita shouted with worry. "We're surrounded here by A.I.M and their stupid beekeeper uniforms and they're working with the Russian Mafia who want us dead, Phil, and you want us to just 'hang tight'?"

"I'll do what I can to get you guys out." Phil said, calmly. "Trust me, Nikita."

Nikita screwed his face up and growled softly. "Alright, Phil." He said. "But two minutes from now we'll be dead. Get us out or we die." Nikita hung up his phone and shoved it in his pocket. "Where the hell's Toni Stark when you need her?"

"I don't know." Chloe said, backing up to the wall. "But I could really use her Iron Woman armor right now." She notched the arrow and let it fly, right into an A.I.M agent's eye. "Or a rape whistle."

"You know I'd protect you from that!" Nikita said.

Chloe snorted. "I don't doubt that for a second, Kita! In fact, you just did." She said, reaching to her quiver, but feeling no arrows. Her eyes widened. "Uh Kita... Now's probably not a good time to mention... I have no arrows left."

"And I have no bullets left, so it looks like we're screwed." Nikita said. "It's been really great knowing you, Chloe and I'm glad you were my partner and best friend."

"Same." Chloe said, nodding.

The sound of gunfire spraying filled the air and all the A.I.M agents dropped down to the floor, revealing Phil Coulson caressing a machine gun in her hands.

"I told you to trust me, didn't I?" She said, smiling as relief flooded the two other S.H.I.E.L.D agents.


A/N: This isn't more a Hawkeye and Black Widow 'movie' than it is and Agents of SHIELD 'movie'. It's replacing the Hulk 'movie' and it sets some things up for down the line.

I know Ivan doesn't turn up until 2012 in the comics. Just repeat to yourself 'it's just a fic, I should really just relax'.