Have a teaser chapter for a new story I'm thinking of writing. No defined relationships yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Clint finally cornered her outside of Petersburg. She was bleeding heavily from a gash across her stomach which was slowing her down considerably. She was only human after all. Clint was bleeding himself of course, not as bad as the widow but still considerably enough that he probably should have caught up with her two days back and he's still having trouble with the grip on his bow from the cut across his forearm.
When he approaches, she turns around to face him, her eyes wild and feral, obviously not prepared to go down without a fight. It's the opposite of what Clint wants so he simply pauses, slowly puts his bow on the ground, and raises his hands in surrender. She's momentarily unsure, hesitates, and that's all Clint needs.
"I'm not here to kill you," Clint announces, making sure to keep his body as still as possible and voice even and calm.
"Here to drag me back to your masters, no doubt," She spits in perfect English. But she has not moved from her position. She has the perfect opportunity to leave.
"Not exactly," Clint hedges. "I work for an organization known as Shield. They're willing to offer you a position on their team. Under a few conditions of course."
"And why would I care." She snarls, but her eyes are contemplative, she's at least intrigued by the offer.
"Well I figure that you might want a fresh start or something." Clint's voice is quiet but firm. "Sometimes that's all someone needs to turn their life around. A fresh start." She just eyes him speculatively. And maybe a bit suspiciously too.
"Hey hey, you don't have to decide now." Clint quickly states, he has a feeling he's running out of time with her here. "Just. Meet me down at the old hotel by the river. Tomorrow night. That is, if you're interested." She just continues to eye him, giving no response as to whether or not she's going to be there or not. For all he knows she could just disappear from existence once again by tomorrow night.
She glances to the left suddenly, almost seeming to pick up on something as her face hardens. Her body tenses as if to run but her pace is slow an even as she purposefully turns her back to Clint to stalk away unhindered.
"We can make it a party!" Clint can't resist yelling after her. She freezes and for a second Clint starts cussing to himself because of course him and his big mouth screwed this up.
"In that case, be expecting my plus one!" She yells back instead, her voice actually sounding amused. Huh. Clint can only stare dumfounded at her retreating figure. Plus one?
"Uh yeah Coulson," Clint reports back through his ear piece once she's cleared his sight. He kicks his bow back up into his hands and stares contemplating into the distance. "How do you feel about two crazy assassins instead of one?"