AN: So...I've been hit with the Avengers Are Awesome! bug or something ever since I started watching the Marvel Cinematic Universe. And it's finally helped lead me to start writing again. Usually I just write Sailor Moon and Stargate SG-1 fics but I'm venturing out of my comfort zone.

So I give you this story. I hope it entices you to stick with it and it's enjoyable.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story aside from the plot (though I wouldn't mind owning Clint and Tasha...*cough*). This is purely for enjoyment and I'm not getting a cent from it. So you no sue.

The jostling of the specialized jet didn't phase the dirty blond haired man as he stared at the thin file folder he held in his calloused hands. Normally he would be flying the jet but the Director had ordered that the quinjet be taken back after he had been dropped off in Moscow. The fewer traces there were to the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement Logistics Division the better. The man wished that they could come up with a better, easier name than that. A lot of people, including his friend and handler Phil Coulson, called the agency SHIELD. And it was appropriate too. They were a sort of shield to the world in attempts at keeping terrorism, international drug trafficking, human trafficking, and everything else under control.

"Forty minutes out from the LZ Agent Barton," the pilot called back.

Clint Barton looked up and nodded before his steel blue eyes looked back down at the file. No way in hell was this going to be easy. Infiltrating the Kremlin was going to be one of his more difficult missions to date. But they needed more intel. The thin file he had wasn't going to cut it. Not if he was to succeed in this mission. He briefly thought back to the meeting he had had with Director Fury about this mission.

Clint walked through the halls of the Helicarrier and headed to the room off of the bridge that Fury used as an office to give out assignments. Clint had been looking forward to enjoying at least a few days of rest after his last mission, taking out some South American drug lord, but that was just wishful thinking. He didn't get that luxury. Hardly any of the top notch agents did. And he was among the best snipers/assassins they had on their payroll. They'd be a fool to not utilize his skills.

The man gave a nod to Maria Hill, one of the many women he respected before he stopped at the door and knocked. Hearing the gruff, "Come in!" he slipped in and shut the door before he moved over to the desk and stood in front of it. His sharp eyes studied the dark skinned Director from his posture. Nick Fury was tough. If you couldn't see it in how he stood and carried himself you could tell from the eyepatch the man wore

"You wanted to see me sir?"

Fury nodded and moved to the small window that overlooked the bridge. "We have a new target on our radar," he spoke. "Tell me. What do you know of black widows?"

The question was a bit of a curveball but it was how Fury did things. "Species of spider. Venomous. After mating the female kills the male."

"And what do you know of THE Black Widow?"

"Allegedly one of the most deadly assassins in the world. People claim from various law enforcement agencies that the Black Widow has been around since the 1960s or something." He shrugged. "Most think it's just a myth."

"Do you?"

"I don't think it's the same person, just a title that gets passed down but yes sir. I think there is an assassin out there called Black Widow."

Fury opened a file on his desk and began laying out photographs. "These are some of the shots we have of the work the Black Widow has done." He laid a picture of a rioting city on the desk. "Sao Paulo. A prominent political figure was taken out in the middle of her inauguration ball. Mass rioting broke out. This was five years ago." Fury flipped over another photograph, this time of a body that had been badly tortured and killed. "This is Inna Drakova. She was taken by unknown assailants from her father Ivan and his five security guards and held for ransom. At first he refused to pay when the deadline came up. An hour after the deadline he received his daughter's ear. He immediately paid the ransom and the body was dumped on his front door that night with a note saying he should have paid it right away."

Clint listened as Fury spoke, picking up the photos and studying them closely. "Whoever did these is good," he murmured more to himself. He glanced up at the Director as yet another photograph was overturned, this time of a burned down building. Clint could only tell it had been a hospital from the charred sign in the foreground.

"This was taken a day and a half ago. This hospital was in Germany about fifteen klicks outside of Hamburg. The exit doors were chained shut. And there was only one potential target in that building. Boris Zharkov. Intel reports that Zharkov use to be a doctor exclusively for the KGB before he defected."

"And you think that Black Widow took all these targets out?" Clint inquired.

Fury nodded. "But we need hard data. So you're going in to get it. Once you have the files on Black Widow, you'll find her and take her out."

"Sounds like a challenge. One question. Go where to get it?"

"The Kremlin."

Clint looked up from the pictures as the quinjet set down on the ground. Shutting the file, he left it on the seat so it could be taken back to base and he picked his heavy duffel bag up. He grabbed a case with his other hand and exited the jet. He moved over to the black SUV that stood out of the way and pulled the door open, tossing his bag in before carefully sliding the case into it. He got in as well and nodded to the driver. The vehicle pulled out and began driving towards the distant city of Moscow. Clint stared out of the window, hoping his rudimentary Russian was going to cut it in getting in and out of the Kremlin. If not...well hopefully the Russians wouldn't discover he was an American.

An hour later Clint got out of the car and walked the rest of the way to his room. The building was an old SHIELD safehouse. Slipping in, Clint began laying everything out before he looked over and noticed the Russian officer's uniform sitting to one side. He had a decent rank, high enough he wouldn't have to worry about taking orders from everyone but still low enough where he wouldn't stand out too much or have to do much talking. Spotting a file on the bed, he moved over towards it and read everything on the list, making notes that the computers were already hit with the undetectable virus that would let his pass work in getting in. He memorized the routes he would need to take or might have to take as well as how all the equipment worked.

With everything prepared, he stripped his jacket off and laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. If Black Widow was as good as everyone thought, this was going to be one of his most dangerous missions ever. The reality that he might end up the one dead crossed his mind but he pushed the fear away. He had to at least try. For the greater good or something heroic like that.

AN: That's all I got so far. Reviews are appreciated but please, no flames. Constructive criticism only please and thanks! I hope everyone liked it though.