"The super spy. The Black Widow. The Russian. How do you expect me to be able to do that?" he questioned the three of them.

"The way you do every other target." Nick replied in an annoyed voice, having already had this discussion with a number of people, both of whom who were in this room. "The council feels that she is too much of a threat to global security to be keeping alive. Which she undoubtedly is, she has just killed three S.H.I.E.L.D agents in the space of 1 day. We need to eliminate her, and fast."

"But she's just a kid!" Clint exclaimed, looking at the profile picture on the file that Coulson had just handed to him.

"A dangerous kid at that. We don't like it either Clint, but it needs doing." Coulson replied, not liking the potential prospects either.

"You fly out tonight Barton, at 2200 hours. Be at the quinjet by then, please." instructed Nick as Clint walked out the door towards the hallway.

"Oh, and Barton?"

"Yes Fury?"

"Don't get yourself killed. I quite need my top agent to be alive and well."

"I'll try my best, sir."

The door closed behind him, and Coulson turned towards the director.

"I don't like this Nick, I have a feeling something really bad is going to happen, deep in my gut."

"I know Coulson, I've had that feeling ever since the council told me to send him on this mission.

Clint was sitting in his room

On the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier, supposedly getting ready for his upcoming mission, he was worried, the Black Widow was known for her aptitude for killing. He was dreading going to Baghdad. He wasn't anywhere near comfortable with killing someone who looked as young as Natasha Romanoff. Sure, he was very much aware that she was a master assassin that had killed many people, not all of whom were criminals, but there was something in his gut that went against even wanting to kill her. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was part of a secret governed program where young girls memories were taken from them, or the fact she looked barely over 19, Clint really didn't want to be responsible for her death. It just wasn't something that he was willing to have on his conscience.

He stood up, and stated to do some packing up, wanting to have plenty of weapons, as he was very aware that he would most definitely be needing them, according to his file, the Black Widow was a master of most kinds of fighting, and that it would be very difficult to even think about catching her in some sort of trap. He looked over at the clock on his bedside table, and saw that he didn't have much time until he had to be leaving, so with one last look at his warm bed, he walked out of his room for what would possibly be the last time.

Hi! I was having trouble working out what to do with my other fic, as I wasn't able to determine where it was going to be going. But, I had inspiration for this one just before I went to bed, so I ended up staying up really late trying to finish it! I got this chapter done, and now I really want to go to bed, so bye!