IKYL-1

Author's Note :

Hey there! I love clintasha so much that i've decided to write a fanfic lol (aou made me ship them even harder xx) This is my very first attempt at writing fanfiction so please be nice :) This fic will be multi-chaptered so stay tuned! Reviews would be appreciated greatly! :D I've decided to re-edit and possibly revamp the entire story :))

-Twitchzx

"Barton I want you in the briefing room in five."

"Nice try Coulson, I'm not leaving my bed till' I see the sun" Clint groaned.

"Barton I'm warning you, Fury's still barking mad at the indoor firework display you put up."

"Gah, fine. I hate you by the way."

"Hate me all you want, just get your ass here." said Coulson good-naturedly.

He jumped down from the vents and landed lightly on his feet, before shrugging on his standard set of SHIELD-issued clothing - home to at least a dozen knifes. Even though he might have joined SHIELD, he never felt safe here. Not even once. The closest thing he felt to safe was with Coulson, and before him was his dear brother but that was until he decided to kill him. Now, he has no one left, except probably Coulson.

Oh shit, Coulson! He was definitely late and his handler was going to bite his head off.

Brisk walking to the briefing room was fun. Some of the people in the corridor glared at him with hatred - angry at how he is working for SHIELD despite everything he had done in the past. Others were pretending to be busy with their hands, but were secretly observing him out of the corner of their eyes - ready to flee if he showed any sudden movements. He knew that, because he once tested the waters by shoving his hand in his jacket suddenly, as if reaching for a weapon. Almost half the people flinched. But the only thing he held was a piece of gum. It was also not a surprise that some people simply gawked at him in awe - he was Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye, the guy who would choose a bow and arrow over a gun anyday, yet being as efficient as the latter. And he has never missed a shot. Never.

"Look who finally decided to show up." said Fury, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Better late than never, Director" replied Clint cheekily, with his signature grin.

"How about I change that? Fancy paperwork duty? What do you say Coulson?"

Clint significantly paled and his retorts died in his mouth. Sighing, "What's the mission this time?" he asked.

"Operation: Arachnid. Ever heard of The Black Widow? Judging from your expression, you are absolutely clueless. Okay, nevermind. Natalia Alianova Romanova aka. The Black Widow, an unstoppable killing machine created by the KGB. Whoever the KGB chooses to kill, that person dies. We've been tracking her for years, but she's good at what she does. Latest intel tells us that her current location is in Italy, a quinjet will be waiting tomorrow at 5AM sharp. Your mission is simple - terminate her. Everything else you need to know is in this folder. Any questions?" stated Fury, gesturing to the manila folder on the table.

"Yeah. Is she hot?" Barton grinned.

Coulson rolled his eyes and Fury simply turned his head to glare at the young agent with his one good eye and said "Get your head in the game Barton, don't underestimate her. One wrong move and you're dead. There's no room for mistakes."

Sensing the seriousness in his voice, Clint nodded. He knew this could be his very last mission.

Bringing the folder into his room, Clint started studying his mission. The first thing he noticed in the photo of the target was her eyes. They were striking emerald green. The next thing he noticed was her hair- it was red, crimson in fact, looking as if it has been kissed by fire.

The Next Day

Coulson was waiting for him by the quinjet when Clint arrived. He tossed a earpiece to Clint and made him swear he would check in every hour. "Overprotective..."Clint muttered to himself.

"What did you say"

"Nuthin'"

"Remember-"

"Watch my back, Check-in every hour and- "

"Be careful, Clint."

"Oh yeah, sure, that. Stop worrying Coulson, s'gonna be fine."

With that, Clint boarded the quinjet.

Once he touched down, Clint headed to one of the many safe houses owned by SHIELD. It was located in the middle of the city, sandwiched between two quiet alleys. The house was in a sorry state - paint was peeling off the walls and the doors creaked when opened. Thank god for proper windows, that's one less thing to booby trap. Poking around a bit more, he discovered a balcony which could lead him to the roof. He figured he could set-up his equipment on the roof, certain that no one but him would be able to access the roof; Unless said person was able to jump and catch a ledge about 4 feet above him and pull himself up without falling 6 stories. It was the perfect place for Clint to survey, and not be surveyed, he does see better from a distance after all.

Lying in bed, he figured he would first locate where Natalia was residing and the places she frequented. He would then keep an eye on her, blending in with the crowd effortlessly. He would wait patiently with the target in his sights for an opportune time, then he would strike. Simple. Oh, he had no idea.

The next day, he put on his game-face and turned on his comms.

"Operation: Arachnid Day 1 - target not yet spotted." Clint reported to Coulson. Coulson would handle this mission as a support, providing necessary information and updates, as well as orders for Clint while the latter did the actual mission.

"Goddamnit, it's freezing. Why would anybody even live here?!" complained Clint.

He was in a small market nearby searching for any trails that may lead him to his target. But the trail was as cold as the weather. Frustrated, he rubbed his hands together and blowed on them, trying to keep himself from freezing. The morning sun which was suffocated by ominous dark clouds did not help at all. He turned, about to leave the market empty-handed when he saw her.

She was about 8 feet away. Dressed in a long coat and pants, with a scarf that helped to cover much of her facial features. Yet he somehow knew it was her.

"She dyed her hair huh." Clint thought to himself, noticing that her hair was a hazel brown instead of red.

"Ugh, men are all the same. Why am i even here?" Natalia thought to herself, annoyed at how she was garnering attention from the wrong crowd because of her well-endowed body.

She walked to a stall selling bread and bought a couple of loaves. As she was about to return to her lodgings, she recognised a man - her mark.

Adam Humbert Parris was a brilliant scientist, his latest works consists of experiments on atoms that travel faster than light. He even had plans on fusing these atoms with people, something which caught the eyes of several nefarious organisations - the KGB was one of them. After failed negotiations on a possible partnership, the KGB decided to kill him lest he decided to work for others.

Discreetly walking towards his direction, Natalia bumped into him on purpose to attach a tracker on him. A split second was all she needed and the briefcase in his hands to fell to the floor with a clatter, providing the perfect diversion. When he looked up to see who had bumped into him, there was no one there.

Clint watched the entire exchange happen, impressed at how she pulled it off without a sweat.

"Right, the mission." he remembered, before hastily following the shrouded figure.

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A/N :

So what do you guys think? I was so appalled by the number of grammar mistakes I made D:

Feedback is more than welcome! (I'll love you 5eva)

In the next chapter: Clint begins his hunt for the elusive assassin. Will his cover be blown?