AN: So this is just the prologue but it gives you an idea where this story is going. I am writing this for Camp Nanowrimo so there should be regular updates :) I love Clintasha so that is what is in this fic, if you don't like don't read please! Reviews are love :)

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We work alone. Just Clint and I making our way out of a mission together. But this time I was wrong. This mission was different. Sure same bad people but something was always off. This mission was one of the few occasions that I can recall being wrong. Oh so very wrong. It all started in Israel…

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The evening was hot, people were rushing by, a warm breeze hurrying everyone into their cool houses. But the heat wasn't on my mind tonight. My partner and I were on a mission, a basic take down as well as an intel grab. Clint was on the roof of a building across the road. In the oncoming darkness I couldn't see him. Straining my eyes I was satisfied that no-one else would spot him either. I turned my attention to my part of the mission, after Clint took out the target I was to gather all his files and take care of any witnesses. Of which there would be none. Clint and I, we were good at this kind of mission. The two of us had made these missions an art form.

Quiet settled over the street. Time to get started. "Hawkeye?" Nothing moved from his position. "You copy?"

"I copy Nat." He sounded amused.

My eyebrow quirked. "What is so amusing?"

I could hear his smile. "That you call me Hawkeye on missions".

I shook my head at where I knew he was watching me from. Pointedly ignoring his statement I replied. "Hawkeye. You have eyes on the target?"

I focuses on the building in which our target was probably filing his papers so that he could return home for the evening. "I have eyes on him. You ready Nat?" If we didn't do this he would be back here tomorrow gathering intel for terrorists to bomb innocents. I waas cleaning my ledger.

"Yes. Wait till I'm in Zone B before you take him out." I hesitated. "He is alone right?"

"Yes. I saw everyone who entered leave. No-one is in the room with him." Clint responded.

I moved out of the shadows. Silently I moved towards the side of the building away from the street. No use been compromised by a passerby trying to stop a robbery. I felt the wall. Dusty dirt crumbled. I pulled up, and then clambered up the two stories until I reached to small window to the reception.

Too quiet to hear was a thud of someone falling inside. Clint had carried out his part. "Target down."

I eased open the window. "Entering the building." I replied. He sighed, relieved, over the comms. We may make this mission look easy but one wrong move…to easily things could go wrong.

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I was only too right about the going wrong part.