Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Author's note: This is my first fic and I'm usually terrible at writing and anything related to it. English isn't my first language so there might be some mistakes. I'm a huge Clintasha shipper and always wanted to see more about them but since MCU isn't giving us anything (yet) I've decided to make up my own story.
Also I'm a huge TV and movie buff so you might recognize somethings and I was also inspired with other fics. The rules that Natasha has are mostly based on NCIS, some I saw on the net and others I made up.

The title is a OneRepublic song whose music is also my inspiration.

Hope you like it and please review..=))

March 2009.

It was late March and the streets of Berlin were cold and dark. Natasha was walking through the crowd trying to get by unnoticed. She was on the run from pretty much the entire world for the past month. She took a job she shouldn't have and she knew it at the time but she needed the money. The Red Room was still looking for her and you can't run without money. Well not for long at least.

There was a man following her. She spotted him a few blocks earlier but she had no idea who he was working for. He wasn't Russian or Mossad that she was sure of. He was too relaxed and full of himself to be MI6 so that leaves one of the American agencies.

She stopped and put her feet on the side of the building and made it look like she was fixing up her heel. She loved heels, even through it would probably be more practical to wear flats or boots but she always felt powerful in heels and given that she is 165 cm while most of her opponents are at least 20 cm higher than her, a good 10 cm heel does come in handy. Plus no one is going to suspect a woman in stilettos of being a world class spy and assassin.

She looked to the street and saw that the man wasn't there any more but she still felt like someone was watching her. She could be paranoid but in her line of work - If it seems like someone is out to get you, they most likely are. It was one of her rules. She made about 40 of them a while back, some she picked up from other agents and assassins, some from TV and books and some she made by herself. She had a plan to write them down but for now they were locked in her head. It was late and she would like nothing more that to go back to her hotel room and relax but she has to find the man first and take care of him so she starts running until she hits a dead end. But the man is nowhere to be seen, that is until an arrow comes flying and hits her in the chest. She had just enough time to move herself so that the arrow doesn't hit her in the heart or too deep but it still hurts like heel. Luckily she knows how to block the pain, that she learned a long time ago so she rips the arrow out and runs to the roof where it came from. She gets there fast too fast for the archer to get away and she attacks him full speed. Another one of her rules - Attack first, ask questions later. He is good and can even evade her punches but she is the Black Widow and she is the best there is but she knows that she has to finish this quickly because she is loosing blood and can't do this much longer. She flips him with her signature thigh grip and as she tries to get up she quickly realizes that she can't. The blood loss is making her dizzy and she can barely see the archer. He goes for an punch to her face but she instinctively catches his hand but she has no straight left to twist it. And that's where it all goes dark for Natasha.