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CLINT-
I crouched down behind a pillar, taking a breath I silently laughed to myself about this mission. It was supposed to be an easy assignation, in South America. How I to know that there was another assassin that I had to deal with. One that I have no clue as to which person would be that assassin.
"Sir, are you alright?" A butler asked me.
"Quite alright, just needed to catch my breath, I'm not used to so many people." I said as I stood, and pushed my fake glasses up on my nose. Being a famous assassin I am used to many covers this cover is a nerdy guy with glasses that made his billions in technology.
The butler nodded and left me alone. I walked back into the ballroom and mingled with a few people about my company and what I do. That was when I spotted the bright red haired woman in a dazzling emerald green dress. The woman was coming over to me.
"So hot stuff what do you do for a living?" The lady purred in my ear.
"I'm the, I guess you would say, nerd for STARK industries. My name's John Willfran. What's yours?" I said awkwardly, I kept my eyes darting about the room and kept pushing up my glasses onto the bridge of my nose to make it appear that I was nervous around women.
"Natalie Romanov. My date didn't show tonight want to find somewhere more private?" The woman purred walking her fingers up and down my tuxedo jacket's collar.
I nodded enthusiastically and I forced myself to blush. I took her hand and had her follow me to my room that I had set up to make it look like a neat freak lived in. The second the door shut she threw me on the bed, and began working off my clothes. She dropped her dress and with the light material I heard a padded clunk of what sounds like a gun holster hitting the floor. I eyed her suspiciously but let her continue all the same. We left each other in the morning and the next day I killed my mark, and went to another mission that was more difficult and definitely less pleasurable than that one.
I still look fondly on this night despite what happened four months later.
NATASHA-
I had found my mark that night and had left him with a gunshot wound through the heart. I was politely speaking to some men that were more interested in my body than me. Right before I was about to rip this guy's eyes out for staring at my breasts, I caught sight of a guy with dirty blonde hair and glasses that he was trying to pass off as real. He was about 6'6" and looked muscular enough. I made my way over to him and began asking him about his job and he began talking. The entire time he was making his eyes dart around the room and kept adjusting his glasses. I noticed that he wasn't actually nervous, but he was pretending. He also impressed me by never once having his eyes land on my body but only on my face. That showed self-restraint, so I figured that I would give this "nerd" the night of his life. When we reached his hotel room and his shirt was off, I noticed his scars.
"What happened?" I asked typically I couldn't careless but for some reason I wanted to know.
"Abusive dad." He said and shrugged. I removed my dress and noticed that he looked at me curiously when my gun holster that was in my dress made a noise when it hit the ground. But he quickly forgot about that. After that we had a very passionate night together and when I woke up he was gone. I went out and was stalking my next target. Next thing I know is there is an arrow sticking out of his chest and a familiar flash of blonde hair disappears on the rooftop above me.
I would look upon this night fondly for nearly three weeks, which was when I found out that my birth control failed.