"Step, breathe, step, breathe..." As the infamous Black Widow ran for her life her training kicked in, forcing her to go faster and faster. As she sprints faster and faster she reflects back onto how she got here. She was on mission as always-the Red Room scum never letting her have any time off-where she had to do her normal routine, seduce and kill. This time was different though, as she was working her magic she noticed something-or someone-lurking in the rafters. She continued to seduce as to not draw suspicion from her tail but she continued to stealthily inspect him.
The Black Widow noticed the tail was a man, well built, with what appeared to to be a bow and arrow in his possession. As she continued to multitask she ran the man against her memories of enemy operatives coming up with the answer that he was the equally infamous Hawkeye. She knew he was here for her, but she was okay with that. She did not fear death as she had been living in hell since she was four. After the mission she walked out ready for him, and she could tell he was there, so she ran to let him know she knew. That's how she got herself here, running faster and faster trying to lose the tail but not really. In the back of her mind she hoped she was caught by Hawkeye, it would be an honorable death which is better than she deserved as she had a very UNhonorable life.
As the Blackwidow ran she came to realize she was being herded into a dead end. Knowing this was it she took a moment to send a last prayer to her mother and father in heaven, as she knew there was no praying in Hell. As she came to the dead end she turned to face Hawkeye only to get and arrow through her shoulder. She cried out in pain and Hawkeye came down to greet her agony.
"Hello Blackwidow." He said without the malice she expected.
"Go put an eggbeater up your ass Hawkeye" she replied with malice.
The veins in Hawkeye's neck became more apparent as he held in his snippy remark. He was here to kill, not chat.
"I'll get right on that, but first I have to kill you"
"Good luck with that." she smirked as she pulled out the arrow without even a whimper and flew off once again.
"It can never be easy," thought Hawkeye wistfully before pulling out four arrows and pinning the Blackwidow to the wall before she could even blink. A cry of frustration escaped her lips as she was pinned once again to the wall. Hawkeye sauntered over and notched his arrow, he aimed it at her head and was about to let it fly, but then he noticed something. A gleam in the stone-cold Blackwidow's eye. It was a look that Hawkeye had long ago, the look that said that you needed saved, but couldn't do it yourself. When he saw that look Hawkeye ignored his kill orders and went over to the Blackwidow.
"So I've decided not to kill you," he exclaimed with triumph, only to be met with confusion.
"And why would that be?" She questioned animatedly.
"Because I was you once, lost in myself, doing things I didn't want to do but had to do. I know my life is probably nowhere near as bad as yours currently is but I can help anyways. I'm going to take you back to S.H.E.I.L.D with me, hopefully get you somewhere safe where you don't have to be treated as an object, but as a person. Please, come back with me." He whispered just loud enough for her to hear. With that he took out the arrows, turned on his homing beacon so S.H.E.I.L.D. would come pick him up and handcuffed the Blackwidow.
"You know I could get out of these in less than 10 seconds, right?" She asked weakly.
"Yes, but I don't think you will." He replied without a second thought. She knew he was right, but it still hurt her pride a little that he trusted her this much. Deep down she knew it felt good to finally be trusted, it was just knew and weird, but she knew she could get used to this rather easily.