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Night had fallen, yet SHIELD agent Clint Barton aka Hawkeye could see his target perfectly well. She was a female assassin between the ages of 20 and 25, who went by the name of Black Widow. He had been following her for weeks, watching her as she went into parties dressed in sparkling gowns, or a discreet door in a deserted alleyway dressed in normal clothes.
Now as he saw her, he was mesmerized by her flame-coloured hair that hung a little more than halfway down her back. Puzzled he also noticed she was walking with a hand held to her side, he wondered if she was injured. Agent Phil Coulson's voice crackled to life in his earpiece, "Okay Barton, we got her..." "Well", Clint responded dryly "I think that I have had her for a while now, in fact I'm-oh crap! She saw me. Gotta go" Grabbing his recurve bow Clint carefully notched an arrow and gasped, his target couldn't be more than 19, she was so small and-and young!
The Widow must have heard his gasp, because she fled down the alleyway, Clint was already ahead of her. With practiced ease he slid off the rooftop he had been on and jumped down directly in front of her. "Hey you okay?" he asked, though not really concerned at the moment. "I'm fine" she snarled. Clint took that as an opportunity to check her side. She jerked back when he touched, her but that hadn't mattered. His fingers had come away sticky and covered with blood.
"What's your name?" "Why do you care?" she hissed. "It's Natasha. Natasha Romanoff...Who the hell are you?" "I'm Clint and I should really get you back to-" stopping midsentence Barton managed to catch Natasha as she collapsed. "Whoa shit, Coulson? Coulson I need a Quinjet...and a medic team! NOW!"