Authors Note: So I had originally planned for this to be a oneshot, but it turned out to be much longer than that :p So I'm labeling it a twoshot, so be on the lookout for the next chapter! If I end up with more ideas, I may just turn this into a story, still not sure X3

Chapter 1

Natasha Romanova stopped outside of a guarded prison camp, preparing herself to fight her way inside. A different Russian spy had been captured recently, and was her job to get him back out. A familiar voice rang in over her headset, and she gave a tiny smile. It was her partner, Clint Barton. "Ready when you are." He said cheerily from his position in a tree above her, and she could picture him grinning as he said it. Ever since reuniting in the Avengers, they had been nearly inseparable.

Of course, they were just friends still, which actually disappointed Natasha if she was honest with herself. That's right; she had a crush on Clint. The feared Black Widow acted like a lovesick school girl whenever he was around. It was embarrassing. But she couldn't seem to shake her feelings. The entire time he was gone was like torture, and fighting him during his mind control was even worse. Loki had said Clint talked about her, but how could she be sure of that? He had been trying to mess with her, get into her head; she'd done it many times herself.

Natasha quickly pushed away her thoughts, attempting to focus on the mission. "Cover me." Was all she was replied before moving in. Clint most likely followed her, even though she didn't hear a thing from him. Just as she took out one of the main guards and went for the other, an arrow protruding from the guard's chest and he fell limply to the ground. She grinned, quickly moving inside. Clint appeared next to her, giving her a quick smile but remaining silent.

Natasha gave a quick roll of her eyes before silently walking down the corridor, senses alert for anything or anyone that was nearby. Over the course of their mission, they took out a few more of the prison guards. In Natasha's mind, it all seemed way too easy. She especially had doubts when the other spy's cell came into view and the alarms hadn't yet been triggered. Surely someone would have noticed the dead body's littering the hallways and alerted everyone.

Suddenly she stopped, holding up a hand to stop Clint as well. He gave her a questioning look, knocking an arrow as he silently scanned the area. All of a sudden the alarms sounded and dozens of armed guards rushed in, surrounding them instantaneously. Clint and Natasha quickly moved so that they could stand back to back, hoping to be able to cover one another if there was a fight. Natasha glanced at the guns pointed at them, giving a wry smile.

"I knew something was up, prison breaks are never this easy." She stated nonchalantly, as if talking about something as normal as the weather.

Clint rolled his eyes, "Nice to know, you couldn't have mentioned it a tad sooner?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

Natasha grinned, "Where would the fun be in that? I wanted to see your reaction." She chuckled, shifting her weight slightly as she prepared to attack. Clint felt her shift, wanting more than anything to stop her.

"Yes, where would the fun be?" he asked rhetorically, conveying a warning through his tone. She got the message, backing down instantly, but at the same time reluctantly.

A balding, burly man stepped forward, graying beard trimmed just below his chin. "The notorious Black Widow and her partner Hawkeye, what a pleasant surprise." He practically sneered, giving them a triumphant smirk. "My name is Jack Fisher, and I run this prison. I figured the Russians would come for their guy, and it turns out I was right. Since I want to be a good host, why don't you two allow my boys to escort you to where you'll be staying?" he asked with a victorious grin, and all of the guards shouldered their guns as they stepped forward. Natasha would fight, but it would be hopeless. She'd be shot before she got enough of them down.

The Black Widow was officially captured.

Clint seemed to be able to read her dread, and he gently nudged her with his elbow as if to say, 'It'll be fine, trust me'. She sighed in defeat, nodding to Jack. "We'll go." She said simply. He nodded, as if expecting this result and a few of the guards came over to remove their weapons. Natalia remembered the pocket knife she had placed in her bra, almost smiling as she knew they couldn't search her there. If they did, they'd have no more bones in their hand.

In a matter of minutes, they were being led down the hall towards a cell, Natalia forming a plan the entire time. They'd have armed guards positioned outside, so they would have to wait until the guards were no longer paying as close attention to them… They would have to act hopeless, which wouldn't be too difficult. Natasha brushed her hand against his as she walked ahead of him into the cage, letting him know to go along with everything.

Clint followed close behind, and she felt the chilling noise sound of metal slamming as the door was shut behind them. She turned to her partner, "We're done, caught… The Russians can't send a rescue party to save the rescue party; it would be a waste of resources. It's over." She sighed, sitting on the bed with a soft thud as she acted as hopeless as she could.

He sat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders loosely, not romantically, just like a friend would… Unfortunately for her. Despite the seriousness of their situation, she would have loved for him to put an arm around her waist instead. "Don't worry; everything is going to be alright." He said, pretending to be soothing. His eyes were glinting with humor though, as they always did whenever it was time to be completely serious.

She gave him a slight glare, before shaking her head with another sigh, "No… It's not." was all she said. The guards seemed to be getting bored, which she could tell by the way they all kept shifting their weight and a few kept yawning. It would soon be time, seeing as they didn't change shifts for quite a while longer.

Keeping an eye on the guards, she quietly pulled the pocketknife from her bra, showing it to Clint before handing it to him. He nodded, placing it in a pocket of his. That was their escape route, without it they were screwed.