Disclaimer: I don't own this movie or anything... if I did, I wouldn't be on FanFiction, and this would be a script for the next Marvel movie.
Movie-verse. Pre-Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, et cetera. Only using one comic book element, but to say what would be a spoiler.
Don't like it, don't read. Set in the times when S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were just agents without no superpowers. A story of how Black Widow joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and the problems that she brought with her.
.: Chapter One : The Black Widow :.
"Sir, it seems we have another situation," said Maria Hill, eyeing the red hourglass-shaped symbol that flashed on her computer screen.
Phil Coulson was knee-deep in legal paperwork - he was big on that sort of thing - so the last thing he needed at the moment was a petty situation. It was probably nothing, anyway. Maybe another "training accident" caused by Mr. Tony Stark needed covering up from the press, or perhaps Agent Barton had managed to accidentally puncture himself with a poison-tipped arrowhead again. Assuming it wasn't the latter, Coulson figured Barton could handle whatever it was. "Get Barton on it, I'm busy."
"No, sir, you don't under-"
"I don't have time for this right now. Barton is fully capable."
"It's the Black Widow, sir. He's struck again."
Agent Hill now had Phil's full attention. He quickly moved the sensitive information off his desk and hurried to where she was working on her computer. "By struck, you mean..."
"Killed, sir. Except it's worse this time. He attempted to break into the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in Western Poland." Maria pulled security footage onto the screen. "The backup generators were able to run the security cameras long enough for us to see Agent Lonsard call for a lock down, only to be shot."
Coulson banged his fist on the desk and Maria jumped. "This guy is making a lot of trouble for me. Call Barton, tell him to pack his bags. Get Fury on the line, tell him we need to talk to the Board. Immediately. I expect to see the three of you in the conference room in thirty minutes. Get me a hard copy of everything we know, while you're at it."
"Right away, sir."
Keeping the press off of Stark's ass could wait. Besides, the guy needed to learn how to handle himself properly. If this Black Widow figure wasn't handled soon, a training exercise gone wrong would be of the least interest to the press, and of Coulson's worries.
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Later that evening, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, and Phil Coulson were sat at a secure video conference with other S.H.I.E.L.D. directors. Everyone seemed tense, with the exception of Clint Barton, who had been lying back in his chair with his arms above his head, until Coulson promptly scolded him. Barton rolled his eyes but obeyed reluctantly, though he remained uninterested.
"We need to control this problem," Fury was saying, "Before more of my agents are sent home in boxes."
"If we could trick him into breaking in again, we could trap him and move him to a secure facility for questioning," suggested the representative from Asia.
"With all due respect, sir, that won't work. The Black Widow has escaped prisons before. Who's to say he won't again?" Maria asked.
"Black Widow?" said Clint, suddenly interested. "Is he related to Peter Parker, the famous Spiderman?" Everyone turned and stared him down, so he said, "Geeze, lighten up, it was just a joke."
Coulson, still slightly annoyed at his top agent for being so lax about the situation, said, "No, we will not lighten up, Barton. This is no time for joking - it's serious. Very serious. Since we have no name on file for this assassin, we call him the Black Widow, because he kills. Do you understand?" Coulson pulled out a manila folder bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. crest and a big red stamp that read CLASSIFIED, a bit clichéd, but certainly necessary. "Several Russian politicians." He threw down their photographs on a central work table. "All dead." He pulled a newspaper clipping titled Необъяснимая пожарной and held it up. "Three Ex-KGB officers mysteriously gathered in this house before it caught on fire, with them trapped inside. And I'm sure you're aware of the recent situation in Poland."
Nick Fury leaned against the table. "We were hoping for a more... permanent solution."
"You mean killing this Black Widow man?" the European director asked.
"That is exactly what I mean," said Fury. "Agent Barton is certainly up for the challenge."
Barton started to open his mouth but Hill shook her head, signaling it would be best for him to keep his mouth shut. He considered it but spoke up anyway. "Only if I can use my bow."
"We'll discuss that later," whispered Coulson, trying to shut Barton up before the Council made another of their infamous stupid decisions.
After several minutes of tense waiting, the images of the Council flickered back up on the screen. "Fine, just make sure it stays out of the press, we don't need an international incident on our hands."
Maria followed Clint and Phil as they headed to the bedrooms on the south side of the carrier. "Are you saying you don't think I can do it?" Clint asked, stopping to slide his keycard into the security checkpoint.
"No," said Phil, "Just... maybe it would be better if you used a rifle for this. Instead of your bow."
"I'm no good with guns and you know that."
"Not good with guns? It's the same concept, you point and you shoot - if you can get it with a bow, you can get it with a gun. Look at your sharpshooting record..."
Maria left the boys arguing in Clint's room. When Phil and Clint got in fights, well, it wasn't very pretty. Phil thought Clint to be too cocky and relaxed, while Clint believed Phil was too serious and by-the-book. She shook her head and continued down the hallway, towards storage 10C, the weapons department. If they wouldn't decide who was right, she would make the choice for them. She grabbed a pistol and a bow - there, Phil could have his gun, and Clint could have his bow.
"Wheels up in ten," she informed Barton upon her return, placing the weapons upon his bed. Clint shoved the weapons on top of his messily packed clothes. Phil was left standing hands-on-hips glaring at Barton.
"Barton, be careful, I don't need to lose more agents," warned Phil.
Without stopping, Clint called over his shoulder, "Aw, you care. Don't worry, he won't be doing much with an arrow through his side."
"Bullet," said Phil. "And don't you dare try anything stupid!" Phil turned to Maria, who was staring perplexed after Baton. "He's going to do something stupid, isn't he."
"Most likely. Remind me again why this five year old is on the top of your squad list?"