This is my first story and I would really want feedback! I wanna improve my writting in general! This story is how Clint and Natasha's relationship changes. Hope you like it!
Characters respectfully belongs to Marvel. I do not own anything.
Cover art done by me (original without tittle on my tumblr : rirainnye)
EDIT(July 20th 2015): Made some details different a bit.
Redhead sits on the window bench, cleaning her guns. She was injured, briefly patched up. Green eyes so sharp she could hurt someone when she stares. It's been what, the 19th field mission in three years since she'd graduated. She thought she wouldn't even survive graduation but look at her now, the infamous widow. Poisonous.
A black dress, red heels and bloodred lipstick. She was the definition of a rose. Beautiful but painful to hold. She was tired of her work, but not completely tired to give it up, however leaving the Red Room wasn't a bad idea. She hears something through her communicator and she answered.
" Paltrov, I'm not finished. Three days, you said three days, it's only been 12 hours."
" No, the briefcase is not retrieved, do you know how hard it is to do this job. You'll have it before Sunday. That's it. Romanova out"
Romanova, or Natalia was tired of work. She didn't have a break ever since she was sent out to the field. Red Room was putting too much pressure on her, but at least those are not the work she had when she was a kid. She desperately wanted a vacation from everything. 8 years in the job and she haven't gotten a single day off. She decided today was the day.
Natalia stepped over the table, places her guns down and took her purse. The apartment she stayed in was decent, not a bad place but it wasn't anything spectacular. She walked to the bathroom, door shut. She stared at herself in the mirror,before she tied her hair, made a bun. Sanitized her cuts and took care of her bruises. Her face was completely new after 20 minutes. She glance at her purse, a little bottle of green liquid popped out. It was what she was sent to retrieve. No one did tell her what that was but she knew. It was the serum injected into her 5 years ago. Upgraded her abilities, stamina increased and even two inch taller. The point is, the serum was dangerous, and the Red Room didn't want Natalia to overdose. When they first planted the drug, she was addicted to it. Took awhile for her to calm down. The Natalia now knew better, and that's why she wouldn't take it but she won't bring it back, not until the last minute. Natalia had to be careful to hide the bottle, under the surveillance of Red Room's snipers camouflaging. Of course Natalia notices. No one could hide from her, but she can damn sure hide from everybody.
Natalia looked different, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her outfit consisted of a black t-shirt, denim pants and blue chuck taylor. Hijacked a car, drove out, no one suspected a thing. It was early 6am with freezing wind. Nat wore a jacket, but she wouldn't need it even if she was wearing a tank top. Finland was cold, but Nat can handle it. She needed to get out of Finland, or at least Helsinki, before she could plan on whatever mayhem she plans to do during her break.
Stopped by a coffee shop and left with a vanilla mocha. She felt safer than usual, and that was unusual. Her sharp eyes noticed someone. Someone who was following her. Male, taller and more bulk up, but not too much. He was not a Red Room agent. He looked American. Blonde and blue eyes like her disguise. They could be twins.
She was quick and swift. Disappeared when the man stepped out the door.
Alleyway, she was walking fast. Turning and turning until she herself was lost. She was half sure that she lost him but just when she sipped her mocha, it dropped. Along with it is an arrow. She was confused, who would use arrows and now she has to deal with arrows.
Why can't I just get a break. The only time I could just have a regular coffee and someone is now after me. This is the 10th time this happened this year. She guessed the shooter must be up on some roof. So she carefully watches without obviously looking up. She did what everyone would do, run and scream, only she was faking. There's one thing Natalia Romanova was an expert on, it was acting. She was the best. Better than all the Hollywood stars. She ran screaming, alerting nearby citizens and eventually, police officers. When the mysterious shooter was the main concern, she immediately disappear. She knew that would buy her sometime. An assassin can never reveals his or her cover. That's her job too. She knows too well. She got into a car and drove off. Going as fast as she can. She really wanted that coffee and now that assassin just ruined it for her.
Natalia stopped for a moment, she knew she has to turn into somebody else. First thing that comes to mind is to head for a mall. It's passed 8am and luckily a few department stores are open. She picked out brown jeans, with a long sleeve v-neck shirt, cream color and a pair of leather boots. Went to the bathroom and washed up. She removed the blue contact lens and wore fake glasses. Once she stepped out she saw him right away, talking to the cashier in the shop where she got her jeans.
She tried to look casual. She refuse to make any move because the Red Room would snatch her right away. Just when she notices the American left, she lets out a relief sigh. She dislikes these trouble. She wants to cause her own trouble. Nat walks out the mall, but she doesn't let her guard down. She has a feeling he hasn't left yet. Red Room trained her to. She quickly got into her black car and drove out. It was a compact car. Brand new. She feels kinda bad for stealing it, but again, she wasn't, the family was wealthy. She'll give it back. Kinda.
Everything's going fine for awhile when two arrows was shot to the seats of the car. Damn it. Natalia pushed to higher speed. She needed to go faster. A van was tailing her with an archer shooting arrows at her car. Of all the weapons, he had to chose bows and arrows. She had enough, she multitask with driving and shooting back with her gun. She wasn't good at aiming far distances. The archer certainly got the upperhand in this chase. The streets were fairly empty. She must be in the outskirts. She got spaces to run but nowhere to hide.
The chase happened for awhile. Until an exploding arrow hit Natalia's car when she ran out of bullets. The archer and his back up went to check if The Black Widow is dead. She wasn't. The first thing that hit them were her powerful kicks and thigh chokes. She was busy fighting all of them and when she knocked out the agents, she turned to face an arrow straight to the face. The archer was bruised. Natalia is full of open wounds.
" What cha waiting for, shoot me" Natalia dared.
"You're the Black Widow, normally you would fight back, why haven't you?" The assassin replied.
" Because you are gonna shoot me if I move an inch"
" What if I don't?"
" And why would you do that?" Natalia spat, taking a step forward, letting the arrow touching her soft skin. Her eyes are hypnotizing.
The assassin stared at his target, his face the same, no emotions. Natalia couldn't tell if he was following her act or not. The air tensed and the Widow snapped the arrow, threw the bow off balance and landed a punch in the archer's face. He quickly got back on track as he fights back, hits her stomach and elbows her back. Natalia couldn't dodge so she revenge with a headlock, only to get stabbed in the thigh with an arrow. Her grip on the archer loosens but she doesn't let go. He was stronger so it was easy to break out of the lighter hold. He pinned her hands behind her back, leaned his face near her ear and cheek.
" Because I'm having a beautiful day today until I got a call to eliminate you, but I really don't want to ruin my wonderful day so I don't want to kill you, just yet."
