This story was literally planned in late 2016 but because its plot has constantly been changing, I finally solidified a plot after watching that episode of Agents of SHIELD where Hunter broke Fitz out of that government holding facility.

Just a side note - I don't own these characters and this novella is basically a parody of missions. Do not read this if you wanted something legit.

Chapter One: Cause

"Barton, Romanoff, they never have an extraction plan!"

"They know that going in!"

-o-

Ninety days ago, Agents Barton and Romanoff were assigned on a mission to infiltrate a secret organization that a SHIELD source said was possibly affiliated with HYDRA.

Eighty-six days ago, the two of them suited up.

Eighty-four days ago, they initiated their plan to go undercover as agents of the unknown organization to get an indepth look at what was really happening behind those closed doors..

Seventy-two days ago, they got compromised. In response to the sudden coup aimed at them, Clint and Natasha fought back, obviously. The fight was simple, almost like another one of their training sessions except set on the easy mode. At one point, a bullet grazed Clint's torso and he fell over. Natasha turned around and in the spur of the moment, she ran the other way. Clint looked up as Natasha became smaller in his vision and eventually disappeared with other agents following her. He was alone on the ground with a bleeding flesh wound and guns pointed right at him. He looked through his peripheral vision to see his bow and arrows too far for his grasp. He surrendered.

Seventy-one days ago, Clint was locked in a solitary cell. He was interrogated every day from that point forward - not only on his intentions or the mission he was assigned to but about the location of Natasha Romanoff.

-o-

Clint is shoved into the interrogation room with his hands cuffed behind his back and attached to his bound ankles. With small dragging motions of his feet, he shuffles his way over to the same dingy metal chair he's been sitting at for the past seventy-one days. This time, he didn't have to be forced to sit since he willingly cooperated. Clint lifts his head and is faced with the same room set-up as per usual: two interrogating agents, one male, and the other female; the female stands behind his seat and the male in front. The metal table in front of him is empty, probably there for decoration. Two agents with guns stand in the doorway, ready and desiring to blow his head off.

"It's been seventy-one days, Agent Barton," the male agent says to him.

"It has?!" Clint exclaims sarcastically. He smirks as his back slaps against his chair. "Wow...time really flies when you're doing nothing."

The male agent rolls his eyes, not wanting to go through this bullshit for the seventy-first day in a row. "Have you been in secret contact with your partner while locked up in your cell?"

"No, have you? She's been ignoring the calls I haven't been making. And even if we were somehow communication through the walls, why the hell would I tell you?"

A second eye roll. "If you make any more jokes, we will kill you."

"I love your good ol' fashioned empty threats. Do you really think you will kill me?"

A third eye roll. "Oh, don't worry. You'll die another way."

Clint swallows his next set of joked as the guards cock their guns. They weren't going to shoot him, were they? His jokes weren't actually that bad, were they?

"Get up," the female agent orders, nudging the back of his chair with her knee.

Clint stands up and shuffles to the side. He waits for the female agent to escort him out from behind but she just stands there. Clint hesitates on whether or not he should say something but chooses not to when he realizes that she's smirking like a psychopath with a plan.

"That's the first time I've seen your pearly whites," Clint comments, "but please stop because I am getting creeped out. Can I go back to my cell now?"

Clint never thought he would ask that. Maybe being locked up here with no access to the sun was finally making him go crazy? He also never thought he would see the guards pointing their guns at their own agent. The female puts her hands up and behind their head with that smirk still resting on her face.

"You're not Agent Mattingly..." the male agent mutters as he points his own revolver at her. "How long have you been here?"

That smirk lifts a little more in one corner. "Seventy-one days..."

In the blink of an eye, chaos breaks loose in the interrogation room. The female agent kicks the metal chair that Clint was sitting in earlier forwards. It collides with the male agent's face. As bullets start being fired non-stop, both Clint and the female agent duck. Clint quickly turns around and hurls the table at the guards to distract them. With the spare seconds, the female rips off her wig and whips it at one of the guards. It latches onto his face and administers a strong electrical shock which sends him to the ground. Clint looks over at her and she pulls out two knives from her hair and throws them at the second guard, stabbing him as her red curls fall down to her shoulders.

Clint sees her face start to pixelate. She pinches at the corners of her face to remove the mask. Once Natasha is revealed, Clint shuffles over to one of the unconscious guards to snag their guns and shoot the locks of his restraints. One of the guards starts waking up and Clint steps down on his neck.

"You will do as I say or I will kill you slowly and painfully..." Clint tells him. "And please, don't even try to fight back because my colleague over there has barely broken a sweat. You will never get away from us."

Alarms start blaring. Clint kicks him back to an unconscious state as Natasha starts cursing under her breath in Russian. She and Clint run out the door as she takes out her guns. The two of them start running down the empty hallways that will soon be filled with bloodthirsty agents with the goal to hunt them down. Natasha unclips Clint's bow and filled quiver from her back and hands it to him. How was she able to hide it there? Clint will never know or ask.

"Next time, you're being held hostage," Clint tells her. "It won't take me seventy-one days to extract some information."

"It took me a week to get every single detail, actually," Natasha replies casually.

"So, if it took you seven days to get all that we needed and more, why was I locked up for an additional sixty-four days?!"

Natasha looks at her phone. "It's classified."

Clint almost stops running. "Classified?! We have the same clearance level!"

Natasha shrugs. Clint decides that it would be best to stop asking questions and just follow Natasha since she has a plan for getting them both out of here. Maybe that was the reason for the additional seventy-one days?

"Did you call my guy?" Clint asks.

"I did," Natasha replies as they turn a corner. "He was as sketchy as hell but I still sent him the money you provided. Our car should be parked at the campsite just on the other side of the forest."

"And how are we getting there?"

"We need to get to the north-east sector of the building where we will dive into the ventilation - "

"Too many steps."

He and Natasha stop running. She places her hands on her hips and furrows her brows as Clint fiddles with the beloved bow he missed while imprisoned and wearing a stupid yet snarky grin on his face.

"Do you have a better idea?" Natasha asks him.

"Always," Clint responds. "Face it, they already know we're here and we have to go out with a bang."

Clint mimics an explosion with his hands for dramatic support for his point. Natasha thinks about how she should've just left him in his cell since he already seemed to be losing his mind from the solitary confinement.

"So?" Natasha questions.

Clint points to the wall at the end of the hallway. Natasha looks over at the wall and then back at Clint, unsure of what he's trying to say. Clint loads his bow and fires. The arrow lands on the wall, its head ticking down before blowing a hole in the wall. Once the debris has settled, they both face the sun and run towards it.

"Wow..." Clint pants. "I haven't had vitamin D in so long!"

"There's still time for me to make you see stars while I make a run for it," Natasha replies.

Clint keeps his next sarcastic comment to himself as he and Natasha plow through the guards who were scouted along the perimeter. Bullets skim their bodies as they make their way into the forest. From this point forward, they just have to get to their ride before the oncoming gunfire comes up.

Just warning you in advance, this story will only be three chapters long. I hope you like it so far.

Stay Tuned - Clint and Natasha will face many obstacles as they continue to make their escape.