Sitting on the rooftops of Russia in the freezing snow hunting down one of the most feared assassins was not how Clint had planned his day. His legs were completely numb from staying corner the same spot for five hours waiting for his target. Usually, he wouldn't bother saying in the same spot for five hours waiting for his target. Why should he? Half of his targets were just rich businessmen that relied on their bodyguards to do the watching for them. But this target was a whole entire different story. Taking down the Black Widow would take every known skill he had and more. Which meant that staying still for five hours straight was something that he would be following for once.

"Target in spot," Spoke Coulson through his earpiece, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"And that only took five hours." He muttered not bothering to mute his earpiece.

As expected Coulson did nothing to indicate that he heard his complaints. Instead, he went off signaling agents to their arranged spots in case anything went wrong. Which he hoped didn't happen, because if it did it meant that he was most likely dead. And that was something that he didn't have time for. Death was just going to have to wait.

Pulling his binoculars he recognized Black Widow the moment he laid eyes on her. Her fiery red hair stood out like a red rose in a bed of thistles. She was smiling as she walked down the hall with Andrei Vadim. Her intentions were clear to him as he saw her encourage Andrei away from the crowd and into his empty study room.

It was no wonder that the Soviet wanted this guy dead. Not only was he a complete rich prick but he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. From what SHIELD had told him, he knew that his father had solid connections with the Red Room and equipped them with his technology he invented. Unfortunately, his father had mysteriously died, leaving his son with his business. Andrei imminently made it clear that he was not fit to run any sort of business or had any sort of brains that his father had. He immediately made big changes to the business, by selling his technology to any sort of dirty business that was willing to pay big cash. It only took a matter of days before the technology came into the hands of SHIELD. Which lead the Red Room to very reasons on why the Black Widow was with Andrei leading him to his death.

In the empty study room, the window gave him a perfect view of Andrei whispering in the Black Widows ear. He barely caught the look of disgust that flashed on her face as it was quickly was replaced with laughter. His breath must be pretty terrible to make the Black Widow cringe like that. Pulling his bow out he carefully aimed his arrow towards the Black Widows shoulder. She was whispering back in Andrei's ear as she led him towards his desk. He slowed his breathing as he held his arrows point at its target. Slowly he exhaled as he relaxed his hand. Then he released his arrow.

It took only the crash of shattering glass for the Black Widow recognize the situation she was in. Her eyes shot in shock as the arrow flew right past at Andrei and right to where it was aimed. The moment it made contact with her shoulder, electricity shot through her shoulder. She screamed in pain as she quickly used her left hand to pull the arrow off her right shoulder. The damage it had done was clear. Her entire right arm hung limply as blood poured out of the wound. Holding her arm she sent Barton one of the most murderous glares he had seen in a long time. In fact, he was now one hundred percent sure now that she was going to kill him. But he had the same intentions as her. Either way, one of them wasn't going to leave this place alive.

Just as the Black Widow gathered herself to her feet, Clint gathered himself to jump off the roof. Holding his bow he used as much force as he could to try to make that jump, which as not at all comfortable. Throwing yourself through throwing a broken window and onto a pile of broken glass is just about as pleasant as it sounds. But what made everything worse was doing so with the Black Widow. She didn't miss a beat. The moment his feet touched that floor, she kissed him with pain. Her fist slammed into his gut taking his breath away. He quickly stood to his to try and defend himself as he was greeted with punch, after punch. Honestly, he was one hundred percent sure that if he had been facing a black widow with two working arms he would have been dead. As he blocked her punches he analyzed her.

She was wearing a tight dress but she probably had about twenty guns hidden in there. But what caught his eyes the most was the fact that her arms were bare. Bare arms meant that she didn't have her widow bites on her, which gave him an advantage. Slowly he started using his moves on fighting back. Which was hard considering that Black Widow had not a single consistent attack. In a blink of any eye, he blocked her leg from colliding with his skull. Using all the strength he had he held her ankle and threw her to the ground.

The tables were turned as he had her pinned to the ground and was throwing every punch he had. She blocked every one she could her one good arm. Honestly, he should of had her finished right there. It was clear that he was at an advantage yet she managed to escape from his grasp. As he punched her jaw, her legs swung around his neck and slammed him to the ground. Now he was at a complete disadvantage. She punched his jaw so hard that he knew there was no away it wasn't completely dislocated. He cursed under his breath as he blocked her throws with one arm. Using his other arm he reached over his electric arrow in his quiver.

The moment she through her punch at him, he slammed his arrow behind her back. The arrows effect were clear as her eyes went wide with pain, and her attacks went ceased. Grabbing her bad arm he twisted it behind her back. He instantly felt regret at choosing her bad arm as she screamed with pain and he felt her entire body tremble with hurt. Her breathing has low and heavy, and the only she was even standing was from him holding her arm up behind her back. It was clear that she was finished. This was the moment that he was supposed to pull his gun and finish her. It was supposed to be with a gun right? He had honestly never thought of how he was supposed to kill someone like this.

He saw her eyes closing as she limped even further. How was he supposed to kill someone like this? The Black Widow was a murderer, she had killed SHIELD agents and innocent lives. Yet when Barton saw her, he saw someone who had never been given a chance in life. He knew what that was like. His life in the circus was something he wished more than ever he could go back and change.

"Damn it" He cursed as he pulled the handcuffs from his belt and clicked them onto the Black Widow.

He carried her over his shoulder as he turned on his earpiece to call Coulson.

"I have our target taken care off. Were you able to get Andrei?" He asked as he opened the door to the study.

"He tried running out of the manor but didn't get far. He's in the truck ready for questioning." Coulson replied.

"Great, I'll head out there. I'm in enough pieces to be able to walk."

Turning off of his earpiece and he sighed.

"I probably should have told him that I'm bringing the Black Widow with me." He said out loud to himself, as he walked out of the deserted manor.

"Well, Fury owes me, after all, I've gotten up at two am countless times for him and his mission calls."

Approaching the SHIELD truck Barton swung the door open as he held tightly onto the Black Widow.

"Took you long enough I've been in here forced to listen to Andrei go on about how he's going to sue-" Jared, his SHIELD partner stopped talking at his tracks as he saw the Black Widow he held over his shoulder.

"Aw hell no, Clint," Jared said as he stood up away from him.

"Don't worry I got this under control," He said.

The truth was he didn't have a single thing under control.