Mission impossible - The Assassin Protocol

SUMMARY:

After the events of ghost protocol, Ethan and his team (Jane, Benji, William) knew that they can rely on each other's back. They have formed a bond of friendship and consider each other a family. So what happens when the new IMF secretary thinks they are ready for 'The Assassin Protocol'? A mission that will test their bond on team work and friendship. A mission that will leave them tangled in webs of lies and betrayal that were woven around them since the beginning of IMF. A betrayal from their own team member who they thought was a good man. In other words, Ethan and the whole of IMF finally meets the dark & dangerous side of William Brandt.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey guys, this is my first fanfic. I'm not that good at English but I've tried my best to make this story as interesting & fun as possible. I don't own avengers or mission impossible series.

Before you guys read this, I just want to let you know that it's a crossover between avengers & mission impossible. And yes Clint Barton is William Brandt. I'll be making more series on him but for starters this is my first one. Oh n yes, the pairings: Clint/Natasha

Hopefully you guys enjoy this. And Please review, it will help me to improve my writing. I'll promise you that I'll try my best. And btw I will be uploading new chapters every 2 days. Maximum would be a week, but no more than a week I promise.

Chapter 1 - Prologue

It was a rainy night. The usual busy street in Manhattan seemed so quiet. The roads were empty and the side walks were scattered with bits of garbage that were following the direction of the wind. Just along the footpath, a man in a black suit was running for his life. His footsteps echoed throughout the whole street. His breadth coming heavy and fast. With a bag in his hands, he ran around the street trying to look for a spot to take cover in. It seemed he was running from someone. The adrenaline rush he had was finally wearing off. The tension and fear on his face was increasing by the minute. Above him, the dark grey clouds thundered with lighting, illuminating the dark corners of the street. He was frightened. The falling rain has soaked him from inside out. As the adrenaline rush inside his veins came down, he had only one thought in his mind. 'Get to safety before he gets himself killed'.

The bag in his hands contained all the evidence against the dangerous people that the IMF was trying to track down over the years. What he has in the bag would be the most valuable Intel IMF has ever managed to find on these dangerous people. He was told not to engage with the targets but he did to steal the papers. And he managed to dig gold. He just need to inform the HQ before someone finds him. Or rather 'He' finds him.

Shrugging off the thought, he made his way towards a dark ally on the right side of the quiet street. There was a yellow public telephone booth on the side of the alley. Walking up to the phone he picked up the receiver and punched in a series of numbers followed by a long beep. An old monotone voice of a women started speaking in his ear.

"Welcome. Please identify your code"

"Code 0-3-3-7 requesting an immediate extraction. I repeat. Immediate extraction."

"Code verified. Welcome agent Mackabe. Phone connected in 3, 2, 1"

" Agent Mackabe, how can I help you?" A second male voice came through.

" I need immediate extraction. My cover has been blown. Tell the secretary that I have the files. You need to get me out of here ASAP Larry. " Mackabe exclaimed through his end of the receiver. The chill in the air begin to itch his back. He could feel that he wasn't alone.

" Calm down agent Mackabe. I have your location, I'll send someone to pick you up." Larry said.

"Ok but before that connect me to the secretary."

"Hold on". As he waited for his line to connect, something flickered behind him. He quickly turned around with his gun raised only to catch a glimpse of a dark figure disappearing. It was so quick that at first Mackabe thought it was just a play of light. But the situation he was in brought his attention out of that thought. Soon enough the voice of the secretary came though his ear.

"Mackabe?"

"Sir, I've got the files!" He said loudly. He knew he was running out of time.

" Mackabe if this is a joke I'll kill you"

"No sir. I found everything. I've got it all here with me. My cover has been blown And my whole team was murdered in front of me and I'm next. Please sir, you need to get these files before-" Before he could finish his sentence, something came flying towards the telephone booth. It struck the side of the booth before exploding in a small bright explosion. Mackabe covered his eyes from the blinding flash and was pushed back on the wet pavement. Upon inspecting the thing that nearly blinded him, he took few steps back in shock only to realize that it was a black, shiny deadly arrow embedded in the wall. It was an explosive arrow. He knew who that arrow belonged too. After all he saw how one of them killed his best friend. He could still hear their screams as they begged him for to help them. But he was too much of a coward. He wasn't gonna risk his life. He has to get this bag to HQ and take all the credit on his head.

While he was too busy in his thoughts, he didn't see a dark figure jumping from the roof few meters behind him. It was the sound of the second explosive arrow that went off near his feet. He jerked backwards towards the telephone booth and raised his hands to shield his face. He was running out of time. The unattended phone receiver hanging from the wire was blaring out his secretary's sharp voice. Demanding to know what's happening.

Anger boiled within him. Ignoring his secretary's orders, he moved his gun around the dark ally wildly. Shooting at everything he sees that seemed to be moving or making noise. After few shots, he stopped only to receive an arrow pierced in his right knee. He cried out in pain as he fell on his back. Agent Mackabe knew that the archer was playing with him. Trying to see his limits.

"You bastard son of a bitch. Stop shooting like a coward. Come and fight me if you have the guts!" Mackabe yelled out in the dark night. The pain in his knee was blinding him with tears.

He tried his best to stand up but couldn't. So he crawled to the telephone booth and picked up the hanging receiver.

" MACKABE, what the hell is going on?" The secretary's voice boomed in his ear.

" What do you think? He's about to kill me." Mackabe yelled at his boss.

"Get out of their Mackabe!"

"I'm trying!" Agent Mackabe could feel his fear in his own voice. He used the side of the booth to pull himself up but to only get knocked back down by a kick to his back.

The kick came from behind him. He was now lying flat on his back, starring at the night sky. He could see an outline of a boot over his face. Before it could crush his face, he held onto the boot, to stop it from coming down. The sheer strength that took him to hold the boot up for few seconds from crushing his face soon ran out and as the boot came flat down on his face, he felt some of his fingers break under the pressure. The sound of the bones breaking was loud and clear to his ears. Soon enough, another kick to his side left him breathing heavily. His face was swollen & bleeding. He did everything to avoid the next series of kicks but failed. He knew the archer was about to finish him off so in the name of last attempt he pulled himself close to the hanging receiver. He looked up at the cold blue eyes starring at him. The archer already had his bow ready pointing the arrow head towards Mackabe.

"You're wrong!" Mackabe said loudly.

"You're wrong to think that you are doing good by killing people. You're a cold hearted murder. I guess you're bitch was wrong. IMF WILL FINI-" Mackabe stopped between his full out rant. The arrow that the archer had on his bow was suddenly released ending up in agent mackabe's neck, ending his life instantly. With that the body fell back down on the wet pavement.

The cold blue eyes of the archer was raging with anger. He pulled out two more arrows and embedded them on to mackabe's body. With a definite satisfaction, he grab hold of the black bag which Contained all the Intel on him and his colleges. Removing the documents from the bag, he pulled out a lighter and lit the papers in flame. As he watched the evidence against him turned into ash, he took out a little carving knife and left a little message to IMF on mackabe's forehead before leaving the ally.

'GAME ON BITCHES'