This is my first fan fiction after being obsessed with this site for quite some time. Just watched the Avengers and fell in love with the pair of them. I hope you enjoy and please review! Thanks!
"Agent Romanov, you and Clint are to create a diversion so Team B can slip behind and get the directive. Do not let any operatives leave the base, as we don't want them to get back up." Natasha didn't think it would be that hard, she and Clint would have no problem providing a distraction, and severely depleting personnel.
She glanced over at Clint, he was already stocking up on arrows, but he felt her gaze and looked up for a smile. She was always so surprised how…nice his smile made her feel. Enough! Grab your guns, she told herself as she began whipping them into all her holsters.
Clint finished grabbing all his arrows and turned to see Natasha grabbing many, many guns. He liked her confidence, and that she could take care of herself. She would never be a damsel in distress, unless she wanted to be. He thought about her training sessions, how ruthless she could be, which was good. In her, their line of work that was good, because when she fought she fought to win.
The airplane began leveling out, and they grabbed their parachutes. They both knew what both of them would do. Clint would land on a tall building and begin with his explosive arrows, while Natasha would go for lower ground and shoot as the men came streaming out of the building. They jumped out, intending to do just that.
And they did, at first. Then Natasha noticed first. "They're covering something by the doorway; can you see what it is?"
Clint looked at the door and tried to focus, while still whipping out arrows and shooting them at the hordes below. "No, I can't see. Do you want to go, or shall I?"
"Kinda busy, go for it." Natasha said shortly as she dispatched 8 guys in one of her favorite maneuvers. Other operatives quickly took their place; she scanned the area looking for potential threats. She saw Clint shoot the arrow to slide down to get by the door.
Then, when he was sliding down, the operatives fanned out to reveal a bazooka. They shot it before Natasha could so much as warn him. Fortunately, he swung around the wire, and missed the blast. However the line was cut and he was flying down fast. Too fast.
She dispatched the men quickly, and ran to get by him.
Clint eyed the ground as he raced toward it. There were men a little before him, so if he dropped ... now! He toppled on top of them. One guy's chin dug into his shoulder, and the other operatives were already circling. Clint got up quickly and eyed them all, waiting for the first move. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Natasha was almost here. She was dealing with a few tails.
There was a quick motion and one of the operative whipped out a gun, and he started to dodge without thinking. Not the smartest…goon in the world. It got to a point in his job that you stopped remembering names of organizations when fighting; it was just people who wanted to kill you.
More gunshots, Natasha was in range. As she was fighting a few guys, she glanced over to Clint. She was struggling as the operatives had elected to just try to grab him. But one was coming up behind her... "Clint behind you!" She yelled. The operatives took that as the cue to try the same strategy on her at that moment, so she just had to watch in desperation as the guy raised his knife.
She grabbed her gun and shot him in his shoulder, it worked and he dropped the knife and grabbed the Taser.
Clint felt the electricity enter his body as he gritted his teeth to stay conscious, but his limbs were already betraying him as he dropped to the ground. His eyes rolled up, as he fell to the ground unconscious.
Natasha knew she had to act fast if he was going to get out and get Barton back to base. However, she was till pinned, but that was a short problem as she kicked and punched with new ferocity to get him. She still owed him, and as she often said, he would die at her hand and no one else's.
"We don't care about your 'Team B' trying to steal our equipment, although they were easily taken out in the ambush; we wanted you." One of the operatives that were tying Barton's arms together told her. Then she felt five or more needles stab their way into her skin. She grabbed two out before she got too dizzy to stay standing. She swayed, and stumbled to her feet. She knew it was better to play dead and see what they wanted from her, but they also had Clint so she tried to keep fighting for him. But she succumbed and she fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.
So yes, please review! Be gentle and if you have any ideas please share them! I have a few but I'm always open to suggestions, that's one of the great things about sites like these, so thanks for reading!