"Her name is Natalia Romanova, otherwise known as Natasha Romanoff, code name Black Widow."
"Black Widow?" Clint Barton said surprised, who would get that sort of name?
"She is well known for her power over those of her opposite sex, sh-" Nick Fury was angered when Clint cut him off half-way through his explanation.
"So she's just like a black widow spider?"
"Exactly, just like you and your hawk eyes."
"She looks young" Clint stated, looking the picture over again; long brown hair with a hint of red, sharp blue eyes and a stern face. Yes, she looked young, but she also looked skilled and Clint knew that the look in her eyes highlighted that she had seen a lot in her life.
"Just because she's young does not mean that she is not the enemy."
"What do you want me to do with her?"
"Kill her."
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Natalia Romanova (Natasha Romanoff) stepped out of the dark windowed car that she had been sitting sternly in, a straight back and pursed lips. Her high heels clapped as they landed on the heavily cold pavement as the damp rain spun around her, straight away Russ, the boy that was assisting her, put up a black umbrella and shielded her from the wet showing no care towards himself getting shunned by it. She never said thank you, she didn't need to; she was to important.
"Ma'am" A tall figure said as she entered the building, two men holding the heavy glass doors and nodding their heads as she strided in. She needn't reply. Instead, she walked past him and through a corridor, following the walls in the quiet building until she reached a room. This time, she herself knocked on the door before opening it, eyes piercing as the atmosphere went bright.
"Ah, Natalie, I trust the mission was completed successfully" A man wearing a black suit said harshly as she entered.
"Yes Sir" Natasha replied, her voice came out loud and strong as she reached into her tight black leather trouser pocket and loosely chucked the purple memory stick at the man. "All the documents are in there" she said when he caught it "I didn't wipe their database as they would have realised more quickly that someone had hacked in."
"Good... Very good" the man said, smirking grimly "but of course, nothing less would be expected by the great Black Widow." Natasha didn't reply, she just nodded before turning and going to walk out. Just as she turned she heard a loud crash and turned to see the man sprawled on the floor, an arrow in his back. Natasha nodded, not letting her face show any emotion or expression as she knew the shooter would be watching her. Steadily, Natasha walked out of the room to find the very few men who had been in the lobby all dead; in the exact same way.
At a faster pace, she started walking briskly back down the corridor and jumped the steps to go downwards until she was in a heavily piped room. The easiest room for a chase. Quickly and silently stepping, Natasha got herself visually lost inbetween the many boilers that sat steamily in the room. It wasn't long until she heard the footsteps come into the room.
Keeping her breathing at a low sound, she stepped away from the sounds of footsteps and slowly brought out her gun and readied the other gadgets she had in her belt. She slowly walked round a boiler and peered around it to see the figure of Clint Barton. She hadn't been expecting anyone else in fact, the arrows and the fact that she had only just returned from the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier earlier that day. She spun around and started shooting towards the built man, as soon as the bullets started firing, Clint turned around and loaded up arrow after arrow; aiming loosely.
Both dodged eachothers bullets and arrows as they neared closely to each other, Natasha rolled her eyes as she chucked her gun to the floor and started using martial arts. She hit him hard around his face and kicked his gut, Clint stepped back, wrapping his arms around his stomach and he groaned. "You have a strong blow" he said, his head looking towards the ground.
"Is that really that much of a surprise?" Natasha muttered, her Russian accent showing as she took a step towards him. She let out a small gasp as he swung his leg around and tripped her. Natasha fell down backwards onto the floor and Clint quickly took advantage of it as he leaped on top of her, hand grasping an arrow as he held it against her chest. "Go on then little hawk, do what you were sent to do" she said, her voice bold as she refused to let the situation weaken hr.
"What makes you think that I've been sent to kill you?" Clint asked gruffly, his thumb and second finger spinning the arrow.
"I know that Fury has been having me watched for ages now, he's probably upset about the few I injured earlier."
"Why did you do it?"
"The same reason that you are here, I was ordered to do it" Natasha said bluntly, her eyes locking onto his "orders are orders and in the end, isn't that the reason for everything we do?"
"Of course" Clint nodded, slowly digging the sharp arrow into her chest as the red of blood started spilling onto her white blouse. Natasha smiled. She didn't cry, she didn't beg for mercy; she remained smiling as he dug the arrow more and more in.
"Stop. Make her unconscious. Then bring her in" the voice in Clint's ear caught him off-guard. He was just about to protest but quickly shut his mouth. 'Orders are orders' The woman had been right, Nick Fury had ordered him to take her back to S.H.I.E.L.D. alive and he knew that if he didn't then there would be consequences.