Authors note: So this is the companion piece to The Necklace. This is Clint telling the story of how he met Natasha to his daughter, but she won't be mentioned that much. Most of the story will be told in the moment from a third person point of view. If you haven't read The Necklace please do, this story will make a lot more sense if you do. I will be updating this once a week on Wednesdays, Thursdays, or Fridays. So, without further adieu, enjoy the story.

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Lila looked at her dad impatiently, " So are you going to tell me the story or not?"

"Fine…fine." Clint sighed, "So, one day Fury called me into his office…"

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Clint sighed as he walked into Fury's office.

"What do you want boss?", Clint asked taking a seat and propping his feet up on Fury's desk

"Well Barton, right now I want you to get you god damn feet off my desk!" Fury spat.

Clint raised his hands in surrender and kicked his feet off of the directors desk, this guy was his boss after all.

"Director, why am I here?" Clint asked.

Fury sighed and slid a photo across the desk.

"Another Russian we have to deal with, has recently been pinpointed."

Clint hesitantly picked it up. He expected it to be a muscled arms men like most of the Russians they had been dealing with lately. What he didn't expect was a blurry photo of a striking red head.

Even though the photo was blurry, Clint could tell she had delicate features, creamy white skin, and striking green eyes. She looked nothing like the main Russian spies they had to deal with.

Clint put the file down and cocked an eye brow at Fury

"What do we want with some random level one?" Clint asked.

Fury snorted and slid over a file. Clint peeked inside and saw a horrifying sight. Tens of bodies in each photo, all dead. But, for some reason, the deaths weren't bloody, most seemed to have been caused by electrocution, a shot to the head, or a simple snap of the neck.

Clint looked up at Fury, question marring his features.

Fury sighed and looked down at his own copy of the file.

"We call her the Black Widow." He said motioning towards the photo.

"Wait!" Clint yelled sitting up in his seat, "This is the Black Widow. The best spy in the world, the name without a face, the spy that kills whoever sees her? You got a picture of her?"

"Well we didn't need her entire resume but—'' Fury muttered

"Fury!" Clint interrupted.

Fury sighed and nodded

"So she," Clint said motioning to the model in the photo, "did that." He turned towards the bodies, surprised someone that delicate…could do…that.

"That's what I'm telling you Barton."

"Wow." Clint said running a hand through his hair, "What's her name?"

"We don't know."

"Where'd she train?"

"Don't know."

"Who does she work for?"

"Now that I do know." Fury joked, "Soviet Union, or more specifically the KGB."

"You're joking."

"Nope."

"How do you know who she works for?" Clint asked.

Fury smiled, "Even the best of us make mistakes."

Clint shook his head and stared up at Fury, "So what do you want from me?"

Fury looked at him. The same look Fury game him before he was sent to take out a rogue agent.

A look of understanding dawned over Clints features,"So you want me to take her out."

"I want you to try."

"I'm sorry?" Clint asked. Did Fury really think he was incapable of taking this agent out.

"You heard me Barton, now go train." Fury said motioning towards the door. But Clint didn't even move a muscle.

"Yeah, but how am I supposed to take out someone that is supposedly 'The Best Spy in he World'.

"You'll figure it out." Fury said before going back to his paperwork.

Clint thought about arguing, but he figured it would be no use, not with Fury, anyways. So he reluctantly walked out of the room, the file of the Black Widow still cool in his palm.

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Walking out of Fury's office Clint had a million thoughts racing through his head, but that didn't stop him from managing to call out at Fury's number two.

"Hill! Who else knows about this!" He yelled at the one and only Maria Hill.

About twenty or so agents in the vicinity turned to look at the exchange, but they had learned by now that eavesdropping on these two would only lead to more questions.

"Keep you voice down Clint." Maria chided weakly, but then she lowered her voice, "But to answer your question, only Fury, Coulson, Me, and now you I guess. Speaking of, why did Fury put you on the project?"

"He assigned me to take her out."

Maria's stoic face melted into one of laugher.

"You're joking, right?"

"Of course not. I don't joke about marks."

Maria's voice turned serious, " Clint, she's the Black Widow. How do you expect to even come close to beating her?"

Clint smirked, "Luck."

Maria snorted.

"Well there's a first time for everything. And if you're going up against the Black Widow..well…you'll need as much luck as you can get."

"Well excuse me Maria, but I have to go train." He shoved past Maria—he didn't need to hear about how gruesome his death would be—and moved towards the training room.

As Clint was walking away he barely caught Maria's solemn words, " You'll need it, if your going to survive."

Clint stepped into the SHIELD training room, consequentially most of the agents currently occupying it, stepped out. But Clint didn't start training right away. He looked down at the file in his hand.

"Let's see whats in here." He muttered to himself, peeking into the insides of the file.

The first few pages were just photos of the murders Black Widow had committed. But after that was a list of her sprecial skills.

Special skills: Expert tactician, hand-to-hand combat, expert marksman and mastery of various other weapon, master of espionage, skilled at multiple different forms of martial arts( believed to be trained in some form of gymnastics or dance…'' The list went on and on.

Clint put the file down, he couldn't read anymore. Black Widow seemed to not even be…well…human! She had every skill a spy possibly could. In other words, she was any country's dream assassin, but because that country was mother freaking Russia, she had to be taken out.

Clint shook his head trying to clear these thoughts from his head, but then his eyes caught the glint of a mechanical bow hanging up on the wall…

Technically training equipment was open to any agent, but everyone knew this was Clint's bow, and that if they touched it thy would have to answer to him.

Clint grabbed the bow, and in doing so every muscle in his body loosened. For a lot of new agents grabbing a weapon made their pulse quicken, their muscles tighten, and caused their breathing to become shallower, but not Clint. No, whenever Clint grabbed the bow, well, it was the opposite.

"SHIELD training. Level 10." Clint muttered out loud, while typing it into the computer.

The computers automated voice blared back at him, "training begins in 3…2…1."

A cardboard cut out of a spy in black—but not SHIELD uniform— popped up, Clint hit it easily. Then a civilian sprang up and he shot an arrow, but not at the civilian, but at the spy behind her.

This vigorous training continued for about thirty minutes, with Clint dodging civilians and hitting his marks. And of course, he didn't miss a single shot. He never did.

Clint hung the bow back on the shelf. It was a struggle to put the bow back up, but then again, it always was.

On his way out Clint passed the file of Black Widow again, and noticed a red marker next to it—most likely curtesy of Maria—he grabbed the red marker, and gashed something on the file, then he picked up the file, and strolled out of the training room.

Like every time he finished training, he pretended not to notice the agents that were obviously watching him shoot—he also pretended not to notice the times they bet on whether or not he would miss—. He made a beeline towards the back of the facility.

Clint, sweaty and exhausted, paced back through the SHIELD facility towards the directors office. When he got there, he didn't knock, he just barged inside. Fury was having a conversation with Coulson, but Clint took no heed of it.

He slammed the file on the desk, a big red 'X' marring the face of the Black Widow. Clint looked up at Fury and said the words that started it all…

"How do I catch a spider?"

Fury smiled in return

"I'm glad you asked…"