Chapter One
"So the information is right?" The man voice asked. "Yes, it is, my contact is sure she's there." The woman voice said. "Okay, we move at 02330." The man voice said. "Okay." The woman replied, as they hung up the phone.
The house was dark as they moved quietly and quickly. They needed to get rid of this Agent who worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. She had caused more trouble than anyone else they had encountered. Now their boss wanted her dead. This was an easy and quick job. The kitchen light turned on. The light startled them for a second, but they recovered. They saw a woman who had short red hair who watched them from the doorway of the kitchen entrance.
"Who sent you?" Natasha said.
"Who are you?" The woman asked, as she glared back at her.
"I asked you first. Answer before you end up getting hurt."
"You'll get nothing out of us." The man spat.
"We will see about that." Natasha said, as she moved towards them. They started to fight. During the fight the woman was pushed against the stove. It knocked the gas on. Slowly the room filled up with gas.
The woman kicked by Natasha knocked her against the wall. Natasha heard footstep coming down the stairs. She knew it was Clint. She didn't know why these guys were after them.
"Clint, get Rebecca out of her." Natasha yelled. She heard the footsteps, stopped midway down the stairs, and then they turned around and headed back upstairs. Natasha saw the woman started to head after Clint. Natasha knew this was her gift to Clint and Rebecca to save them. She took out her gun and fired. An instant later her vision went blank. The last words from her mouth were I love you Clint and Rebecca.
Clint could tell something was wrong, when he heard someone being thrown against the kitchen wall. He headed down stairs, but Natasha voice stopped him. Then he went back up the stairs and went to his daughter room.
He grabbed his daughter and jumped out the window. He smelt gas and he knew there were at least two people fighting. He landed, but he knew something was wrong when pain shot up from his ankle. He kept running until he got to the car. He put his daughter in the front seat. She started to wake; when she was awaked she looked up at him. The explosion caught her attention.
"Mom," Rebecca said, as she tried to get out of the car. Clint knew the pressure point to knock her out. A second later Rebecca was calm and sitting in the seat looking straight ahead.
This couldn't be, her mother had died in an explosion, which destroyed her home. My dad was driving, not sure where we were going. I knew my parents were hiding something from me, but I couldn't figure it out.
I love my parents, but they were secretive at times. Of course, I had a secret, which I don't tell them, it could hurt them or get them killed. I love them too much to tell them. I want them safe and the only way that was going to happen was if I kept my mouth shut, which I have.
It was about half an hour drive to get to where we were going. When we stopped I looked out the window to see where we were at, it was a little bit of a shock. It was the Stark building. What in the world were they doing there?
"Becca, honey there is something I have to tell you." Clint said, as he looked over at her.
"What is it dad?"
"Your mother and I are part of The Avengers team. Your mother was Black Widow and I am Hawkeye." Clint said, as he waited for his daughter's reaction. Rebecca looked at her father. This was the big secret. Rebecca got out of the car and walked to the entrance of the building, she waited for her father.
Clint sighed then he got out of the car and went to the entrance. After a handprint and an eye scan, he was welcome by Jarvis. Rebecca and Clint entered the building.
Rebecca was quiet for the ride up to their new living area; he was starting to worry now. This wasn't like his daughter at all. Something was wrong; of course the death of his wife and her mother was the cause. It hasn't hit him just yet Natasha death. He had his daughter to worry about now. S.H.I.E.L.D would handle everything else. His main concern was for his daughter.
"Becca, please say something, anything." Clint asked. He wanted to know what was going on in his daughter's mind now.
"Dad," Rebecca said, as she hugged her father. Clint wrapped his arm around her. He was glad he had gotten a reaction from her. The elevator doors opened. They stepped out and headed towards his room, well it was Natasha and his room. Rebecca just followed him. She was thinking of all the good times she had with her mother. She touched the necklace around her neck. Her mother had given it to her on her seventeenth birthday, which was close to a year ago. This wasn't fair she was going to get to the bottom of why her mother died.
They reached the room; as soon as they entered Rebecca went and sat on the couch. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. Clint went and sat down beside her. He didn't say anything, they just sat there.