Chapter 1
Natasha POV
I jumped when I heard a knock at the door. I put down my book and opened the door to Clint, who wore that same cocky smirk that he always did. I sighed and crossed my arms across my chest. "What do you want?" He made a gesture for me to follow him. I quickly pulled on a sweater and ran to catch up with him. "What's up?" He shrugged. "Fury wanted to see us in the conference room, said he had a new mission," he said, his smile growing a bit. I rolled my eyes. "Do you have any idea what it is?" He shrugged in response. I opened the door to the conference room, where Fury was already waiting for us. He grabbed a file off of the table and tossed to Clint who caught it with one hand. "There's your target," he said. Clint's eyes widened. "It's really thin Fury," he said. "Even thinner than Nat's was," I turned towards him, snatching the file from his hand. I opened it up, it was only a quarter of a page full. All it had was a name. My eyes widened and I gasped as I read the name. Clint whipped his head in my direction. Director Fury gave me an apologetic look. I looked at Fury. "She's still alive," I demanded. Fury nodded. I gave him a death glare. "And just when were you going to tell me this?" He just looked down at the floor. "Wait, who are we talking about," asked Clint. We both ignored him. "Why are you sending me on this mission, you know that I'm by far the worst person you could actually send," I said, my voice rising to a shout. Fury sat down. "You're not going to be the one to kill her, Barton is, you're just there for backup." I shifted my glance so that it rested on Clint. He raised his hands as if the police just caught him. "I don't even know who we're talking about here, I didn't even get the chance to read the file." I sighed and nodded at Fury, confirming that I would go on the mission. He nodded back. I turned to face Clint, taking a deep breath. "Her name is Catarina," I said. "She's my older sister."
"WHAT THE HELL," Clint shouted. "YOU HAVE A SISTER THAT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT!?" I nodded sheepishly. He sat down, barely missing the chair. "How, why, how?" I put a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down, you'll meet her soon enough," he nodded slowly. Fury was clearly waiting to give his instructions. I gestured for him to continue. "Anyways as I was saying," he started. "Catarina also goes by her code name, The Dreamcatcher. She will be in D.C in order to assassinate the creator of the newly developed mutant cure, Dr. Fuller. Your job is to find her and terminate. Natasha, you have orders to shoot on sight." I nodded and gulped. That was honestly the last thing I needed today. "Dismissed, you leave in an hour," Fury finished. We nodded and left the room. I took a few deep breaths before heading to my room to gear up. I was ready in ten minutes when I heard a Clint knocking on my door. I opened it and he welcomed himself in. "Okay lemme get this straight," he said. "You have an older sister, who is an assassin like you were, and she's even better?" I nodded. "Yes pretty much." He collapsed on my bed. "I could barely get past you, what am I going to do now," he complained. I sat down next to him. "I know," I said. "She was always much better than me, while I was top of my class, she was the top of the school." He rolled onto his side. "Wait, just how old is she?" I thought for a moment. "Well she was four years older than me and I'm twenty-one right now so around twenty-five, twenty-six," I replied. "Basically the same age as you." He nodded and sighed. I checked my watch. "We should probably get on the jet now," I said. He agreed and we headed towards the Quinjet. I got on board before Clint an he joined me a few minutes after with his bow and arrow in his quiver. He started the engines and we sped off towards D.C. I sighed. Time to go and kill my sister.
I waited anxiously as we landed in a clearing just outside the lab. I had to stop myself from sprinting out as the ramp lowered and Clint and I stepped out. "I'll
go wait on the roof in case she comes by," he said. I nodded. "I'll be on the ground," I replied, pulling up my hood and gag so she wouldn't recognize me. I
ran around the building, peering around the corner. I saw a flash of red hair and recognized her immediately. "Clint, I have a visual, I'm in pursuit," I said
quietly into my com. "Good," he replied. I quietly followed behind her as she rounded the building towards where we landed the jet. She must've heard us
landing, I thought. I stepped on a twig and she turned her head sharply to where I was standing. I melted into the wall, hoping that she didn't see me. She
turned and kept on walking towards the jet. I quickly followed close enough behind her in order to get a clear shot. I was about to pull my gun out of it's
holster when she turned around and punched me in face.
I felt a pang on my face as she hit me. I stumbled backwards, clutching my cheek. "Do you really think I'm stupid enough not to notice when someone is
following me," said Catarina. She kicked me in the knee. I quickly recovered and started throwing punches. She dodged most of them and kicked me in the
shin. I was distracted by all the pain when she punched my jaw. My head whipped backwards, throwing my hood off, revealing my red hair, the same shade
as hers. She stopped in mid punch. I used that opportunity to give her a kick to the stomach. She gasped but kept going. She tried to punch me in the face
again, but I blocked it and she used her free arm to grab the arm that I used to black and flip me onto my back. I groaned and tried to get up but Catarina
pinned my shoulders to the ground. I struggled to get out of her grip but she held it strong. "Now, show me the face of my attacker," she said, tearing off my
gag. She froze, recognizing my face and hair immediately. She stood up. "My dear little sister," she said. "Oh how you've grown."