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So, I've been away for a while. I've been dealing with I'll health, both physically and mentally, and I've had various exams over the past few months with written ones from the 3rd June to the 12th June which have been the biggest priority in my life at the moment. But I'm back now and ready to continue writing.

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Chapter One: Debrief

Agent Phillip J. Coulson's office, Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division Headquarters, Washington D.C., U.S.A, 4th November 2005...

"So what did I do to piss off Pirate Patch the time, Phillip?" Agent Clinton 'Clint' Barton, also known as Hawkeye, asked his handler. The twenty-four-year-old smirked smugly as the suit groaned at the use of his full name; he preferred the shorter version.

"Barton, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling me, 'Phillip.' It's Phil or Coulson, not Phillip," Phil reprimanded before sighing as he looked down at the magnolia folder on his desk. "The Council wants our best sniper to take out a rogue Red Room agent, the Black Widow. This is her file," the suit stated, handing the file to Clint.

Clint immediately sobered up at the mention of the Black Widow: it was a well-known secret around the various bases worldwide that very few agents returned home after crossing paths with the infamous Spider. Not even Agent Melinda May, a Specialist, had been able to terminate the Russian assassin. The archer opened his mission file, glancing down at its contents:

Target Name: Natalia Alianova Romanova.

Codename: The Black Widow.

D.O.B.: 22nd November 1984.

Height: 5ft 7".

Weight: ~130lbs.

Nationality: Russian, previously USSR.

Known Family: Senator Alexander Dreykov (father, deceased)

Miss Sophia Alianova Romanova (mother, deceased).

Affiliation: Red Room, previously.

Additional Information:

Known Abilities: Highly trained in the following combat styles; judo, karate, aikido. Expert acrobat. Olympic-class gymnast, athlete and aerialist. Expert marksmanship in sharpshooting and knife throwing. Master interrogator, faction, seductress and assassin. Talented hacker. Master skills in espionage, infiltration, disguise and demolition.

Spoken Languages: confirmed to be fluent in Russian, English, Italian, Latin, German, French, Mandarin and Kashmiri. Conversationalist in dozens more.

Clint glanced down at the picture May had managed to get of the red-haired assassin. "She's barely of age," he whispered quietly, almost to himself, as he looked into the eyes of the young woman.

"She's a twenty-year-old who has 167 confirmed kills with at least a hundred more still unconfirmed," Phil stated, watching as Clint paused, the archer taking in the information. "She only has ten less confirmed kills than you."

"The Red Room? What sort of facility was it?"

"It is a secret Russian government facility whose function is to train children - more specifically, young girls - into the perfect spy and killer. It was originally set up prior to World War II under the Communist regime of Joseph Stalin. It is currently headed by, we believe, a man called Ivan Petrovitch. We believe that the Red room has serial different programmes such as the Black Widow programme. Miss Romanova is the most well-known and successful Black Widow we are currently tracking," Phil explained, watching his agent take in the information.

"What happened to the Senator and his wife?" Clint asked as he kept his eyes on the picture of Natalia Romanova.

"They were killed in a fire in 1989, before the fall of the USSR. The Red Room made it look to be an accident. Natalia was taken soon afterwards. She had been placed in an orphanage until a family member could be contacted. Petrovitch posed as her Uncle and took her," Phil responded, leaning back to watch Clint think. "What are you thinking, Barton?" he asked after a few minutes of absolute silence.

"That look in her eye," Clint started, glancing up to look at his handler. "I've seen it before. So have you."

"Where?" the suit replied, despite having a good idea as to what Clint was suggesting.

"Me. I had - I have - the same look in my eyes. That isn't the look of a murderer, Phil. That's the look of a person who was made into a weapon." The archer felt somewhat connected to the red-head from their similar backgrounds; they'd both been used by people who claimed to be their guardians.

"Barton, your orders are to remove the Black Widow from our most wanted list. Get as much information out of her as possible. Not sympathise with her. Is that clear?"

Clint bit the inside of his jaw and nodded. "Yes, Sir. Where is the target currently?"

"She's in Budapest..."

Reviews are welcomed. Any trolls are ignored.

Also, stories to be updated in order;

I'm Yours

Mr. & Mrs. Barton

Fifty Shades of Barton

New Beginnings

Moments.

This will be updated in between each :)