Sitting next to a deadly assassin that wanted to kill you at any moment was one of that last thing Barton wanted to be doing. Yet here he was doing so and it was all on him.
"Clint you have completely lost it this time," Jared hissed at him as he sat next to the car door with his hand held tightly at the handle.
"Relax it's not that big of a deal," Barton replied realizing how ridiculous that statement sounded.
"Your right its not a big deal. It's a huge deal! Fury is going to have your head served on a plate," Jared angrily replied.
Barton glanced at the Black Widow who sat next to him. He could tell that she was fighting consciousness. Her brows were furrowed with pain and her expression seemed somewhat dazed. Despite her unimitating condition, he still kept a close eye on her handcuffs.
"Listen," he said in a low quiet voice to Jared. "This is all on me, okay? Once we get to SHIELD I'll tell Fury to was me who when against orders. I'll make sure that you have no part of this."
"Dude I'm stilling right across the freaking Black Widow and you who is bleeding through the chair. How am I not a part of this?"
Looking down he realized that his leg was deeply cut and was pouring blood on the seat he was sitting on. It was probably from the glass he fell on. Just great.
"No, your not cause your not the one who Fury will be having his head served on a plate," Clint replied feeling irritated.
"If it's not him then it will be her," Jared hissed back.
Clint sighed. He knew Jared wasn't going to let this go.
"Seriously Clint what is wrong with you? Did she force you into bringing her in here? " Jared whispered to him as though the Black Widow couldn't hear him.
"Jared how the hell do you think I could have been forced into this? I'm the one who has my jaw dislocated from letting her pin me down so I could even get her handcuffed." Clint replied wondering how Jared was even at the SHIELD level he was at.
"Then why Clint? Why the hell did the decide to bring an assassin that should be dead into SHIELD?" Jared asked staring at Clint for the first time.
Clint turned his gaze to the Black Widow to see if she was listening. He noticed the sweat that was beaded on her forehead. She was leaning against her seat that seemed to be the only thing keeping her sitting up. He couldn't tell if she was even listening to their conversation as she stared dazed at the car door next her. Perhaps she was trying to figure out how she could pry a locked car door open? But in her condition and her hands handcuffed he doubted that would be possible.
"I don't know," He muttered.
That wasn't true he knew it. When he had her arms locked behind her back he knew he couldn't kill her. He saw the pain in her eyes. He could feel her strength failing as he was the only thing holding her up. He saw how human she was. Killing wouldn't feel right. Not when he was killing someone who had never been given a chance in life. Not when he saw so much of himself in her.
"Well it's your death wish," Jared muttered back.
Clint had prayed that Coulson would be calm about the situation. Coulson was one the few people at SHIELD who was hard to panic. He had even hoped that he would just maybe understand. But instead, Coulson was just really pissed at him.
"Clint tell me I'm not staring at the Black Widow handcuffed and alive, with you bleeding through the car seat," Coulson said, his jaw tightening with every word.
"You are," Clint muttered back as Jared jump out of the car door as quickly as he could.
"I'm not a part of this," Jared said quickly to Coulson, before running past them.
"Listen, Coulson, I'll just-"
"Save it for Fury," Coulson said cutting him off.
"Nothing I have to say about this situation hardly matters at this point," He said putting his hands to head.
"I just hope you know what you're getting into Clint. I'll bring some SHEILD agents to help you take her to Fury." Coulson said be turning around leaving Clint by himself.
Getting out of the car he opened the car door that revealed the Black Widow, who glared up at him.
"So, uh you feel up to seeing Fury?" He asked uncertainly as he was wasn't even sure if she could stand on her own.
She glared at him in response.
"Do you need me to carry you?"
Her glare harden at him as she stood up and walked out of the car. He led her through the SHIELD door as the agents that Coulson had called followed a few feet away. He noticed how every step the Black Widow took she would almost stagger in pain. Hesitantly he reached for her arm to help support her.
She leaned away at the moment she saw his hand reached for his arm.
"Touch me and I'll kill you," She threatened in heavy Russian at him.
"Calm down I just don't want you fainting from pain. You can hardly walk." He said quickly as she stood defensively next to him.
As to prove him wrong she walked ahead of him.
"Glad to see were already getting along." He muttered to himself.
He was going to need more coffee then ever if he was going to survive this upcoming week.
Author note
I am shocked by the number of favorites and follows my first chapter got. Thank you so much. I had originally posted this story on wattpad and got 10 views so getting this traffic is amazing. I will be aiming for new updates every week or every other week, so keep an eye out for that!
