Truth be told, I was publishing and writing other stories and I legitimately forgot I had this one up.


Chapter Two: Course

After running in a zig-zag pattern through a crowded forest, Clint and Natasha finally lose all the troops that were chasing them. Just like promised, their car was parked at a campsite. From a distance, it looked like a good getaway car with strong horsepower and mileage but up close, it was not much. It was a slightly beat-up sedan with scratches and dents all over the paint and a missing rear-view window. Clint could feel Natasha's disapproval and disgust without needing to look at her.

"This is the best getaway car money can buy," Clint says.

"The only way this is a getaway car is that I want to get away from it," Natasha responds.

Natasha passes him the key. Clint goes up to open the door and the handle breaks off. He looks up at Natasha and sees her crossing her arms and lifting an eyebrow, not amused or surprised by tnr bad quality of the car that he promised would be provided.

"Well..." Clint mutters. "It's the best getaway car my money can buy," Clint defends.

Natasha believes him and steps into the car without saying a word. From the passenger's seat, Natasha stretches over to open Clint's door for him with her natural pissed-off poker face.

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed," Clint says, getting in the car.

"Yeah, you did," Natasha replies.

Clint starts the engine which surprisingly works better than they thought it would and starts driving. Their current destination was to get to the center of downtown and from there, if they don't get shot to death along the way, they'll figure it out like they always do. As of right now, the two of them sit in a silent car ride with no interest of turning on the radio.

"We have to get a quinjet if we want to get back to SHIELD," Natasha says.

"Impossible," Clint replies. "We'll only get followed."

"The point of an extraction plan is to extract ourselves from the mission."

"That's not an extraction plan, that's an extraction wish list."

Before Natasha could get another word out, gunshots blast in the distance and the back window of their sedan shatters. Natasha turns around and sees that they're being followed. In response, Clint floors the gas, speeding up as they enter the highway that was shockingly - and yet totally expectedly - empty.

Natasha shatters her passenger window with her elbow. She stretches her upper body out the window. Her red curls blow behind her at top speed as she holds up her guns and fires non-stop. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Clint reaches into his quiver with his free hand and pulls out an explosive arrow. He bites off the arrowhead and sees the red light on it flashing. Clint opens the window and throws it behind him as Natasha gets back in the car. She reloads her guns to the sound of explosions.

"What's next on your extraction wish list?" Clint asks Natasha.

"Ditch this heap of junk and get a better ride," she replies.

"Better?"

"Yes. My wish is my command."

"Of course, it is. As if we were actually going to stay in this car, I wouldn't waste a good wish."

Natasha grins.

Clint uses another arrow to wedge the gas pedal down. He and Natasha open their car doors and leap right out. The two of them run to the end of the freeway's bridge and leap right over. While mid-air, Clint shoots another explosive arrow at their car to blow it up. Then, as he fires a grappling hook at the bridge. Natasha does the same but with her belt buckle. Both of them cross one another before unhooking themselves and landing on their feet.

-o-

The two of them run through an underground parking garage. They approach a brand new SHIELD certified camoflage car with relfective panels on the outer coating that the labs just released. It can take the appearance of any car. Natasha makes it resemble a convertible so it would blend in with the rest of the city. Clint pops open the trunk and pulls out a duffel bag. He opens it and sees ammunition, some extra casual clothes, and other typical getaway items. Natasha pins up her hair and wraps a floral scarf over her head. She puts on a cotton candy-colored cardigan over her spy uniform and cat-eye sunglasses. Clint throws a generic gray hoodie over himself and puts on a pair of dark shades. This was all to draw away any possible suspicion.

"Hey, Nat," Clint calls, "which license plate should we use?"

"Whichever one you wish to use," Natasha responds. She has no preference or care in the world for what letters and numbers will be hanging in the back of the car.

Clint smirks. "Good because my wish is my command."

-o-

This time, Clint and Natasha resemble two normal civilians as they drive through the city streets. Right now, Natasha is the driver and Clint fiddles with the radio to find a station that wasn't playing mellow jazz...which he never finds. To think that a vehicle that could look like whatever car it could has only one type of music genre. He sticks with a bop he wouldn't find himself bopping to.

"This song is awful," Natasha says.

Clint raises the volume until the music feels like it's bouncing from each end of the car. Natasha tries to ignore that by keeping her focus on the road but she couldn't take it, that bop made her want to kick Clint out of the car and tell him to go bop himself - but she held back, gripping the steering wheel until her knuckles turn white.

"Let loose, Nat," Clint encourages. "We completed a mission and have nobody following us."

He spoke too soon. The sound of police sirens gets louder and closer to them. The only benefit to this was that it drowned out the annoying bop from earlier. For a moment, Clint and Natasha think that maybe the police were going after someone else but that was only wishful thinking.

Natasha pulls over to the side of the road. She sees the police car pull over behind her. She sees the policeman exit the car from her rearview mirror, she rolls her eyes and softly curses to herself in London. Clint quickly hides all their weapons in the glove compartment, lucky that everything somehow fit in there. The two of them sit up straight, looking at each other with side glances, acting completely calm, cool, and collected.

"Remember," Natasha says, her lips barely moving. "You're deaf and I don't speak English."

Clint nods without looking at her. A policeman approaches the car. Natasha looks up at him as she opens her window.

"License and registration," he orders.

Natasha blinks, not doing anything.

"Ma'am," the cop prompts, "license and registration, please."

Another blink followed by no response.

"Do you speak English?"

Natasha wavers her hand, saying that she kind of not-so really does. The cop slowly nods.

"Okay..." The cop mutters. "Are you aware that you ran a red light at that last intersection?"

The corner of Natasha's lip slightly twitches. She was not aware of that but it was probably because of that stupid bop that Clint put on the radio. Clint, on-the-other-hand, wants to just burst out laughing at the fact that The Black Widow, who survived a mobile shootout a while back just ran a red light. What a mission this was turning out to be for the memories, that's for sure.

Still, Natasha doesn't respond verbally to the cop.

"Ma'am," the cop tirelessly says, lines appearing on his forehead. "Is this your car?"

"Da!" Natasha exclaims in an overly-exaggerated Russian accent. "This is a car."

"No, is this your car?"

"Da! This is a car!"

The cop groans frustratedly. Natasha sits back in her seat, purposely remaining neutral to this situation. The cop notices Clint who seems to be oblivious to all of this as he absentmindedly looks out at the city through his window.

"Sir," the cop calls.

Clint doesn't respond, even after the cop calls several times after and waves his hands in the air to get his attention. He looks at the cop after a few minutes.

"Sorry!" Clint screams way too loud. "Can't hear you, I'm blind!"

The cop is taken aback for a second, unsure of whether or not he heard that statement correctly because it made absolutely no sense. Eventually, the cop gives up and just allows them to go free.

"Ciao!" Natasha exclaims, blowing him a kiss as she slams her foot on the gas.

Once they're far enough from where the cop pulled them over, Clint bursts out laughing from what just happened. As he grips his cramping sides to hold them from all the laughing, Natasha starts laughing as well. It all ends when Clint turns on the radio and that annoying bop from earlier is still on for some reason.

"Niet!" Natasha exclaims as she slams the radio off.

They have no choice now but to ride back to SHIELD in complete silence .


Thank you for all the readers so far. I was not expecting the reaction this story got so far so yay! There will be one final chapter.

Stay Tuned - How will SHIELD react to their extraction plan?