"What? You're telling me that you have let Black Widow escape?" – yelled Coulson. He was so mad at Clint right now, and he wasn't the only one.
"I told you Phil, I didn't let her go. I've seen her just once on the beach and you should have told me sooner so that no one would have died" – Clint couldn't stand this anymore, he felt tired and angry. It wasn't all of his fault. It was THEIRS! They were too late, not him. They should have informed him sooner! How could he manage to know the identity of one of the most skillful assassin who has never been seen before?
"Coulson, Barton, enough!" – Fury growled – "You two have been shouting and yelling at each other for hours. We all made mistake, so fix it. Sitting here and complaining won't help. You two will have to go and finish this mission as soon as possible. Understood?"
"Yes sir" – Coulson replied.
"Sir I volunteer to get her all by myself" – Clint's words suddenly spitting out even before he could think about it. Luckily Fury shook his head:
"Too risky Barton. She is an master assassin".
"So am I sir" – Clint replied, felt more confident with his idea, which might be considered as one of his craziest one ever! – " I am still an assassin no matter how long I've worked for you. I am the best marksman you've got. I can do this"
"Have you lost your mind Clint?" – Coulson was shocked. - "You could probably be killed"
"Don't underestimate me Coulson" - Clint warned his handle before turned back to the Director. Sometime Coulson was really a drama king.
"So you'd better behave as an agent not a teenage playboy who always tries to get attention from girls" - Coulson growled back. Clint immediately tensed by his words.
""Quiet Coulson!" – Said Fury. He thought for a moment, then – "It is a crazy idea, Barton. But I have to admit that somehow" – He sighed –"it is creative actually. Black Widow won't know what's coming for her. It is still believed that you are still an assassin for hired. You got my permission to work alone in this one."
"Thank you sir," – " Clint replied – " I won't let you down"
"Good. Dismiss. Go get it done" – Fury said – "And don't be disappointed, Coulson, I have something for you right away"
"Yes sir" – Coulson tried not to sigh, and quickly left after Clint. He caught up his partner by the end of the corridor.
"What the hell did you think, Barton?" – He almost shouted. Clint sighed.
"None of your business, Phil. I got my reason to do it myself. Don't get involved in"
"I've been your partner for nearly 10 years of course I know you damn reason!" – Coulson groaned – "But do you know how dangerous she can be?"
"Of course I know, Phil" – Clint said impatiently – " I'm not a kid"
"You're still a kid, that's why I'm worried" – Coulson mumbled – "I know how idiotic you can be when you see pretty girls"
"I don't think she is pretty" – Clint replied mysteriously. Coulson raised his eyebrow.
"She is gorgeous!" – He grinned. Coulson moaned.
"You're so dead, Barton! I want you to be at my funeral but how could you be there if you died before me? And why do you always have to stuck with those women? First was Bobbi now the Widow! Remember what happened last time?". Clint looked like he was deep in thoughts for a moment...
"No. And don't worry bro I will be at your funeral" – Clint laughed and left behind a very confused Coulson.
Clint was reading the Black Widow's file again. It took about more half an hour for his flight to reach the destination, and because he'd already taken a nap, Clint was very awake now.
It was still hard to believed that the redhead he met could be one of the most dangerous person on Earth! And it was even harder that he hadn't realized at all. Yeah maybe Coulson was right, he was so childish that a pretty girl could easily mess him up. Glanced at the photos again, Clint sighed. No matter how hard he tried, all he could see was the mysterious Natasha, not the Black Widow.
The flight finally ended. Clint sighed again. There was nowhere better than Paris to start an assassinate mission, especially with two best assassins in the world.
Damn! Life was never fair. Ever.
Natalia knew when there was trouble heading to her. She could predict it as good as a trained assassin from Red Room like her could. And she could even tell that if the trouble coming was a dangerous one or not. Fortunately this time it could not threaten her. But Natalia couldn't help wondering what kind of trouble in her troubled life could not be dangerous just for once. She glanced over the window. It was raining heavily. Usually people tried to avoid going out in this kind of weather, but Natalia knew, and her enemies knew too, that there was only one thing could ever stop them.
Death.
And obviously a heavy rain could not kill anyone.