Minutes later they were surrounded. An alarm was blaring out and many of SRP's top agents were rushing towards them ready for a fight. Clint swore under his breath as he realised what the laser he had just accidently walked through had been for. Before all chaos broke free, he turned to Isabella and realised he had brought her into a suicide mission. He noticed that her eyes were wide open, as though she was truly scared.

"I'm sorry," Clint said suddenly, "I should have gone alone. Stay in that corner." He instructed Isabella, who followed his lead. Then they were upon him Clint fired arrow after arrow at the evading agents. Not one arrow missed its mark, each one placed with such perfection that Isabella knew that he was no amateur in archery. For a moment, it seemed as though the ambush would not take long before they would overcome it, however it soon became clear that although Clint took agent after agent down, the odds were still against them. Before long, an untimely knife came from nowhere, plunging its way into Clint before he could stop it. Red oozed its way out of the wound and Clint fell to the floor.

Isabella could only watch as the agents swarmed around Clint quickly. She knew that she could help him, but you see, years ago she made a promise. When she had been under the SRP's power she had been forced with her sister to do terrible things. She had a lot of innocent blood on her hands, some would say more than her sisters. Natasha had escaped first from that place, leaving her there. It had taken another 2 years before she had escaped just a year ago, and once she had done, she made a vow never to kill another innocent life again. I guess, Isabella hadn't counted on this situation then – the agents were bad people in this place and they were going to hurt Clint more. As she remembered her promise, she couldn't help but think she had to do something to save Clint. Although Isabella could most certainly fight them off, she was afraid that once she started she wouldn't be able to stop. After all, these were the people that made her kill other more innocent people.

She looked around desperately from her hiding place. A gun lay strewn across the floor nearby. She hesitated for a second more before she came to her conclusion – no matter what promise she had made, she couldn't leave Clint to whatever fate the agents here would lead him too. She rushed over and picked up the gun. Standing up straight, she raised it and released a bullet. It tore through one of the agents leg –
"That's it" Isabella realised triumphantly, "If I aim for their legs I won't be killing them, just wounding them enough for us to get away." She fired the gun again and again. Each bullet tore through an agent's leg, causing them to cry out in pain but not to die. Eventually, Clint was free. He stood up shakily, nursing his wound on his shoulder with his hand.
"Come on" Isabella called out to him, "before they regroup." Then they ran. They ran as fast as they could. Some of the luckier agents who were not either shot in the leg or killed with an arrow were chasing after them, but Isabella and Clint were quicker.

They ran right out of the warehouse. Every so often, Clint would turn around whilst running and use his bow and arrow to take down any who got too close. When they reached the woods, Isabella didn't know where to go. She knew that she couldn't leave them back to the house that she had taken refuge in this past year, as then she wouldn't be able to go back there. Luckily, Clint knew where they needed to go. He led them both down a narrow pathway. It seemed to go on for ages. The dark trees around them leered towards them as though they were interested to see why they were still running.

Then the trees began to lessen, and a clearing in the heart of the woods appeared. Clint led her right into the clearing where in the middle, a massive helicopter lay. It was an odd sight that you wouldn't normally see in the woods, and although Isabella would have perhaps, on any other day gazed at it wondering why it was here, today she couldn't wait - agents from the warehouse still ran after them. The door to the helicopter opened suddenly and Clint and Isabella burst inside. The door was slammed shut and the turbines turned, lifting it off the ground.

"Thanks" Clint panted, still out of breath at me, "You saved my life back there."
"Don't mention it." The pilot of the helicopter turned suddenly to look at them. In an instant, Isabella recognised her. It was someone she had thought she would never see again – her sister.
"Natasha?" Isabella said incredulously