Hey again! I've decided to carry on with They Had Found Them. Hope you enjoy! Chapter 2: They Had Found Them. Clint's POV
She had stopped struggling; she was unconscious, again.
He let go of her arms and walked to the Doctor who was the other side of the bed; blood dripping from his nose.
"Clint I'm fine It's not broken" he laughed and walked off.
"All passengers to be seated for landing please" the pilot shouted.
Clint kissed Natasha's forehead and returned to his seat; at the back of the Quinjet, nearest to Natasha.
The landing was bumpy but nothing the super assassin couldn't handle, the first thing he did when they landed was tending to Natasha.
"Barton, we've got her, Fury called for you he didn't sound happy!" the Doctor ordered sternly, Clint couldn't argue if Fury needed him; this clearly wasn't good.
He jumped out of the Quinjet and watched Natasha get swept away on a stretcher, he struggled not to run after her.
Walking down the corridor; butterflies were flying inside of his stomach, Clint never got worried however if Fury had called for him well that was a different matter.
He nodded at Maria who surprisingly smiled back, which also worried him.
Maria was one of those agents that never and he means NEVER smiled, laughed or had any kind of fun.
He threw the thoughts aside and hurried along to Fury's office.
"what's the worst that can happen" he thought to himself before knocking on the glass door with 'Director Nick Fury' written across it.
Clint always thought "Cause he's not self obsessed" which did make him chuckle every time he walked past.
This time there was no chuckle, this was serious.
"Enter!" was shouted.
Clint pushed the door open and saw Coulson, his handler and Natasha's also S.H.I.E.L.D.s best field officer and Nick Fury the Director.
They both stood when Clint walked into the room.
"You wanted to see me?" Clint questioned walking up to the chair the other side of the desk.
"Please take a seat Barton" Phil his handler addressed.
Clint hastily took a seat and slumped back into the chair, awaiting his fate.
Coulson began, "Your mission was compromised and as a result your partner is now in a serious condition, lucky to be alive. Any idea how that might have happened!?"
Clint sat silently.
He knew the mission had been compromised but couldn't think of any idea how.
Fury continued. "You remember meeting a tall lady, short red hair, piercing blue eyes?"…
Clint recalled Natasha telling him about a lady who had spoken to her in the foyer of their hotel in China.
She was an American who had apparently approached Natasha asking for help in translating to a taxi driver waiting outside.
She had not described her appearance but he knew this was who had spoken to her.
Still he said nothing.
"That lady was Tanya, or Tatiana as she is known in Russian circles. She is a Russian spy. Came to America as a child and disappeared from her home in Washington in her early twenties at around the same time that 2 senior officials were found dead"
Clint still said nothing.
"It seems that she managed to get close enough to you to place this on your raincoat…" Fury produced a transparent wafer thin object no larger than a finger nail from his pocket.
Clint recalled Natasha borrowing his raincoat to go down to the foyer that day… he still said nothing.
"This is her trademark and funnily enough we caught her on CCTV 2 blocks from your hotel getting out of a car earlier that day!" Phil had a smug look on his face.
"Maybe you're losing it Clint? Maybe you're too old for this line of work? Maybe you and Natasha are more than just work partners?"
Clint knew that if they knew he and Natasha were emotionally involved that would be it for both of them.
"You got anything to say Clint?!" Fury's voice was raised.
Clint sat there, not knowing what to say; worried for the future.
