"So, are we there yet?" Hawkeye asked, as he put his hand behind his head, in what Black Widow thought was an annoyingly laidback way, considering that they were heading to Moscow to find and destroy a generator that was probably guarded. But then, that was one of the things she secretly liked about Hawkeye; his ability to stay calm in a dangerous situation, and keep the atmosphere fun. Not that he couldn't get serious when he had to, though. Black Widow knew that Hawkeye was one of the best S.H.I.E.L.D. agents there was. She should know; they had been partners for years, and Hawkeye was one of the few agents who could best her in sparring contests.

"A few more minutes, OK, hotshot? Think you can shut up until then?" she joking asked back. Well, she supposed she was partially serious. Right now, some peace and quiet would be nice. Besides, they had just entered Moscow airspace, which meant they would be landing in less than ten minutes. Surely, he could be quiet until then…right?

Hawkeye opened his mouth, probably to make a "smart" retort, when the plane (that Fury assigned them for the mission) violently shook. Hawkeye fell from his chair.

"Clint, we've been hit by some kind of projectile, most likely a missile. Some of our engines have been hit; we'll have to make a crash landing!" Widow said, pressing various buttons, to help make their descent a bit easier. Hawkeye groaned.

"This is why I prefer piloting," he said. Widow shot him a look. Sighing, she shook her head, as the plane evened out a bit over a jungle.

The crash wasn't so bad, she decided. She supposed Fury would be upset that she lost a plane, but they were alive, which counted for something, at least in her book. Hawkeye didn't look that grateful, but his opinion didn't count at the moment.

"Nice landing, Captain Natasha," Hawkeye said bitterly, rubbing his shoulder. Widow ignored him. She was already searching the area for any clues about who could have shot at them, or from where. Unfortunately, them being in a jungle, with so much plant-life and foliage, it was hard to really learn anything. They couldn't even see the sky, the trees were so thick.

She noticed Hawkeye reach in one of his pockets. He removed a green monocle-shaped gadget, and put it on one of his eyes. She knew what it was; it was a device that let him track heat and smoke signatures. She felt re-assured when he grinned.

"Ah, I think I know what hit us, Natasha. Judging from the radiation type, it was a class-A 4567 missile probably shot from a KG56 launcher."

Widow arched an eyebrow. "You're not just making up fancy terms, are you?" Hawkeye gave her a sheepish look.

"No, no, of course not. I wouldn't do that, obviously."

Widow shook her head, and they headed towards where the missile was fired from. After a long trek, they came across an abandoned jeep. It was empty, but that was expected. Their enemy wouldn't be stupid enough to stay in the jeep. Hawkeye kicked the van in annoyance. That's when they heard the beep.

"GET DOWN!" Widow yelled as she and Hawkeye jumped away from the jeep. It blew up, seconds later. Widow smacked Hawkeye.

"You almost got us killed – AGAIN!" she said, losing her temper. Hawkeye out his hands up.

"Look here, you, I –"he got cut off by a bullet whizzing past him! He and Widow quickly dashed behind an oak tree. Widow had drawn her gun, and Hawkeye had his bow at the ready.

"Come on out, don't hide," a taunting voice called out. "Why don't we have some fun?" Widow peeked from behind the oak. Her eyes widened when she saw the assailant. Black-leather costume, with a bull's-eye symbol on his head. It was Bullseye, a master assassin. He was insane, and worse, very competent. He could kill with a penny or even a cupcake if he had to. To him, anything was a killer weapon.

Hawkeye, the idiot, didn't seem that worried, though. "Hey, you. Yeah, I'm talking to you, you walking dart-board! I don't care how skilled you are, you can't match my archery skills!" With that, Hawkeye quickly jumped out from behind the tree and fired five arrows in a second.

Bullseye laughed, and threw something at the five arrows, breaking them all. Widow groaned; that guy had even better reflexes than she had thought. But what had he thrown? Looking closer, she saw five marbles. What else did this guy have on him?

Bullseye laughed to himself. He would kill them all. Kill. Kill. Kill!

To Be Continued!

Author's Notes

As promised, some Black Widow and Hawkeye. To be honest, I have a hard time writing Hawkeye. I decided to go for his more devil-may-cry attitude from the comics/TV shows, but it can be hard balancing it with Widow's more serious nature.

And yay, Bullseye, a villain who is fun to write!