End of Chapter Two
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Chapter Three: Mission
"...Agent Barton, this is my wife."
There was silence as the three of them exchanged confused glances. "Natalie, who is this?" The woman asked.
"Maybe we should sit down," Natasha or Natalie said.
They took a seat in the living room on the same couch. Natasha leaned over to the woman and spoke quietly, "Can you give us a moment?"
The woman nodded and left the room.
After a brief period, Natasha broke the silence, "Uh, Clint, I'm bisexual."
He was still in shock but hid it well. "Okay."
"I probably should've told the team I was married."
"Yeah, no shit," Clint scoffed, "I'm fine with the fact you're bisexual. I just- I thought we were a team, Nat. If you'd told me you were married then, I would've-"
"You're mad, aren't you?" Natasha asked.
"I'm not mad, it's just- you're my friend. I want to meet the people you're with, no matter who they are. Because I care about you."
"Well, we both have questionable pasts, but I want to be honest with you."
"There's no reason we can't start now."
"Does she know? About you, I mean."
"She's a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent. She knows our identities, we can trust her."
Clint nodded, "I'd like to meet her."
The woman- Natasha's wife- emerged from the other room. "Clint this is my wife, Catherine. Cat, this is my best friend Clint."
Catherine had a faint Russian accent, "It's nice to meet you, Clint. Natalie's spoken fondly of you."
"To be honest, I didn't know you existed until a few minutes ago." Clint glared at Natasha. "But she cares about you, so I think we'll get along fine."
"I'm sorry for coming here unannounced, but we need your help and we don't have much time," Natasha said.
"It's them, isn't it," Catherine said softly.
Natasha nodded. "I don't know how they found me."
"I can get you guys out of here. First, I need you to tell me everything about the people that are after you. About the Red Room."
Natasha's shoulders tensed. It was the first time she'd heard that name in a long time. "I graduated a while ago and left. I changed my name and tried to get as far away as possible. Maybe the US wasn't far enough."
"How'd they find you?" Clint asked.
"I'm not sure. They must have agents planted that tracked me down. I faked my death, but it wasn't very convincing," Natasha said.
"If it didn't fool me, it probably didn't fool them either," Clint said.
"We need to take them down," Catherine said.
"No, what I need to do is get out of the country. Alone. I can't put you at risk. Cate, it's already dangerous enough for you here. You have a family, Clint."
"You need a plan. These people won't let you go easily," Catherine said, "they're coming after you for a reason. Any idea what it could be?"
"Nope," Natasha said as she stood up, "but whatever it is, it can't be good." she walked over to the loose floorboard and covered it back up with the rug.
"Where's Petra?" Natasha asked.
"Closet safe," Catherine responded, "right where you left it."
Natasha left the room and Clint turned to Catherine, "Petra?"
"Natalie's favorite gun."
A moment later, Natasha returned and reloaded the pistol. She reached behind the refrigerator and pulled out a file stuffed with papers and photographs. Clint and Catherine watched at Natasha carefully laid everything out on the kitchen island.
"What's this?" Clint asked. He stood and made his way over to the island, tilting his head to look at the photos.
"Some information on the Red Room," the redhead held up a drawing that looked like a police sketch, "This is Madame B., the one behind all of this. She fed me, taught me, tortured me."
The look of utter disgust on Natasha's face told Clint all he needed to know about her time there. Madame B. was the one that ruined Natasha's life, and he determined she would pay for her actions.
"They never stay in one place for long," Natasha said as she laid down the photos, "always striking at unexpected times. Rarely leaving witnesses."
"What about the agents at the airport?" Clint asked, "Plenty of witnesses there."
"I said rarely, not never. Right now, I just need a way out of the country."
"Even if we can get you out of here, these people will still be out there," Catherine said.
"They're dangerous, like Hydra." Natasha said, "Cut off a head…"
"Two more will grow in its place," Catherine finished, "Yeah, I get it."
"They aren't really aware of you, so with a hat and hoodie you should be able to escape without being recognized," Natasha said.
"What about you?" Clint asked.
"Don't worry about it," Natasha said, unfolding a medium-sized map and laying it on the table. "This is the surrounding area. The cabin is here, surrounded by quite a few miles of forest and this is the airport."
"So the airport is our way out?" Clint asked.
Natasha confirmed it with a not.
"I'm guessing it's not that simple," he said.
"The Red Room's agents often use the airport for various… missions," Natasha said, "you need a clear path first."
"I have a friend near here, he's a pilot," Catherine suggested, "and owes me a favor. We can trust him."
"The areas still flooded with agents," Natasha said, "But there are several entrances. Easy to find a way around. Taking off is the tricky part."
"Maybe we should get some backup," Catherine said.
"I can't bring anyone into this. It's my problem. I need to get you two out of the county. Priority one, okay?" Natasha said.
Clint averted Natasha's gaze.
She cleared her throat, "Now, we need a plan and lots of weapons."
"I can help with that," Catherine said, "follow me."
Catherine led them outside and around to the side of the cabin. There was a small wooden trap door leading down to the cellar.
They each, in turn, went down the ladder. After Catherine flipped a switch, the lights each turned on, illuminating a relatively high-tech base. Natasha walked over towards one of the walls and pressed a button. A door slid open revealing the open cabinet holding various weapons.
She weighed two different guns before choosing one and carefully setting it aside. Natasha said, "Been awhile since I've seen this place."
"I upgraded some things and got a more advanced computer system," Catherine responded. She tugged back her sandy colored hair into a ponytail and headed over to one of the computers, "I've been keeping an eye on the airport and surrounding area. Pretty quiet lately."
Clint followed Natasha over to the computer and peered over Catherine's shoulder, "That's a good thing, right?"
Nat turned to look at him, "Not necessarily. If they've been quiet for a little while, means they're probably laying low and planning something. Something that probably isn't good."
"Yeah, these are not good people," the archer said under his breath.
The blonde woman pulled up a satellite map and zoomed in on the airport. She gestured towards the edge of the airport, "Sometimes they send out patrols around here, but there haven't really been any recently."
"How did you get the map?" he asked.
"Drones," Catherine answered simply.
Natasha instructed, "Cat, you should probably contact your pilot friend and do a bit of research on the aircraft there. Clint, I need your help with weapons and equipment. You need to be armed. Heavily. We need to find a way in, fast. We head out tomorrow."
End of Chapter Three
A/N: Tell me what you thought of this chapter and what you'd like to see me write next. Special shoutout to SswolfsS for the comments and support. I might be putting Eos and Snowstorm on a bit of a hiatus. There's an Amazing Spiderman fic that's about 15 chapters. I wrote it a while ago and am still debating whether or not to post it. Hopefully, you guys enjoyed this chapter and have a nice weekend! (Updates to come)