AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey guys. I'm so sorry I took more than 2 days to update. I had my exams going plus my manager was giving me more shifts so I didn't really get time. I had to work on this chapter at night. Anyways I finally finished it but be aware it's a bit descriptive. I actually wanted all of you to know every perspective so this one is quite long and hopefully makes up for my late update. I think if you put it on word document, it's about 10 pages so yeah.. A lot..

Oh, btw there's a fighting scene that is the same scene in Iron Man 2. It's a small fighting scene. Just telling you so you could refer to that when it comes up. And back to the story.

I solemnly swear that I don't own avengers or mission impossible series.

Chapter 4 - Ready or not. Here I come.

"I have eyes on the target" Jane whispered into her earpiece.

It has been 3 days since she last saw the black widow as Oktober. And in those days, she had been thinking about her meeting. The note and the knife. She was turning over all the facts in her head. Trying to weight both good and bad ops of Nancy Rushman's words. A potential widow? Does that mean she could be like Nancy? A hard cold-hearted murder. Can she be trained as the next black widow? Or was this Nancy's bad joke to get back at her? Could this all be real? Why be nice to her in the first place? There as something that Nancy was hiding. The way she talked to Jane that day was like as if Nancy knew what kind of person Jane is.

Jane hasn't told anyone about her meeting with the black widow. Last thing she did after the meeting, was to just stare at the knife for I-don't-know how long. The others felt her disturbed mood but didn't ask anything. They figured she was just stressed which was normal. They all were. All though, Brandt kept glancing at her as if she would explode any second.

Right now she had the silver blade tucked over her right thigh in a small knife holster. It was covered with her long summer dress. She hadn't used the blade yet, but She felt a need to keep it close to her as though her life was depended on it. The carving in Russian turned out be a small phrase. It's mean "May your enemies be at your mercy". It was quite a big belief for someone who kills people everyday. Jane figured the black widow like phrases. After all it's a motivation to never give up.

Clearing her thoughts, she re-focused her attention back on her target. It was a man. Buffed like Ethan. His name is Agent Godric Theo. It turned out him and his team was in Mexico. They were one of the teams in the assassin protocol. Jane was keeping her eyes on the man, while Ethan was about to talk to him about his arrival in Mexico. Ethan and Godric doesn't go well together. Godric was always jealous of Ethan's skills. They were on the same level but Ethan was a little better. That's why Jane and William were keeping check on them so a fight doesn't break out.

She saw how they talked and then Godric called three people from the opposite table they were sitting on. Jane figured it was his team. After few more minutes, she got the signal to meet at the safe house. As she walked back to the house, she saw a flicker of white on her far right, towards an ally. Ignoring her need to go and check it out, she shrugged her shoulders and barged into Benji's room which was full of... Everyone. And everyone means her team and Agent Theo's team.

"Oh hey Jane. You're right on time. It turns out we are going to be working with agent Theo's team." Benji said in a sweet voice that was fake to her ears.

Jane turned her head towards agent Theo before focusing her eyes on Ethan who by the way looked as if someone stole his teddy bear. In other words he looked furious.

"Working? You mean they'll be helping us to catch the black widow?"

"Oh no miss. Not just the black widow. We have to look for the black archer as well." An Irish voice said behind her. She turned around to look at a man who had 4 size more muscles on him than Ethan.

"Agent Goyle." He said as he shook her hand. "Jane" His grip was quite hard. The second man also introduced himself as "Agent Crabb". Now she think about it, agent Theo's team was made up of 2 boys and 1 girl. All three times bigger than Jane on muscles. They were quite buffed. Even the female member.

"The black archer?" She asked. Soon she was overwhelmed by the new Intel. Both Ethan and agent Theo explained how Theo's team's goal was to eliminate the Black archer. They believed the archer was working with the black widow. They explained Jane, how agent mackabe was killed by an arrow to his neck. And the black arrow was the property of this archer. Plus, the fact that most of the assassins are working with each other to plan something big.

"Apparently Mackabe was assigned on the black widow's case. Few days before his death, he informed the IMF that our targets are working together. He had seen multiple of assassins talking to each other and then disappearing off. Before we could get more information from him, he was killed by the archer." The female agent explained who told every to call her "Sanchaz".

"Same as the widow, we have no visuals on him. We only know that he carries a bow and black arrows thus the name 'archer'. Our latest Intel was that someone saw his arrows here in Mexico. So here we are. And think of the surprise we got when we found out that we'll be working with your team to catch both the assassins also the Phil guy." This time it was Theo who said it.

Everyone could feel his hatred in the sentence. Brandt on the other hand seemed very amused. Like it was all a game to him.

There was one thing for sure, Jane didn't like Agent Theo's team. They looked like bullies.

"So what are we doing now?"

"We're going to squeeze the spider and the bird out of their little hiding spots. Here look at this." Goyal said as he handed a report to Ethan's team which has all the IMF's Intel on the assassins.

"It turns out, our little birdy is actually world's greatest marksman. He is very well skilled in archery and higher than outstanding in other weaponry. Especially long range rifles. Since he knows archery, his aim is exceptionally awesome to be honest." Agent Goyle admitted. Behind them, Brandt's face was Stretched Out in a big egoistic grin.

"Which brings us to conclusion, that he has military training and knows hell lot of stuff."

"As for the black widow, her movements were trained. Which means they didn't come natural to her until she was forced into them. Which by the way explains the red room program's training methods." Sanchaz added.

"Our only chance to get these people is today. The Intel is, they're having a meeting tonight at the grand plaza. After that, they will be separated to different countries which will make it impossible for us to catch them. So in others words, we can't screw up." Agent Goyle continued.

Everyone nodded as both Ethan and agent Theo explained their plan. Behind them, Jane could see that Brandt looked a little worried. He kept tapping his phone. It's probably his nerves. Like usual Jane put her hand on his shoulder to calm his nerves down.

Later on everyone was so busy with the plan that no-one was able to leave the room until the party. Not even Brandt who by now looked heavily worried and kept looking at his phone.

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Everyone was at their positions. The grand plaza was hosting an annual summer celebration party. Most of the audience consists of family & friends gathered in groups. Everyone was in their colourful attire. Traditional Mexican looks. Some with guitars and some with jingly hats. Women had bright colourful dresses with flowers in their hair.

Jane and Sanchez had the similar bright dresses on them with flowers pinned up on their hair. They mingled around quite easily. On one of the entrances to the plaza, the black widow herself entered the glorious celebration with her Oktober look. Sandy blonde hair with a white/golden Mexican long dress which reached up to her knees. She had golden flowers braided into her fake hair. Her golden heels clanked as she gave her name to the doorman. It was a perfect night for her. No task. No IMF agents. Tonight was her night. She's going to laugh and dance around the whole place. She checked her phone to see 20 missed calls from an unknown number. Probably someone from headquarters. She hasn't exactly got the chance to pick her phone up while she was manhandling a Russian officer for Coulson. Poor guy. Nearly wetted himself.

She moved along the room while exchanging dances with different mens. One of them happened to be her blue eyed partner who kissed her lips longer than necessary. She was about to follow him is when he passed her a note and pushed her towards the bar which was near the front door.

Confused at her partner's actions, She ordered a strong cocktail, as she opened the note to find four words written in red ink.

It's a trap. Run!

She cursed under her breadth. This evening was supposed to be her free time with him. She nearly gritted her teeth in anger. She lost the appetite as the cocktail was brought into her view. Then came the unbelievable cold touch of a gun on her back skin with a rough hand on her shoulders to keep her steady. She turned around to see little Jane and a buffy girl. They had their guns pointed at her while little Jane's was a little disorientated. The red head could see that Jane wanted answers from her.

"Oktober"

"Jessy. How are you? Missed me?" The black widow continued in her cheery voice.

"Nancy Rushman orff Oktober, black pearl or was it roman. How many names do you have little spider?" The buffy girl sneered.

"Not many but enough to make you all go crazy." Nancy replied back with full force.

"Nice to know you're all alone today. It will be pretty hard for you to escape from us considering its one against 8." The buffy girl continued as her hands griped Nancy's shoulder hard.

"Oh sweety, even if it's was one against 20 I would still win. As for you, you should work on your angry looks. You look like a puffed out bull in that hideous red dress of yours."

Suddenly, Jane had her hands around Sanchez to stop her from attacking Oktober or Nancy.

"You fucking bitch!" The buffy girl spat at Nancy.

Jane screamed into her earpiece for Ethan to send someone as Sanchaz was struggling real hard. As if on que, she saw Nancy smirking before something came zooming towards their feet. It exploded in a bright light as also at the same time the entire building's electrical power came down covering them in total darkness.

Jane had already let Sanchaz out of her hands while she tried to see her surroundings. Soon after few seconds the lights came back on only to see-

"Jane the bitch is gone!" She heard Sanchaz yelled out loudly. Also finishing her sentence.

Jane turned to see Sanchaz's hand in an unrecognisable angle. Nancy must have twisted her hand when she made her escape.

While she heard others trying to catch Nancy throughout the building, she turned around to see Sanchaz holding a black arrow in her good hand. Ohhh God, looks like she was never alone.

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As soon as she saw a Flicker of black near the ceiling, she knew she found her escape. So with a smirk and as the light went out, she twisted the buffy girl's hand before running towards the nearest exit which was the front door. But it was already blocked by a green eyed man. Using the side door, she ran up the emergency stairs to upper floors while avoiding the flying bullets coming from IMF agent's guns. She already knew that her partner was already on the top floor and was shooting explosives arrows at the on coming agents. He was being careful about it. He didn't wanna kill anyone.

She stopped for a second to look back which was a big mistake as one of the agents barged into her through one of the doors on her right. He held her in a tight choke. Thinking of all the whining she's gonna get from her partner, she judo flipped herself over the bulky guy before twisting his wrists. Then twisting, turning and CRACK! The man fell into a heap beside her. She didn't kill him but he was knocked out. Without wasting any time, she continued her climb before busting in on the top floor. She was greeted with 10 or so bodyguards. Knowing she has less time, she tackled them one by one using her widow tasers and pepper spray before dangling the last one off the ceiling. (Think of the fighting sequence in iron man 2 where she take on 12 mens. It's the same fighting scene with the guards but imagine her in a small dress).

"Nat" she turned around at his sudden voice. He was there. In his normal black costume with his bow and arrows.

"Why don't you ever pick up your phone?" He exclaimed.

"Really. Are we really going to have that talk now?" She said sarcastically. Boys are stupid. Instead of asking how the girl is, they ask about her phone habits?

"Yes! I strictly told you to run but no you had to stick up to Sanchaz's attitude?" He said as he banged one of the left over guards in a window, shattering the glass into millions of pieces.

"So that's her name. She was a bully, and besides she looked ridiculous, I had to say something bad." She exclaimed. For few seconds they both got busy as they Handled the last three guards using the walls and their momentum as support.

"Well, your big mouth has gotten you in bad trouble."

The black widow scoffed at him.

"Your the one to talk."

He looked at her for few seconds before sticking his tongue out at her. Nat did a fake gasp.

She was about to say something sarcastic but before she could even open her mouth, she was pushed down by her partner as he shot two smoke arrows at the coming IMF agents who had finally made it to the top floor.

"They really need a better trainer. Their bodies are hopeless except maybe that boy with green eyes but still hopeless. I wonder what they do on missions everyday. " she sneered as she saw how the agents were gasping for breath.

"Well, not everyone can be fast like us Nat" he said while patting her head.

"And please take this ugly wig off. I love you More in red." He added as he pulled her further down the hall. Listening to his advice, she ripped the wig off before letting her dark, red curls loose. Letting them fall on her back.

They ran through the corridors to escape the on-coming agents. Soon they were left with no way out. They could leave the building but that will result in exposure of her partner's identity and also the fact, that the sudden fight could result into anyone's death, especially with bullets flying all over the place. They could end up hitting one of the IMF agents which will make things more complicated. Knowing she hasn't got much time left, the black widow turned to her archer.

"Go. Run. Get out of here. If they find you, everything we have build off the last 4 years will be down to pieces." She said as she tried to push him towards a hiding spot in the ventilation system above. Only one person can fit in there.

"No, I'm not leaving you behind." He said as he stopped her with his large hands.

"Clint!" She whispered his name slowly as she tried to form the words.

"Clint, please. If they find out that their agent William Brandt is not who he says he is, they will kill you at first sight. It will make harder for SHIELD to settle the fight. Please Clint. They can't know you're one of SHIELD. IMF will do anything to get their revenge. The secretary there will make it harder for us to infiltrate the agency. Please." She begged him as she heard the footsteps coming closer.

"But Nat, what about you I can't leave you here?"

"You're not leaving me. Remember you're William Brandt. An agent who is involved in the mission of catching me. You can still plan my escape when we reach a more suitable place, but for now you need to leave. Fury told me, you can't under no circumstance blow your cover off. Please Clint. Hydra is inside IMF. And in order to find it, you need to keep your cover intact for little longer. Your team's life is depended on this. If hydra got rid of every good IMF agent, there will be no IMF. As much as I like an idea of an agency being destroyed, I know for a fact that IMF was made for human protection. They are similar to us, it's just they have a different purpose. You can come out in the light when they give us the signal. Please go!" She exclaimed as she again pushed him. He starred at her before pulling her close for one last kiss.

"I thought this night would be different. Just you and me. But our lives are always coming between us!" She whispered. He kissed her again before disappearing through the ventilation system above.

As soon as he was gone, she heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and realised that in her emotions, she wasn't fast enough and ended up with a bullet In her upper thigh.

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Benji was sitting in the safe house with Jane and Sanchaz as others barged in through the front door. Agent Crabb carried a body over his back while agent Theo and Ethan had a women in between them. Not just any women... It was the black widow.

Agent Theo pulled the black widow towards a chair where he tied her hands and legs to the chair before pulling her chair towards the basement where she'll be staying. Benji could've swore, he saw blood on her dress.

"Where's Brandt?" Ethan asked as Theo came back.

"Oh, he's at the plaza. Taking care of the guards situation. He'll be here soon." Benji replied.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the front door opened again as Brandt came in. He gave a nod to Ethan before setting himself on the couch.

"What happened to Agent Goyle?" Jane asked as she saw him lying on the floor where Agent Crabb has put his body.

"He's not dead is he?" Sanchaz asked.

"He's alive. That bloody bitch knocked him out. Actually she made us all run to the point where we were going to faint." Agent Crabb spited out.

"Any casualties?"

"No, but through her chase she took down guards after guards. We found them lying in a heap on the floor. One of them was even dangling while the other was smashed into a rudy window. That bitch has skills." Agent Crabb exclaimed. Everyone in the room were a little shocked. They knew she was good but they didn't know that she was this good. She's similar to Ethan.

"And she had her archer friend with her." Sanchaz said as she brought the black arrow into view.

"Bloody thing was throwing some kind of exploding arrows towards us. Nearly blinded me."

"Woah! Exploding arrows? But no-one has ever managed to make that kind of tech yet. It's sounds so advanced." Benji said as he examined the black arrow that Sanchaz handed him.

"Yeah well that's not the only thing. We found these small flat technical looking buttons near the guards." Agent Theo said as he handed Benji the little gadgets. He may not like Ethan and his team that much but he respects their work.

"These aren't buttons. They are tasers but in a more smaller version. I'm gonna figure out how they work." Benji said as he sat back down the couch still examining the gadgets.

"We got the spider but the bird escaped." Agent Crabb continued.

"Don't worry mate, the little spider will tell us where he is and also everything about their organisation and work! She already took a bullet to the leg. In no time, the pain will make her speak." Theo said as he clapped a hand on crabb's back. On the side, Brandt looked a little worried.

"Bullet to the leg?" He asked carefully as not to tip off anything.

"Yeah, she was looking the other way when I shot her. I was aiming for her torso but leg works too." Agent Theo said normally. Now Brandt looked really worried. Jane saw how his face was turning red every passing minute.

"She's pretty for a assassin. Wouldn't be surprised how many men's has fallen into her trap just by looking at her." Sanchaz said suddenly.

"We'll see how her magic works on us."

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Later on Jane couldn't handle it. Brandt's constant pacing and shifting was making her mad.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She said suddenly.

"What?" Brandt said as he lied.

"Don't what me. Why are you pacing around like a maniac? I can see your worried."

"It's nothing!"

"Brandt!" She yelled a little louder. The others were outside while Benji was in the next room.

Brandt looked around a little before moving his eyes towards the basement door.

"Jane, I don't think shooting her was a good idea. The bleeding can kill her without giving us any information. Maybe we should patch her up." He asked worriedly.

Jane was more than shocked. She looked at her friend while anger boiled inside her.

"What the hell are you saying Brandt? Patch her up? You're saying we should help a killer. Are you out of your mind? She killed people." She yelled clearly aware that Benji was listening in on them.

"SO HAVE WE ! Just because she's on the other side that doesn't mean we treat her in a animalistic way. Don't we have any humanity."

"Humanity? Humanity is shown to those people who don't just slaughter their victims into pieces Brandt! She's a class A assassin."

"So what? If we really wanna get all the information from her, we need to keep her alive. And in order to do that, we need to patch her bullet wound before it kills her. Look I'm an analyst. I know how any injury can kill a person. And you've seen her. She's hard as a rock. Maybe if we show a little mercy, she might tell us some things." He said loudly.

Jane scoffed at him. " Tell us things? She'll think we're all weak. And how could you even say that? Are you not on our side?"

"I am. It's just I can't let her become one of those statistic in my reports. In order to interrogate her, we need to keep her alive."

"And she will stay alive. The bullet is in the leg. It's not gonna kill her. Besides others must be coming now to interrogate her. She'll still be tortured. What's the point?"

Brandt stayed quiet at this. There was something he was hiding.

"I just think... Maybe... Maybe she's not doing all this on her will. Someone is making her do all this. I've looked at her eyes Jane. She seems nice." Brandt said slowly after a minute of silence.

"Nice. She's not nice!"

"What do you know about her Jane? The last time I checked, you and her were happily talking in that cafe the other day. And you didn't bother telling us about that." Brandt said suddenly.

That caught jane off guard. She wasn't aware That someone saw her there.

" I didn't know it was her until the end." She said slowly.

"Oh really. By the looks of it you guys looked like best friends. Talking and munching on coffee. I even saw the note and the knife She gave you. Potential widow wasn't it? Planning to replace her Jane?" Brandt accused her.

"Shut up. You don't know anything about what happened in that cafe."

"Then how could you say that my reasons for patching her up are absurd. How can you not believe that a bad person can become good if you know that a good person can easily be turned into a bad one?" Brandt asked.

Jane stayed quiet at this. She didn't know how to answer him back.

"I thought so Jane." He said. He was about to walk away when he heard her speak.

"My... My reasons are on curiosity based. What are your reasons based on Brandt? And don't just say because she could tell us stuff if she's alive. You said, you looked in her eyes. Do you feel something towards her?" She asked him. She was hopping he doesn't. She doesn't think she'll be able to take that shock.

"I wanna give her conviction. A belief that she could still be changed." He said after a moment. Unknown to Jane, Brandt just repeated the Same words he got when his handler recruited him. The same words he used on Nat to bring her to his side when he was first sent to kill her.

"You have a big heart Brandt. But not everyone take this chance to redeem themselves." She said before she left the room.

"You'll be surprised Jane" he said quietly. Only Benji heard him.

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"Coulson! What's that I hear about Agent Romanov being captured by Pity little IMF agents?" Fury boomed as he entered the training room where phil Coulson was practicing his moves.

"Well, it's quite a funny story if you ask me." Agent Coulson replied amusingly. The director just starred at him.

" You see, Agent Romanov went out for a night out with Barton but things got complicated and she had to let herself be captured just so she could save agent barton's cover." Phil said in simple words. Fury nodded.

"Send an extraction team for Agent Romanov. I need her on some other matters. That Stark's attitude is getting on my nerves. His ability to piss off everyone still hasn't changed." Fury said irritably.

"Yes sir."

"And It's time to play your part Coulson."

"Yes sir."

Director fury nodded again before he motioned Coulson to follow him.

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Agent Romanov orff the Black Widow moved around in her seat uncomfortably. Her hands were open as she fixed the white bandage on her thigh. The stupid agent didn't even know how to tie a knot properly. It took her less than a minute to untie herself. Bloody English fools. Reaching her hand behind her ear, she activated her ear-com. Clint always complained how IMF's tech was useless compared to SHIELDS. she was thankful when she heard Coulson's voice. She could hear Coulson whining in her ear about not being careful. 'Oh god not again!' She thought as she heard footsteps coming. She quickly picked up the rope and tangled her hands in it to make it seem as if she's still tied. She wrapped her legs around the chair and fixed her posture.

"Olaa Ms. Widow. Feeling un-comfy are we?" An Irish voice said as a bulky man entered the room with three other agents. Nat didn't reply. She knew it was a rhetorical question.

"Maybe this might suit your taste." He said as he waved a taser device before electrocuting her. She didn't scream but gritted her teeth as the shock ran through her body. Maybe it was his revenge for knocking him out.

"What happened Ms. Widow? Cat got your tongue?" He said as he tased her again.

"Goyle." A firm voice said behind him. Nat moved her eyes to the sandy blonde. He was buffed too but not enough compared to the Irish man. He slowly came closer to her.

"I'm going to be straight, we need some answers Ms. Rushman... Or whatever your real name is?" He said while pulling out a chair in front of her. Nat still didn't reply. She was getting bored with this.

"We are going to play a game Ms. Rushman. I ask you a question. You have two choices. 1. Your going to answer the question or 2. You get a punishment. I hope you choose option 1 because I don't show any leniency in my punishments. So, shall we get started?" He asked as he clapped his hands while the other two agents were starring at her like a pair of Hawks. They still hadn't noticed the bandage on her leg so that's a good sign.

"We should start with something simple so... First question, what is your true name ?" He asked. Agent Romanov laughed at this.

"You just said it yourself big head." She replied as she saw a flicker of anger in his eyes.

Instead of replying, he tased her. Still, she didn't scream.

"Don't get so cocky with me Ms. Rushman. You may have killed people but right now you're not in the spot to throw remarks at me. I can finish you here & now but I have patience. And besides, I wouldn't want you to miss seeing these cool instruments that I've brought." He said as he gestured to a bag full of knifes and various torture instruments.

"It's quite a big collection you know. Collected myself. Took me time but I now have everything and I wouldn't hesitate to use it on you Ms. Rushman." He continued. Nat was amused. She started laughing bringing confusion on his face.

"Your collection is quite beautiful you know. Pretty Knives and pins? That's it? Is that all you English people have? I thought you were more skilled in this form of art Agent Godric Theo. You should come to my house. I've got stuff that would make your little bag look like a little child's play." She sneered. She made sure his name was stretched out. As she had expected, his face turned in shock along with his other agents who looked at her more viscously.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She repeated the same words to tease them more.

"How about I'll play a game. I tell you a fact about you & your agency and you get to have two choices. 1. You can just stand there in shock or 2. You can run to your little secretary and tell him that the one of the world's deadliest assassin knows about all of his little IMF's secrets. " she continued as she saw more shock and anger in their faces.

The one with green eyes got hold of her face pretty tightly. He looked in her eyes only to ask a question.

"How do you know his name?" He spat out.

"Oh my partner told me about him. He said Agent Theo here is hot tempered and also a very big dick. You know, I think they should build a bullet proof condom to fit his big head. That way, he might have a little control on himself when it comes to pleasure." She said while smiling. Oh she's loving every bit of this interrogation.

"Who told you?"

"I'm sure you all know him by the name of 'The Black Archer'. To be honest that's quite pathetic for a name. I'd call him a egoistic dick head if I were you. His attitude gets on his head a lot. Do you know, he likes to think he can fly by flapping his hands like a pelican." She said while giving a short laugh. 'Oh god Clint is sooo going to kill her' she thought. She could also hear Coulson's giggling through her ear-com.

"What's his name, you bitch?" Agents Goyle said as he pushed the green eyes away and held his taser up.

"I told you. An egoistic dick head!" Bad move as she got tased again.

"How much do you know about us?"

"Enough to know your name and rank Agent Hunt. Isn't Ethan your first name?" She teased. The black widow was laughing in her own head. They looked quite shaken.

The fourth agent who was that bulky girl she met the other night moved her eyes to agent romanov's bandage on her thigh.

"Who patched you up?" She asked as she pointed towards the bandage, also bringing her team mate's attention.

The black widow sighed, she was really hoping she could keep it hidden for a bit longer.

"Someone that doesn't like your company."

The bulky girl sneered at her. 'Gosh! She just made herself more ugly." Nat thought as she was now getting bored.

Without another word, they all left the basement giving Nat her personal time while Coulson was explaining her extraction details in her ear-com.

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Jane was looking at her red blade that was given by Oktober to her. She though what Brandt said. Maybe she should start believing in his ways. Now if she thinks about it, getting abducted and being forced to turn into a weapon must be hard for Oktober. Jane saw the look in Oktober's eyes when she saw the red head enter the party last night. It was relaxed and full of love. It was as if she had no worries. Maybe that's what Brandt was trying to say. She might not be who she's trying to be.

Turning the blade in her fingers, she touch the Russian carving along the blade. Letting the cold sensation guide her fingers around it. What's so special about this knife? She could feel she had a connection with it. Now she thought about it, she felt as if she had a connection with Oktober too. Like she knows her but can't pinpoint from where.

Suddenly her train of thoughts were interrupted by Sanchaz's scream. She got up and made her way to the living room only to find Sanchaz screaming her head off.

"WHO IN THE NAME OF JEASUS PATCHED THAT BITCH'S BULLET WOUND?" She screamed.

Jane and Benji looked at each other. They were hoping it wasn't Brandt, but who were they kidding. It has to be Brandt. Apparently Ethan saw their little exchange. Knowing he can't get anything out of Jane, he turned to the most easiest option. Benji.

"Benji... Do you know who fixed her up?" He asked while closing in on his close friend.

Benji was quite scared to be honest, he looked at Jane who gave him a nod. If Brandt is going to act like this then he should let everyone know, otherwise that will make everything more complicated. And complications is not what the team is looking for.

"I... I don't know but I think it was Brandt. He was talking about fixing up Nancy's bullet wound. Look Ethan I don't know what going on with him, but he need to get his head back in the game." Benji replied. The last part was a bit serious.

Ethan squeezed his lips in a tight line and pinched his eyes in anger.

"Where is he?"

"Behind you." Brandt's voice came as he entered the room himself.

Ethan turned around to see Brandt standing there. He looked strong and confident. Something that they know the old Brandt lacked.

"Look Ethan I can explain..." Brandt started but was cut off by Goyle advancing on him. If it was the same Brandt that Ethan knew and loved as a little brother then that Brandt would just stand there and take a hit from Goyle but instead what Ethan and the others saw, made them take a step back.

The Brandt standing infront of them took Goyle's fist and twisted to the point of a crack before judo-flipped Goyle on the sitting table (made of glass) making it shatter into millions of pieces under his weight. Also acquiring Goyle's gun, he unloaded the bullets. That's the second time in a row that Agent Goyle was flipped off his ass.

"Now can we talk without any violence?" He said while looking at Ethan in the eyes. Ethan felt a need to step back from Brandt's hard gaze. It shivered him. It wasn't Brandt like.

"How.. How did you do that? I thought you didn't... Didn't know any fighting." Sanchaz said while tumbling on her own words. She was too shocked.

"I was a field agent before I took up the post of an analyst." He said, ending the topic. Sanchaz raised her eye-brow. She hates it when men surprise her. Its kind of a bad attraction to her. Her eyes moved as she saw how Brandt folded his shirt up to his elbows. Even from there both Jane and Sanchaz could see the build up of strong muscles. Both of them wondered how his insides must be and why they never noticed it before.

"I patched her up because I didn't want her to become one of those statistics in my reports. She was no good to us by being dead, so I just fixed her wound jus to keep her alive so we could get more Intel from her by torturing her... Not killing." He said slowly.

"But, our whole mission was to eliminate her." Theo said angrily.

"Yes, but after we get the Intel... Not before. Otherwise we would've been back to the beginning. I don't know about you but I don't like knowing things."

" I still hate you for showing sympathy towards her. She thinks, we are weak." Theo said again.

"When has ever a criminal's thinking affected our decisions Agent Theo?"

Silence...

"But that didn't give you the right to heal her. You should have told us. And besides she has the upper hand now. Somehow she knows all over names and IMF's secrets." Sanchaz said suddenly.

"This could only mean one thing. We have mole in IMF. the secretary was right, there is someone in IMF who is very high up and is trading secrets." Theo said darkly.

"Wait. Wait. The secretary knew about this?" Ethan asked.

"He was suspicious."

"In fact they have few suspects." Theo said as his voice held an accusation for someone in this room.

"Ok let's say, we have traitor, what are we going to do now?" Benji asked.

"What else? Get the confession from widow." Sanchaz said.

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At IMF headquarters:

"Sir, we've checked every possible agent. They all have a clean-proof record. Nothing suspicious except this one." Kerrington said as he handed a file to the secretary.

The man himself looked at the file before frowning.

"What's wrong with him? His file is clean."

"That's the problem. The file is too clean. There are no mistakes in it. Not even any alphabetical mistakes. It's like it was written to convince people."

"What do you mean? What's so bad about not having any mistakes?" The secretary asked.

"We have a code sir. If a file is made on an agent, we tend to include some alphabetical mistakes just to verify that it was IMF who made it. Since the agencies like to keep their files mistakes free, it was a perfect trap. So if by any chance a foreign file gets in, we will know that it's not IMFs by looking at its structure. As for this one, it doesn't have any mistakes which means it wasn't made by IMF. Someone else made it and kept it there without realising that we have a secret code in our files."

"How come I didn't know about this code?"

"No one does sir except our IT people. Those people are on our lower levels so it's easier for them to keep secrets. Agent Dunn was our one of technician. He knows about this code too."

"But this man was at your post before he went in the field. Wouldn't he know about it?"

"No sir. Like I said only the IT department knows. And since I'm from there, I know too. That's why I gave you the file in person. Unless he was part of the IT department, he wouldn't know. Which by the way he wasn't." Kerrington continued.

"But..but.. I just don't believe it. Is their any other proofs?"

"Yes" Kerrington replied as he took out his laptop and showed the secretary, deeper version on the agent's file.

"I did a search of his achievements outside IMF. I used US army's facial records to find more information on him. And this is what I came up with." He showed a file with the agent's picture on it. All the other writing was blocked by an encryption, except a line in bold. "This man is highly dangerous and should be treated with caution."

"That's the only sentence we have on him, the other information is blocked by an unknown encryption. I've tried every agency's encryptions but they don't match. I figured someone was trying to hide his details. So I tracked down few of my contacts and they informed me that this man has been seen around the world with different names for past 2 decades. I tried to run those names through the scan but came up with same encrypted blockage."

"And there is no way to go past this encryption?"

"No, sir. Our best hackers have tried but none of them could break it. I feared he's maybe the mole. I never really liked him." Kerrington with a little disgust.

"If he's the one then it would explain how he got access to the records. He's with our best team right now."

"Don't worry sir, I have already put one of my special Agent on him. And he recently informed me that this agent is maybe working against IMF. The images indicate that he's maybe working for Phil Coulson." Kerrington as he showed more pictures of the accused agent.

The secretary was shocked. He trusted this man and this is what he get.

"Tell your agent to keep an eye on him. As soon as he gets solid evidence, tell him to take the shot but let the other members know about it before. I want to know everything and anything about William Brandt!"