Bad Ideas: An Avengers Fanfic

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Bad Idea #3: If you don't like the answer, don't ask the question

When Natasha found Hill training recruits in the shooting range, she marched up to her and yanked Hill around to face her.

"Why was I partnered with Steve?" Hill sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Good morning, Agent Romanoff. We wondered where you had gone after last night."

"Cut the crap and answer the goddamn question, Hill," the redhead said fiercely.

"There was no specific reason. Barton had to go through basic training again and Captain Rodgers was free," Hill reasoned, diplomatically.

"Are you sure you want to lie to someone who can kill you in a hundred and twenty different ways?"

" A hundred and twenty?"

"I'm very creative," Natasha answered.

"Alright, fine. After we sent Barton back to training, we thought you might be dangerous, even more than usual," Hill said. Natasha's expression remained blank and impossible to read.

"So, the director decided it would be good for you both to be partnered with someone who… balanced the other out."

"What?" Natasha was a little confused, but showed it as little as possible. Hill gulped inwardly.

"What the Captain lacked in ruthlessness, you more than made up for it and what you lacked in-"

"Humanity?" Natasha volunteered.

"-Compassion, Steve accounted for." Hill took a slight step back as Natasha considered this, arms folded. Then, the red-haired woman smiled and thanked Hill, something that made Hill very suspicious. As Natasha walked toward the door, she whirled around 90 degrees and, taking the Glock from her right thigh holster, fired three shots in quick succession. The spy then continued walking through the door and out of the range. When Hill looked at the cardboard dummy Natasha had fired at, she saw the bullet holes in the head, throat and heart.

"Black Widow, everybody!" Hill exclaimed, turning to face the trainees that had been staring the bullet holes.

Natasha had almost laughed when she heard the reason she was partnered with Steve. She always knew that everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D considered her to be a monster. Ha! Compassion Hill had called it, since when did spies need compassion. She was so deep in thought, she didn't notice when she walked into the source of her problems.

"Oh, sorry! Nat? I was just going to ask Hill if she'd seen you anywhere," Steve said.

"Captain," Natasha said as she tried to move past his giant frame.

"Captain? Nat, if this is about last night-"

"Just forget about last night. Everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D knows what I am, I don't know why I was so shocked when I realised that you did too," she said, not meeting his gaze.

"And what's that?" he asked, trying to get her to look at him.

"… A monster…" she replied. Steve was shocked.

"Nat, I… No one thinks-"

"Oh, really? Why don't you ask Hill why we were partnered together?" Steve took a step back, even more shocked. Natasha took this opportunity to rush past him. Steve couldn't believe that, after everything they'd been through in the last year- Coulson's death, the helicarrier; hell, he'd even given her a boost onto an alien's hover chariot- she still thought he saw her as a monster. Sure, she scared him sometimes, but that was natural as she scared everyone, but he never thought of her as anything other than intelligent, strong, determined and, frankly… beautiful. Never a monster. He never would think of her as a monster.

So, he decided to go after her. Probably not his best idea, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing her, not when he thought she almost trusted him.

Clint couldn't believe how long his partner could pour over ten sheets of paper for so long. There was so many different colours of highlighter on some pages, he thought he was in some narcotic-induced, luminous dream world. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating just a little.

"I seriously doubt you're gonna find something that you didn't see the last six times you read that page," he said from where he was hanging upside-down from an exposed beam.

"I must've missed something, I can't find anything that might point toward who Kolarov sold those weapons to," Hennessy replied, not looking up from the page she was reading.

"Well, judging by the amount of highlighter you used, if you did miss something, you probably shouldn't be working here," he said as he jumped down from his beam.

"Don't make me electrocute you," she threatened. Hennessy looked at the page for a couple more seconds before sighing exasperatedly and throwing the document to the floor. They were in Hennessy's office, a fairly big room with floor to ceiling windows on the back and left walls of the office, the computer and desk were in the right corner of the office and a sofa, which Hennessy sat on, and coffee table sat in the middle of the room along with a small T.V. The ceiling was relatively low but the beams were exposed and Clint had built a nest right above the door.

Clint walked over and sat beside her, picking up the document on the floor.

"What about this guy, Henrik Dimitrov?" he asked.

"I feel like he could be involved, but I don't know how. It's like having the answer to a question you didn't ask," she answered, putting her head in her hands. Clint looked at his watch, 6:30, he stood up and grabbed Hennessy's jacket.

"Let's go, we're going out," he said, throwing her the jacket.

"Didn't you have enough on Thursday?" she sighed, standing up and putting on the jacket.

"Why do you make me seem like an alcoholic, I'm not Stark. Anyway, I thought we agreed not to speak of it, and I'm driving." he said.

"No problem, Barbie Girl," Hennessy said as they walked out the door. Clint scowled at her and she laughed back at him.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think in the reviews. Shout out to SexyPinkRanger345, they corrected a rather embarrassing mathematical errors in the last chapter! Bye guys! :)

Next Time- Bad Idea #4: Nothing good ever happens after 11pm.