Hawkeye kept the scope of his M4 Carbine trained on his red head partner as she somersaulted and snuck across the roof of Asad Munim's base. He kept an eye on her, laughing quietly when she straightened to her full height, pulling the zipper of her cat suit down a little further. He listened to her flawless flirting and rehearsed pickup lines through the comm. The Tunisian man drooled after her, falling victim to her beauty like every other man before him. He never saw the black clad arm that shot away from the Widow's side, snapping his neck in one fluid motion. Clint watched her back with sharp eyes as she soundlessly dragged the dead guard to the corner of the roof where he would be hidden in the shadows until morning. But the hawk and spider would be long gone by then.
Natasha cracked her foot down on the skylight, shielding her eyes as the glass shattered under her black heels. She lowered herself into the window, gritting her teeth when the rough edges of the glass bit through her gloves.
"Six foot drop, Widow." Clint reminded her when he saw her red hair disappear.
"Yep," she grunted, letting go. She landed in a crouch with a barely audible thud as she hit the ground. "Coulson…" she prompted, hiding in the shadows of the storage closet.
"The lab is two floors down. There's a stairway down the hallway, four doors to the right of where you are." He read off the map.
"You've got a visual, Hawk?" she checked as she crept towards the closed door. Clint hummed an affirmative response in her ear as she slipped into the hallway. The Russian Assassin stuck to the shadows until she reached the staircase.
"Hostile around the corner." Hawkeye followed the Black Widow's figure closely through the thermal imaging scope.
Clint's warning patched through to her comm. just as she rounded the corner, coming face to face with a brutish guard. Natasha smiled seductively before unloading a Widow's Bite charge into the man's sternum. She lunged forward, catching his body before it could hit the ground.
"Neutralized." She told him as she continued up the stairs. Waiting for Phil's directions, she paused at the door to the first floor.
"Once you are out that door, hang a right. Third door needs an access code."
"4375." Hawkeye added in.
"There's a guard at that door though, take him out and move in. Hawkeye's got a clear shot through the window." Phil reminded her needlessly.
"Now or never, Widow." Clint spoke gruffly.
"Going in." she said finally, moving her hand away from her earpiece. She opened the door, barely wide enough for her to squeeze through, shutting it softly behind her. She stuck close to the wall until she was directly across from the lab entrance, doing a back flip to avoid being caught by the cameras. She wiped the blood off the fingertips of her gloves, punching in the code on the number pad. The pen light at the bottom blinked green, unlocking the door. She pushed the door open, shooting the guard with her pistol before he could look up. The Black Widow pushed through the double doors, guns drawn as she automatically counted the armed men in the room.
"Hello boys." She drawled flirtily; Eight men. They looked at each other confusedly, then back at the beautiful armed red head.
"من أنت؟"
'Who are you?' The man closest to her asked.
"من تعتقد أنا؟"
'Who do you think I am?' She replied playfully, twirling a strand of burgundy hair around her finger. The men's eyes glazed over helplessly.
وقال "ما يجري هنا من؟"
'What is going on out here?' another voice boomed, a voice that did not belong to one of the men in front of her. A man that Natasha immediately recognized as Asad Munim stalked into the room with a M60 machine gun looped around his neck. Nine men.
"أنا فقط حصلت على فقدان كل شيء."
'I just got lost is all.' Natasha replied innocently, switching safety off on her gun. Asad stared at her for a tense moment, wondering how the girl had gotten into his lab.
Moments later two of the men on the opposite side of the room crashed to the ground with arrows protruding from their necks. The second Natasha heard the quiet twang of the bow string in her ear she spun out of the way of a bullet that Munim had automatically fired, shooting at the man closest to her. She dropped into a crouch in front of the next man, shooting him in knee and kicking him in the face as he doubled over. She straightened up, punching the assailant in the throat when he hit the floor. Another arrow was fired through the window, and another fell dead. Four men. They circled around her, gun barrels burying themselves in her chest and stomach. She started to raise her hands in what the targets perceived to be surrender until she whipped her gun into Munim's temple, eliciting protective responses from his men.
Clint watched the fight down the shaft of his next arrow, choosing the man with whom he had the clearest shot. The bullet hit his partner's attacker between the eyes, just as Natasha knocked another gun away from her, punching him in the nose. Hawkeye watched horrified as Natasha curled over, her breathing becoming staggered in the comm.
"Sit rep." he growled.
"Hit." She gasped, kicking the gun away so that Clint could shoot without worrying the gun would go off. An arrow speared through the last guard's neck, killing him within seconds.
"Where's Munim?" Clint asked calmly.
"Unknown." She breathed after looking around the destroyed room.
"Get out of there, Widow. I'll finish the job." He ordered, already knocking a grappling arrow.
"I can do it. I've had worse. I can do this." She repeated, breathing growing increasingly labored as she did her best to staunch the bleeding while holding tight to her gun.
"I know you can. But you don't need to do this alone anymore." He whispered. "Let me help you." He froze, waiting for her reply.
"I don't need help."
"I know." He laughed. "But its ok to ask for it sometimes."
"I'm waiting just outside, Romanoff, can you make it?" Coulson interjected, making up her mind for her.
"Yes." She answered dejectedly. Clint smirked, firing the arrow onto the roof of the base. The grappling hook caught and Hawkeye pulled it taught. He jumped off the roof, flying towards the wall. His feet hit first and he shimmied down the rope until he was level with the window he had previously been shooting through.
He landed noiselessly on the floor of the lab, giving the room a quick once over to make sure it was clear. Satisfied, he hurried over to the only desk in the room, shuffling through the papers spread over the table top. Red strobe lights started flashing, accompanied by a blaring alarm. He knew he had minutes before the backup filed into the room to eliminate the threat; him. He could hear the many, many pairs of footsteps pounding down the hallway, making him search even quicker. He cursed as he heard the army of footsteps outside the door just before the door slammed open, cracking against the wall. He turned around, met with the sight of at least fifty men, all armed with M60 machine guns. Clint reached for the quiver strapped to his back , picking the arrow he knew would take out the most men with one shot and choosing to ignore the consequences.
Clint fired the arrow, ducking down as it exploded. The sonic boom bounced off the metal walls, piercing Hawkeye's hardly shielded ears. He collapsed, acknowledging one thing before the blackness enveloped him; He couldn't hear anything. Not even the ringing he expected to hear after the explosion.
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