A small note: When people are talking in italics, it means they are speaking in French.
Exactly an hour later, the Avengers were walking through the glass doors of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters. Agent Hill was waiting for them a few steps away from the entrance.
"Follow me." She said and began walking down a long hallway streaming with S.H.I.E.L.D. workers. They followed her down the hallway, into another corridor on the left, and into a small room on the right. Nick Fury was sitting down at a large table that filled up the whole room.
Agent Hill walked out of the room and closed the doors behind her. The Avengers sat down in the leather chairs around the table.
Fury looked around at them. "Any questions before I dive into details?" He asked.
Steve frowned slightly. "How long should this mission take?"
"Depends on how many more friends Dr. Draxes has. It could only take a day, but that's really up to how much of a fight he puts up. We will be picking you up four days from now unless there is an emergency."
"...and why is it that you are using us instead of some of your agents?" Banner asked.
"This isn't just another little mission that a couple of spies can carry out. This person is working in the nuclear field. He could be planning anything from blowing up all of the United States, to blowing up the entire world."
"So you want us to arrest him and bring him back to S.H.I.E.L.D. for interrogation along with his friend."
"Exactly. Now here's the plan..."
-AVENGERS ASSEMBLE-
Half an hour later, the Avengers were ready to board the aircraft taking them to Russia. It was going to be a complicated mission with many risks, and Clint was becoming more and more doubtful on whether Natasha should even be there with them on this mission.
He watched Natasha as she adjusted her gloves and weapons. She seemed fine though she was a little pale. But what would happen when night fell and she needed sleep? Clint sighed and took off his quiver full of arrows. He adjusted the arrows in it, and then slung it back on his shoulder. He saw Tony boarding the plane with Banner and Steve right behind him.
"Come on." He turned to Natasha, but she was already walking onto the plane. He quickly followed her up onto the plane. It was exactly like the aircraft he had been on with Loki when he had blown up the helicarrier.
"Oh, great." He muttered under his breath.
Natasha beckoned to the pilot seat next to her. "Let's try to get there before the day is over."
Clint gave her one of his best angry looks and then sat down in the seat and immediately started switching buttons and typing in codes. "First stop is Moscow."
Fury watched as the aircraft took off into the air. Then he turned around and walked into the building again. "Agent Hill, do you copy?"
"Sir?"
"Get our communications up immediately. We're going to need them."
-AVENGERS ASSEMBLE-
A few hours later, a remarkably fast aircraft was seen landing on an airport field in Moscow. Three tourists dressed in normal civilian clothes with various types of baggage walked out, and the plane immediately took off again.
"Now what?" Steve asked, pulling a hat down low over his eyes.
"We find a hotel. Any of you know the Russian word for 'hotel'?" Tony replied. He was dressed in a thick coat to block out the snow that was rapidly falling and wore a hat much like Steve's.
"Come on." Steve sighed and walked off the landing field. Banner and Stark followed him.
Four security guards walked up to them and stopped them. "What are you doing!" One of them exclaimed in English but with a heavy Russian accent.
Tony held up the S.H.I.E.L.D. identification cards for them all. "Official business with S.H.I.E.L.D." The security guards nodded for them to move on.
"You know a hotel we can stay at?"
-AVENGERS ASSEMBLE-
Natasha and Clint landed at Belgorod twenty minutes later. They quickly walked off the aircraft with a few small pieces of luggage and paused. A S.H.I.E.L.D. pilot had been ordered to ride with them, and once they arrived at Belgorod, fly the plane back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
Clint leaned in to Natasha. "Remind me again why Fury decided to abandon us here."
Natasha just smirked and watched as the plane rose again into the air. "Let's get this over with." She whipped the hair out of her eyes and took out a small, transparent glass rectangle from her coat pocket. Clint watched as she turned it on and began typing in coordinates and searching for maps. A minute later, she looked up and pointed to a direction where many people were walking around in what looked like a market. "His lab is a few blocks in that direction."
"Where is he now?" Clint had to shout over the rising wind that suddenly soared out of nowhere.
"Right now he is..." She enlarged the map and squinted at it. "...at a large dinner party at the house of Dr. Ibyl and his wife."
Clint nodded. "Perfect. You have anything to wear to a dinner?"
Natasha raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side. "I'll wear something if you wear a tux." She looked back down at the map. "Our room is in an expensive hotel very close to the party."
"What cover should we put on this time?" Clint grinned slightly. Natasha hated disguising herself.
Natasha shrugged. "You can think up one of your crazy ideas. Right now let's go." They started walking towards the outside market with Natasha walking slightly in front.
Two minutes later, Clint spoke up. "I am Andrew Bartoni, and you are my newly-wedded wife, Marie. We are currently on our honeymoon."
"I'm assuming we are from France then." She frowned at him.
"But of course!" He exclaimed in a perfect French accent.
"Very well, my handsome husband!" She replied in an also perfect accent. She stepped close to Clint and hooked her arm through his. Clint knew she had already taken up her role as Marie Bartoni, and he grinned. Natasha was truly amazing when it came to transforming her character. He looked down at her and couldn't help a small laugh. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, her lips were parted slightly, making her look completely innocent, and with one toss of her hair, she had made herself look like a young eighteen-year old, excited at the prospect of having married a handsome, romantic husband.
"You are truly amazing, beautiful bride. But where is our apartment?"
She looked around, as if seeing the market for the first time. "Oh! It is over this way, I think!"
"Let us hurry. We don't want to be late for the celebration."
She quickened her step. "It is right here!" Clint looked up from pretending to adoringly watch his 'bride.' In front of them was a beautifully designed hotel that almost didn't fit into its surroundings. Clint looked at her, and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"Shall we go inside, my dear?"
Natasha giggled and blushed nervously, but at the same time, scanning her surroundings, calculating the nearest exit, and watching the people. "Of course!" She replied.
Clint opened the glass door for her, and then followed her in. It was truly an expensive hotel with lots of velvet and gold. There was a desk on his left, and he walked over to it. The clerk at the desk looked up at him with a fake smile. "Hello?" He greeted in Russian.
Clint looked at Natasha, and she walked up next to him. He had a hard time not smiling as she started speaking in Russian but with a French accent. "We have a room...maybe under the name of Fury?"
The clerk paused for a second and then nodded. "Your room number is 1008." He handed them a key, and Natasha and Clint walked off, pretending to whisper to each other excitedly. They got on the elevator and Clint pressed the button to the tenth floor.
"How much did you understand?" Natasha asked curiously.
"I figured out most of it. We had a room booked under the name of Fury, and our room number was 1008."
Natasha put on a sweet smile as the elevator doors slid open. Clint stepped off and held the elevator door open for her. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek in return, and then followed him down the hallway to the room with the number eight printed on the door.
Clint opened the door for her. "After you, dear!" Natasha giggled and hurried inside. Clint followed her in, and shut and locked the door behind him. Immediately, Natasha's smile faded, and her lips set in a firm line.
"How much time do you think we have before the party ends?" She asked, returning to English.
Clint took off his heavy shoes and set them by the door. "I think we should hurry and get it over with."
Natasha nodded and hurried into the bathroom with her small bag of various types of clothes. Clint looked around briefly, and groaned. Of course Fury would have booked the honeymoon suit. There was only one bed in the middle of the room, two sofas over on one side which Clint already decided to sleep on, and there was a mirror on the other side that took up the entire wall. Various roses and perfumes filled the solid surfaces, and the bed, itself, must have had at least three blankets, a gold tinted duvet cover, and a curtain that surrounded the bed.
Clint sighed and began changing into the suit he had brought with him. Years of missions with S.H.I.E.L.D. taught him to bring clothes for almost every situation.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Natasha was slipping on a dark blue, strapless, low-cut dress that had thousands of sparkles all over it. The back of the dress was even more revealing than the front with a back that barely covered her back. She put up her hair quickly in a simple, but beautiful hairdo that curled around the back of her head. Then she applied a small amount of makeup, and perfumed herself.
It would take a lot of convincing that underneath the white gloves she wore were several knifes, and that on each of her legs was strapped a gun. She also had hidden another knife in her hairdo.
Natasha looked at the clock. She had gotten ready in five minutes. It was time to go. She strapped on ridiculously tall heels, and attached diamond earrings that glittered in the light. She looked like a beautiful, young girl who knew nothing about death.
"Clint, are you ready?" She called out opening the door.
"Almost!" Clint replied, putting on his coat. He had slicked back his hair, also making him look like he had just turned twenty. Natasha smiled, and took out of her bag, a fur coat and a purse. In the purse was already stored a gun and some other weapons that she thought might be useful.
"You feeling alright so far?" Clint asked.
"Just a headache. I'll be fine." Natasha replied. It was true that she had a headache, but she also was feeling a little dizzy. It would pass though. Or so she thought.
Clint looked at her for a second and then walked to the door.
"Shall we go?" He asked.
"By all means!"
Longer chapter this time! Please Read and Review. I also have a question for my readers. Where would you like this story to go? There are many ways for this story to follow. If you have any ideas, feel free to review or PM me.
One more thing, I also started a fanfic on Natasha's early life. Some of the dreams she has been having in this fanfic will be showing up in there, so if you are enjoying this fanfic, I would suggest you go over and read that one too! :D