Chapter 4: Alone

I'm always ready for a war again.

Go down that road again.

It's all the same.

I'm always ready to take a life again

You know I'll ride again

It's all the same

Tokyo, Japan

Two thugs were sprinting down the street in the nighttime, bumping into people and avoiding obstacles. One thug thought his heart was going to come out of chest from the amount of fear he was feeling. The other had already soiled himself after witnessing "it" take his friend. The two rushed into a local bar and screamed something in Japanese and almost everybody in the bar armed themselves.

Minutes later there was a knock at the door. Everyone loaded their guns and readied their knives while one guard checked the door. There was a "thump" on the door that made everyone incredibly tense. Then there was a ticking sound.

"Tick, Tick Boom."

KABOOM

The bar was full of smoke and unconscious men. A man wearing all black and wielding a katana and a bow and arrow walked into the room. He saw one man scrambling to his feet and walked briskly up to him and slammed the back of his head into the wall. He then pulled out his katana and held it up against his neck. The man pointed up and the mysterious figure removed the katana. Suddenly a man with a baseball bat swung it at the mysterious man but his katana cut the bat in half. The now frightened man threw a punch but it was caught and he was thrown over his assailant's shoulder. The man in black then twists his now victim's arm until it breaks leaving him crying and cursing in pain.

Meanwhile, the two men who started all this violence are hiding on the roof. One is on the phone while the other looks out for danger. The vigilante who's been chasing them steps out the shadows and fires an arrow at one man's phone. The one who soiled his pants had his hands over his head while his buddy probably was busy soiling his own pants now. But instead of "soiling" the man gets up and runs at the figure but he gets kneed in the stomach and before he can even react to the pain he gets kicked straight in his head.

The man in black walks over to "the soiler" and picks him up and puts his katana up against his neck.

"Where is Hassad?" the masked man asked threateningly.

The man being questioned could barely even say anything. He felt his throat becoming drier by the minute. The sword moved against his throat just a little and one drop of blood fell from his neck.

"OKAY OKAY I'LL TALK. The-"

He was surprisingly shot by an unknown assailant and instantly died. The vigilante became aware of the threat and stood his ground bravely. Another bullet was fired but by some luck he deflected it with his sword. Then he did again. And again. And again. Until he got tired and one hit him in his leg. Suddenly other men stepped out the shadows and climbed off ladders and hopped from roof to roof, surrounding the vigilante. He stood up and prepared to fight but then out of nowhere another two people were added to this chaotic situation. A man and a woman. They looked really familiar but he put it aside and focused on the task at hand.

The three heroes fired arrows, threw punches and kicked until there was only one attacker left. The woman jumped at him legs first and flipped him over sending him to her male partner who socked him in the jaw.

She then turned over to the vigilante and stared at him. He took off his mask and adjusted his hearing aid.

"Nat."

"Clint."

They hugged each other and didn't let go at all. Something happened. Something bad. They both knew it. It made Clint Barton into Ronin. But he still wasn't alone.