So another chapter, I feel guilty for the freakishly short one last time. This one will be longer as promised, I don't own Marvel.
Natasha pulled up to SHIELD
"Mommy why are we here?" Natasha got Bella out of the car and stalked into SHIELD, Natasha ignored the looks and waves at Bella of the other Agents and headed straight into Marilyn's office. The blonde woman looked up from her young son coloring on the floor.
"Romanoff." She glanced at Bella "How's Barton?" Natasha kissed Bella on the head
"Bella I think you should play with Ryan for a bit. Maybe even spend the night with Marilyn."
Marilyn frowned "Romanoff, you know your rules, what idiotic decision are you about to make?"
Natasha walked Bella over to Ryan and Marilyn.
"Natasha whatever your about to do I can't let you do it."
Natasha's already cold expression hardened
"You can't stop me either."
Bella gazed up at her mother
"Mommy, where's daddy?" Marilyn pointed towards her office
"Romanoff May I speak with you for a moment."
Natasha pursed her lips "I'm in a hurry." Marilyn wielded a scalpel
"This has more than one use to me Romanoff, get in the office."
Natasha scowled and walked into the office.
"Agent Romanoff whatever you are about to do is most definitely against SHIELD protocol-"
Natasha cut her off "I don't care, however they are planning on sending after Clint won't be good enough."
Marilyn placed her hand son her hips "The Calvary isn't good enough?"
Natasha nodded "May is an amazing agent but this is out of her league and she's not his partner."
Marilyn clucked her tongue "Did it ever occur to you that if Bella wasn't born you would have been on that mission to?"
Natasha crossed her arms "Well we have Bella and that's why I need to go. She can't lose her father."
"But she can't lose her mother either Natasha, I can't help you whatever you need even watching Bella."
Natasha looked Marilyn dead in the eyes "Tell me you wouldn't do the exact same thing."
Marilyn rocked back and forth on her feet. Natasha could see the cogs turning in her head, she knew this woman. In Natasha's position she would make the exact same choice, all or nothing.
"Other than taking care of Bella what do you need?"
Natasha sighed
"Arrangements made that if Clint and I die someone capable and loving gets Bella and a diversion."
Marilyn sighed "I'm gonna get my ass kicked."
Natasha nodded and stepped back into the room.
"Bella I love you, remember that. And so does your father."
Tears shined in the toddler's eyes "What happening?" she whimpered, Natasha stroked her daughter's hair
"Don't worry, I'll be home soon." Natasha stood up
"Williams in 15 minutes do something to get Fury, Coulson, Hill and May away from the flight deck. I'll take it from there."
Marilyn bit her lip and pulled Natasha into a hug
"What." Marilyn let her go
"Be careful." Natasha left the room.
"Kate! Watch these two."
Marilyn slipped off her lab coat
"Godamnned assassins." She mumbled.
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Marilyn flattened herself against the wall and rolled her grenade in her hand. She'd helped in the design, compact, anesthetic smoke grenade. Will knock out anyone in the immediate vicinity for 6 6 minutes. And right down the hallway Fury, Coulson, Hill and May were running over the mission. Marilyn fitted a gas mask over her head, pulled the pin and tossed it down the hallway. She heard them shout
"Grenade!" then watched as they fell to the floor. Quickly she checked for any injuries and sprinted out of the hallway.
Natasha heard alarms going off before her, she checked to make sure she was fully outfitted with everything she might need. Quickly she slipped into a jet and made sure no one was inside. She sighed as she spotted a young female agent in the co-pilot seat. She figured her luck had been too good. The young Agent spun around
"Ummm, I'm expecting Agent May…" she trailed off when Natasha pointed her gun at her
"I'm Agent Romanoff and I need this jet."
The young woman stood up, Natasha estimated she was about 18 and just starting out as a pilot. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her hazel eyes widened as Natasha took the safety off her gun.
"Out now."
The young Agent stood her ground "I can't let you, I'm to co-pilot this jet to Azerbaijan and if you want to go anywhere but there you'll have to kill me."
Natasha lowered her gun, she admired the obviously terrified girl's bravery.
"Good, because that's exactly where I need to be. But you take orders from me now. Turn off the coms and get back in the chair, or I will be forced subdue you."
The girl stood in her place
"I can't allow you to be in the position of pilot. This is my jet unless a higher level Agent is assigned to it, I will be pilot or you will have to kill me."
Natasha frowned, she needed the jet but she need to have control but she didn't want to kill he girl. She wanted to pull this off without killing one of her own.
"Agent, get out of my way."
The younger woman raised her own gun
"Whatever it is you want, I'll help but I'm pilot."
Natasha sighed and climbed into the co-pilots seat "Fine, and put that thing down." She gestured at the young agent's gun, she slipped back into the holster on her thigh and sat down in the pilot's seat.
"I hear alarms, was that you?" Natasha made sure the coms were shut off
"Technically not me." The Agent nodded and took off.
"You never asked my name." Natasha frowned
"So?" the younger woman shrugged "Whenever I point a gun at someone I make sure I at least know their name."
Natasha made sure both she and the agent were properly strapped into the seats.
"If it makes you happy, what's your name?"
"Helena, I'm 19." Natasha studied the compass.
"You understand that you may very well get fired or killed." Helena nodded
"Yes." Natasha checked to make sure no one had followed them.
"Then why come?" Helena focused on the sky.
"Agent Barton is a friend of mine, well sort of. He was one of my trainers when I first started last year. He was nice to me. I was pretty nervous around the other recruits and most of the senior Agents weren't helping. His death would be upsetting."
Helena returned to her focus on the sky. Natasha remembered this, Clint was recruited to train a group of rookies the year before. Natasha always complained about how incompetent they were because when she was that old she was on top. One of SHIELDs best right away, so had Clint. Natasha had never taken the time to think that not everyone was. She glanced over at Helena, she knew nothing about her life but she could only guess it had been hard. Natasha didn't know one SHIELD agent who didn't get into the job without coming from pain and tragedy.
"How long do you estimate the flight will be?"
Helena shrugged "5 hours." Natasha nodded
"Do we have a location on Barton?" Helena nodded
"We're are headed for 1 mile away from the compound outside of Baku the Capital city where he is being held. Agent Romanoff are you planning on going in alone?"
Natasha nodded, Helena frowned "That is a stupid decision even for someone with your skill set."
Natasha narrowed her eyes "I'm not taking you, I won't be responsible for your life."
Helena played with the switches above her head "You won't be, technically you're not on this mission therefore not responsible for me. Also I'm a trained field agent, I am responsible for my own life and it is my designated mission to rescue Agent Clint Barton. Not yours."
Natasha stayed quiet, she didn't have an argument. Helena was using SHIELD's terms to get herself killed.
"I won't let you." Natasha deadpanned, Helena rolled her eyes
"You can't stop me either and I won't permit you to go in alone. You have your daughter to worry about, and I personally want to make sure you get home."
Natasha frowned at the thought of Bella, she couldn't leave her daughter without both parents and Helena was clearly smart and brave.
"If you die your blood is on my hands." Natasha stated
"The same goes for me." Helena retorted.
With that Natasha shut up and supressed a smirk, Helena was exactly what Natasha pictured when Bella was older. She was certain this wasn't a good thing.
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5 hours later, outside Baku, Azerbaijan
Helena silently landed the jet, Natasha jumped out her seat and handed Helena extra grenades.
"These will be helpful, all explosive. Use them wisely. Do you know the layout of the compound?"
Helena grimaced "Agent May did." Natasha sighed and stepped out of the jet.
"Then I'll need a new plan." Helena strapped the grenades to herself.
"Maybe not. I know the place is just a warehouse and the security is likely a large amount of guards pacing around with automatic weapons. They probably don't have a plan in case of attack either."
Natasha nodded "Maybe, maybe not. Let's not assume anything. That'll get us killed."
She turned around to face Helena "When we go in, you have to be prepared to kill."
She nodded "That's nothing new Romanoff."
Natasha frowned, she had taken a liking to the 19 year old over the course of the flight. She now saw why, Natasha saw herself. Helena was cunning, brave, more experienced then she seemed and incredibly rational. Whatever made this girl who she was clearly hadn't been good.
"Let's go."
Helena followed close behind Natasha as they circled the compound.
"If you get your hands on a larger weapon use it."
Helena nodded and clicked the safety off of her gun, Natasha did the same. With that they kicked in the door. And they weren't at all greeted with what they thought they would be. Instead of guards running at them it was a very stunned receptionist sitting behind a desk. Helena raised her eyebrows
"What the hell?" Natasha stared at the terrified woman behind the desk and gestured towards the door leading outside. The woman clearly took the hint and sprinted outside into the night.
"Simple enough." Helena quipped and jerked her head towards the hallway behind the desk. Natasha raised her gun and headed down the hallway. This time they were greeted with what they expected, 6 guards ran right at them. Quickly and easily Natasha took down four, Helena knocked one out with a swift kick to the head then used the other one's own pepper spray against him. Natasha admired her resourcefulness.
"I'll have to use that." Helena smirked
"Just goes to show even the best of us are still learning."
Natasha continued down the hallway, ignoring her comment, Helena sprinted after her.
The building looked simple from the outside. A rectangular warehouse, only once on the inside and past the front desk it's a maze of door less hallways with armed guards appearing out of nowhere. Each of them had taken a few hits, Natasha had a flesh wound from a bullet on her left shoulder, and she would have been dead if Helena hadn't tackled her from behind. Helena herself was bleeding from a large scrape across her back from being slammed against a vase on a table. Why the place was so nicely decorated they had no idea, all they wanted to do was find Clint and get out alive. Helena stopped dead next to a door leading to the roof.
"What better place to keep Hawkeye then a roof?"
Natasha paused "I don't think…" Helena shrugged
"Easy escape since there's a helicopter pad."
Natasha sprinted into the stairwell, she was tired of the useless searching through hallways, and the roof seemed like the most plausible option. She was angry at herself for not thinking of it. In truth she was distracted, it was the worst. It wasn't safe. She was having trouble staying the Black Widow and not Natasha. Her thoughts kept reverting back to Bella and how she had left her daughter hanging, how guilty she felt for that. Six guards came sprinting down the stairs towards them
"I must have been right." Helena chirped.
Natasha instantly shot one of the guards in the head, Helena jumped up grabbing the railing above her and pulled herself onto the stairs above them from there she launched a knife into another guards back. A guard pulled out his gun, instantly Natasha jumped down onto the stairs underneath them. He didn't shoot at either of them. He aimed his gun at the fire alarm and fired. Immediately water poured down on them and the white lights switched off replaced instead with a dull gold glow.
"Shit." Helena muttered, before jumping down onto a guards back and used her thighs to snap his neck. One ran down to Natasha who simply shot him.
"You have a gun, use it." Helena mocked her, grabbed the railing above her and kicked one of the remaining guards in the chest sending him down the stairs at the other guard who was trying to take out Natasha, to both Helena's and Natasha's amusement he was failing miserably. The two of them fell further down the stairs were Natasha threw a smoke grenade.
"Come on." She said as she raced up the stairs past Helena who quickly followed behind.
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The scene on the roof wasn't pretty, Clint was tied in a chair sat dangerously close to the edge of the roof. One inch and he would be dead, one of the people he was supposed to take out struck him again across the face. Clint spat blood onto the man's feet. He hit him again. Clint smirked, he was hit again. He kept smirking. Clint Barton, wasn't particularly good in these situations, he often pissed off whoever held him captive by being a cocky asshole. Which generally he wasn't, but when tied in a chair by a mobster for some reason he couldn't help it. An insufferable amount of sarcasm, insults and puns were often all that came out of his mouth. Whenever Natasha was with him, she herself was tempted to punch him in the face. Not that was never sarcastic or arrogant around her captors but she knew when to stop before they became seriously fed up. Clint glanced up at the man towering over him
"Who's gonna come Hawkeye? Fury? The Calvary? It's pathetic, there's one person who can save you and they won't be coming. The Black Widow, your infamous partner, you said yourself she can't come to save you."
Natasha stepped through the door onto the roof
"He lied." Clint's eyes widened
"Tasha? What the hell?!" they raised their guns, Helena took a few steps towards him
"By order of SHIELD I demand that you release Agent Barton and surrender."
He laughed "By order of SHIELD? Is that worded correctly?" he studied her "Who might you be anyway?"
"The Calvary." She lied, Agent May was likely in the SHIELD infirmary death staring Marilyn while Fury, Hill and Coulson screamed at her. Natasha understood what she was doing, both sticking to the original mission plan and protecting her identity.
"The Calvary? I pictured you taller, and a little older." He gestured at Natasha
"No need to ask who you are, your hair's the same color as the blood on your hands. The famous Black Widow."
Natasha walked towards him "I'm going to kill you." It was more of a statement then a threat. Helena admired her, she was so calm, great at keeping herself together. Helena was trying to hide that her hands were shaking and that she was responsible for the deaths of several men in the building they were standing on. The man grabbed Clint chair
"No you won't cause one little push and bird brain is dead."
Helena supressed a laugh "Bird brain? That's really pathetic." He walked towards her
"No one told me the Calvary was snarky." Helena backed up
"Well… that's too bad." Natasha walked towards the man, he smirked and jerked his head. Three heavily armed guards came from inside a helicopter on the other side of the roof.
"Please Miss Romanoff, it's best not to try. What would you be trying to do in my situation? He tried to kill me I'm returning the favour."
Natasha raised her gun "He tried to kill me once and I wasn't too upset about it."
Two of the guards came behind Helena and held guns on her the third did the same for Natasha.
"Don't be offended, can't be too careful with the Calvary."
Helena smiled sheepishly "That's right, don't underestimate he Calvary."
Natasha stared across the room at Clint. He wasn't in good condition, now that she was studying him she could see more than the obvious blows to his head, he was bleeding from his stomach, chest and legs.
"Be quiet!" he barked at Helena. "Listen, all I want is Barton. I don't want to fight, I want to take him and leave."
He smirked "That's too bad because I'm going to kill you. Tell me Natasha do you know my name?"
Natasha frowned "No."
He clapped his hands together "Good. I don't want you to, I want the famous Black Widow to die and not know her killer. How much honour is in that death? None. Which is a shame because that's how we all want to go, we want our death to mean something. You want to save him?"
He gestured to Clint
"Too bad because I'm going to put a bullet through you and your friend's pretty little heads and you don't even know my name."
Helena frowned "Pretty? More like pretty fucking dangerous."
One of the guards elbowed her in the back, she fell down onto one knee. The second guard kicked her into the side, then pulled her up and put her into a headlock. Natasha glanced at her
"That's enough." She said, Helena kicked one of the guards in the knee ten spit at him. He sneered
"What was that supposed to accomplish?" Helena gasped for breath. He smirked, Natasha took another step towards the man.
"What is it you want? Money? Recourses?" he shook his head
"Revenge. Care to put a price on that?" Natasha stared at him
"What do you think mercenaries are?" he rolled his eyes
"Business men, I'm the boss. Mr. Barton here thinks he's half as good as any of my men. He should know anyone who uses a bow and arrow gets no respect from me."
Natasha turned on the spot ripped the gun from the guard hand then shot him and both guards holding Helena square in the chest.
"Do I?" he stepped back
"What?" Natasha advanced on him
"Respect? Do I get any?" he pulled a clicker out of his pocket and pressed the button.
"You have 1 minutes and 45 seconds. Survive, you have my respect, in death."
With that he jumped straight off the roof.
Helena scrambled to the edge.
"Dead! The motherfucker is dead!" Natasha ran for Clint cutting him free.
"The helicopter." She stated. Helena screamed
"We can't!" Natasha glared at her
"Why the hell not!"
Helena pointed at strings of wires tied around the helicopter.
"It's the bomb."
Natasha's face fell. "No." she walked over to it
"No. I refuse." Clint held her back "Tasha."
Her eyes fell to the ground "No. That bastard!" she screamed.
Helena frowned and sprinted for the helicopter, they ran after her
"What the hell are you doing?!" Clint screamed.
The young agent climbed inside
"I'm a pilot, I can fly this!" Natasha ran for her
"No! You can't do this, let me!"
Helena pulled her gun out
"Come any closer and I shoot you! You have your daughter to go home to. Your entire life!"
Clint ran a hand through his hair "You're 19! You have your entire life!"
Helena glanced at the bomb "I have 37 seconds."
She started the helicopter, Natasha screamed at her
"No! No!" her voice didn't even break, she was just screaming, Helena wiped a tear from her eye.
"So long, and goodnight!" she screamed.
Quickly she flew away from the building, far and fat. Natasha kept screaming, Clint pulled her down onto the ground at threw himself over her.
The sound was deafening. Both of their ears were ringing for minutes after. They didn't move, they stayed there huddled on the roof.
"So long and goodnight." Clint mumbled
"What a cocky assholeish thing to say." Natasha said. Clint nodded
"But some famous last words."
Natasha nodded and gave Clint a sad smile "Helena, so long and goodnight."
So A LOT of My Chemical Romance references. I know I promised a shorter update time but then I'm a procrastinator of everything including things I like doing (this for example) also second semester came in like a wrecking ball of horror. So if you want listening to the title songs might be fun, they might not be your taste of music in which case feel free to not give a shit. So thank you for the response and keep up the favorites/following and reviewing! I hope everyone is well. Also Fall Out Boy reunion anniversary tmo Feb 4th. Any fans reading? Cause I'm going crazy.
