Author's Note: Hey guys, I really apologize for the fact that this has been a long time coming. I went on vacation and then got hit by a car while I was on vacation, so I've taken some time to recover from that. Without further ado, the next chapter awaits you.
After entering the apartment, Clint went into the kitchen to make dinner and Natasha followed.
"So, what do you want for dinner? I can make some Russian dishes if you'd like one of those. We can have whatever, it doesn't really matter to me."
"I'm sick of Russian, can you make American food? I would kill for a pizza. Do you by any chance know how to make those?"
"I don't think I have all the ingredients, we can get them next time we go to the store. I have American frozen pizza, does that work?"
Natasha grinned, any type of pizza was good with her. "Yep, that works."
"Okay, I have pepperoni, cheese, vegetarian, and tomato mozzarella. Take your pick."
"Hmmm, pepperoni would be good. What can I do to help?"
"You could set the table, I suppose. The glasses and plates are in the top cupboard to the left of the stove, napkins are already on the table, and I don't think we will be using forks and knives."
In fifteen minutes, the pizza was ready and they were sitting down at the small table. They quickly dug into the food and ended up eating the entire pizza in no time.
"So, tell me about these inventions of yours. Widow's Bite and Widow's Line, right?"
"Yep, you got it. So, the design is simple, two cuff like bracelets that I can wear over the arms of my catsuit. I have fingerless leather gloves that would add to the effect, they're in that suitcase. Anyway, I'll start with the Widow's Bite. It is basically an energy blast that is capable of putting out a 30,000 volt electrical discharge that can reach up to a distance of about ten feet. It's a nasty little guy, if you get in it's way."
Clint simply stared at the young woman sitting in front of him. She invented THAT? She was eighteen and had already invented advanced weaponry. What did those Russians teach kids in spy school these days?
"Then you have my Widow's Line, it's useful for getting out of tricky situations. It's my escape route if I have no other options. It's a spring-loaded cable capable of shooting a hooked wire about a hundred feet that enables me to swing to another building or something of the sort. I don't like to use it, but I will if I have to."
"The design of the bracelets is simple. Cuff- like bracelets with things that look like really large bullets on them. These will be black of course, just like my original ones. My lovely little bracelets are also capable of firing gas and explosive pellets, among other things, for when life gets a little more complicated."
This little spider was dangerous, far more that Clint had even imagined. With a mind like that and no loyalties, well none besides him now, she could do serious damage in the wrong hands. Correction, she could do even more serious damage if put into the wrong hands.
"While I'm at your apartment, or should I say Klara's, I'm going to bring along any evidence that would suggest that you aren't who you said you were. Any weaponry or anything else that might suggest that you're, well, an assassin needs to be brought back with me. I'm going to leave you with a cellphone when I go, so that I can call you and ask you where everything is. Does that sound good?"
Natasha shrugged, "I guess it might be for the best. I was actually looking forward to reading a newspaper with Klara's name on the front page. I would have been entertained, to say the least."
Clint shook his head, what was he going to do with that girl?
"So I showed you mine, now you show me yours. I know those arrows of yours aren't your standard issue, I've experienced a few of them for myself."
He smirked, she has a point. He got up and retrieved his bow and quiver from the corner.
"Well, to start out, I designed these with Tony Stark. I had the ideas, I just didn't have the technological skill to make it happen. Have you heard of Mr. Stark?"
"Ah yes, Tony Stark, the playboy, genius, billionaire, philanthropist. That Tony Stark? He likes his cars fast and his women hot."
"And you would know this much how?"
"I met him when he was in Moscow last year. He was a pain in the ass. Kept trying to hit on me."
"Yes, um, I'm sure you made the best of it."
"Meaning did I sleep with him? Ya right. So, he helped you develop these babies."
"Uh, yeah he did. I've met with him a couple times and he made it happen. So, I guess I'll explain the bow first. There's a spring loaded device in the bow that holds the different arrowheads. I have a two finger positive pressure lock that responds solely to my touch. It enables me to change the arrowhead before I shoot, to any that I choose. I had something installed into my iris that lets me keep track of what arrowheads I have left, in what order, and how many arrows are in my quiver."
"You really take these things seriously, don't you?"
"Just as seriously as you take your weapons. May I continue?"
"Go right ahead, I'm not stopping you."
"I have at least twenty types of arrowheads, but I'm just going to outline the most important ones. There's the boomerang arrow, I like that one. It has a homing circuitry- controlled device with a weight shifting mechanism, so if I end up needing to change the speed and impact after it's in the air, I can. Then there is my rocket arrowhead, that one can give you a run for your money. It has a small, solid-fuel missile head with various payloads up to around two pounds."
Clint showed her various other arrows that could do anything and everything. She was amazed that arrows, given the right arrow head, could be just as effective as any other weapon.
"I wasn't expecting anything to this caliber. Here I was thinking that you just had a couple different arrows," she smiled. "You need to get to that apartment and get my supplies before someone else does. I've been gone for a couple of days now, and people that you might not like are going to start looking for me."
"Well, I suppose I should get going to your apartment. The stuff you need is under the bed, right?"
"Yep, you do know which apartment is mine, I hope."
"Like I said, I've been watching you for some time. Until you started acting differently when you were alone, I didn't know if it was actually you or not. It took about three weeks into your assignment."
She hadn't known that he had taken so long to watch her, get to know her. She knew that he had been watching her, but not so minutely. His attention to detail was extraordinary, there was a reason that he was called the hawk.
"Put this in your ear, and I'll call it when I get there. You will hear beeping and then my voice, you don't have to do anything. I shouldn't be too long."
"Be careful, I don't know how many curious perspective employers are looking for me at the moment. Just get the stuff and get out, okay."
He smiled at her, they were becoming fast friends. He could tell that she was worried about him, and that comforted him greatly.
"I'll go as fast as I can, Nat, don't worry about me. I can promise you that I know what I'm doing."
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, more to come soon, I pinky promise! If you don't mind, please review and let me know how you like it and what I could do to make this story better. I'm not gonna be one of those authors that says "so many reviews and I'll update". Instead, I'm just gonna ask nicely :)
