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(3 months later)

Barton and Romanoff were sparring in the gym when they got called into Fury's office. He said it was urgent, so the duo walked faster than they normally did when going to his office. When they entered, it looked like a tornado hit, and Coulson and Fury where in the heart of it. There were maps and topographical charts spread around the room, drawers were pulled out, files and manilla folders everywhere else.

"Sir, you called for us?" Clint said, standing up as straight as he could when he addressed his superiors. He had been cleared for duty last month after he healed, but Fury was still pissed at the both of them, so they were confined to hanging around the base.

Fury nodded. "I don't want to, but there is another mission for you guys in Delta. I would out any other force on this, but every other force is busy." Clint and Natasha nodded along, excited to be put on a mission again.

"Also against my wishes, this is not an informational mission, this is a rescue mission." Fury said. The assassins' eyes lit up with the information. It was a real mission! "Coulson will give you the information, as well as coming along with you." Fury continued, and Coulson looked up at the pair and gave a messy smile, then went back down to reading the files. "Briefing room, fully dressed and ready to go, Fifteen minutes. Go." Coulson said and the duo sped off.

Twelve minutes later, a fully-decked out Barton and Romanoff were sitting at the table when Coulson sped in with a latte in his hand and files in another. "I see you guys are excited to get back in the field." He muttered. Both agents answered with a crisp "yes, sir!"

"OK," Coulson started. "So here's the deal. Two weeks ago, we sent five agents to Bogota, Columbia for a short informational and recon mission about a local gang that has been terrorizing the area. Four days after they entered, we heard over one agent's comm a struggle, and we haven't been able to reach them since then. We fear the gang got to them. They are all mostly experienced agents, but we want to check anyhow." He passed out files on the agents that were MIA.

There were some agents Clint knew from around the base, and Natasha recognized an Agent Sebastian Giordano, level 7, when dealing with Scarlotti. She wondered if he always got into trouble like that.

"Yes, sir." Clint answered with a crisp mock salute. "When do we move out sir?"

Coulson rolled his eyes at the act. "Tomorrow morning, early. It's going to be a long, uncomfortable flight."

The next morning, as promised, the pair of assassins were knocking at Coulson's door, ready to go.

Crap. Coulson was right about uncomfortable, Clint thought, as they looked at their ride. It was a six hour flight, and because the gang might see it, they had to ride in the back of a cargo plane instead of a quinjet. They brought blankets and coats because it can get pretty cold, and oxygen masks and tanks, because people aren't really supposed to be in the cargo pit. Half an hour later, the big plane was in air and on the way to Columbia

Natasha crawled out of the little hole her and two men squeezed through after their six hour flight. She rolled some cricks out of her neck and back, and did some stretches and toe touches from being cramped in the plane

Clint groaned. "Coulson, remind me again why we had to stay in the back of a cargo plane, not a quinjet?" He whined, trying to stretch out his arms and legs.

"Because, Barton, if we took a quinjet, the gang would probably see us and we would be dead. We also have new information that not only is this a regular gang, HYDRA is also involved in this. It seems as some of the head leaders are HYDRA." Coulson replied, re-tying his shoes.

"Ugh, HYDRA, again?" Clint groaned lounder. "Why does it always have to be HYDRA?"

Coulson rolled his eyes. "I don't know, Barton, why don't you go up to the head and ask them?"

"Maybe I will. Ok, let's go 'cause I'm getting bored just standing here." Clint said. Coulson nodded and headed to their 4x4 that would take them to the area where the agents are supposedly being held.

Coulson drove Barton and Romanoff as close as he could to the small village where the agents were supposedly at, before turning around and parking it a little farther away, but still accessible. Barton and Romanoff pulled out their respective weapons, and Coulson pulled out his handgun. Then all three turned on their comms. Coulson waved the go ahead sign, and the three started running towards the village.

Surprisingly, there were still civilians around. Natasha thought that if there was HYDRA around, the civilians would be dead or under HYDRA control. But she was wrong. She noticed when herself or Barton or Coulson got near any of them, the panicked and ran into the nearest house.

Clint noticed it too. Watch out guys, all civilians are scattering, probably a fight. He warned over his comm set. Natasha grimaced and pushed on with searching the houses.

Coulson was proud. Barton and Romanoff were handling the situation well. He remember trying to train Barton when he was a little younger, a difficult task it proved to be. Barton was impulsive and didn't have a lot of patience, always jumping before thinking. But he was also very loyal, and a good person to be watching your back. And Romanoff, had grown a lot from when Barton brought her in. The two were great partners, and Coulson guessed they would become some of the best.

Coulson was cut short of his memories when he looked into a small house that didn't have anyone in it, except for a large black box in the middle of it, he saw a timer. His eyes widened in fear, and started running for his life. BARTON! ROMANOFF! He yelled over his comm while sprinting away from the building. GET OUT OF HERE! BOMB!

5...4...3...2...1…

There was a sudden flash then,

ka-BOOM!

The explosion was deafening. Anyone near the house, would've felt pain for a split second, then be dead. The building around the bomb was completely demolished, there was nothing left.

Natasha and Clint were close together when the explosion happened, but Clint was closest, he was behind the house that was neighbored to the bomb. Natasha was 2 houses over, but both were equally thrown back.

Natasha woke up first, with sharp ringing pounded through her head, and when she tried to open her eyes, light shot daggers through her eyes. She mentally took in her surroundings. She was up against something had, pursuing a wall, and she smelled and tasted burning debris. Those were her only senses that were working. Her ears were still ringing, but less, and she could kind of open her eyes.

When she could open her eyes all the way, all she saw was destruction. The building she was leaning against and surrounding ones were missing pieces of walls in huge, open gaps, and falling debris. She slowly moved her hands over her body, checking for injuries. Her left foot was stuck under a rock, and she probably had a concussion.

Slowly, Natasha started to stand up. She had to find Coulson and Barton. With his luck, Natasha thought, Barton's probably stuck under a wall dying or something. Using the wall to support her, she slowly limped closer to the house that held the bomb, trying to find Coulson and Clint.

Ten minutes later, Natasha found Barton. He was out cold, lying in a heap of debris, under a what looked like an unstable rooftop. She slowly pulled him out from under near there, trying not to move him so much, in case he got injured. When he was out, she check over him to see if there were any outstanding injuries, but besides major bruising and cuts and scrapes, there was none.

Natasha was standing out looking out for Coulson, when Clint started to stir. Natasha walked over to him and started to help him sit up.

Clint was worried. He had been out for a while. And there was this constant ringing in his ears, but it slowly started to go away. Clint looked up at Natasha, who was standing over him, saying something. That's when it hit him.

The ringing had stopped, but had been replaced with absolute silence. Natasha was saying something, but Clint couldn't hear it. He started to panic. He couldn't hear anything!

As soon as Clint started freaking out, Natasha knew something was wrong. You don't freak out after someone says, "wake up, sleeping beauty." Natasha looked Clint straight in the eye, who was yelling and screaming. She slapped him and he stopped.

Clint looked back at Natasha and managed to croak out a shaky sentence.

"I can't hear anything."

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