The rest of the flight Clint spent drifting in and out of sleep, he couldn't get all the way to sleep and it bothered him. Looking over at Natasha he couldn't tell if she was truly asleep or not, but she did look peaceful. Usually if you were on a plane to a mission you weren't allowed to sleep but considering the flight was over 5 hours long Clint decided it would be ok if he slept for only a few short minutes.

"Agents- I mean Agent." The pilot slipped up and quickly regained himself. Clint caught a glimpse of Natasha with the smallest crack of a smile on her mouth. "We're coming up on the destination, we'll be there in about 5 minutes and you're going to have to drop in." they informed the two of them.

Clint got up and stretched- cracking several joints in the process, he reached into his pocket and grabbed two earpieces Fury had handed him before they took off. He put one in his ear and then nudged Natasha from her fake sleep.

"Put this in," he ordered. She took it uncertainty and placed it in her ear; she seemed annoyed by the little black piece of plastic that was now wrapped around her ear. "You'll get used to it, I didn't like it either the first time." She just nodded. Something was off with her, ever since Fury's office- Clint didn't have the since that she would run away during the mission or that she would kill him and then leave him for dead in a foreign country.

"Drop zone in 2 minutes." The pilot interrupted his uneasy feeling. He looked around and saw the parachute were on a shelf above Natasha's head, he grabbed two and handed one to her. Quickly and without looking at him she put it on and strapped herself in.

"Ever done this before?" Clint asked mostly to make this awkward silence that had been there for most of the trip to go away.

"Once, put it was without a parachute," Natasha said, Clint gave her an odd look that forced her to explain. "I've fallen from a great distance up but I didn't happen to have a parachute, I had to end up falling in the ocean."

"That seems fun," Clint sarcastically laughed. Natasha just put on a brave face and looked at the place that the aircraft would open and they would jump.

"Opening, now!" the pilot said a little too loudly. The door slowly started to open and the cold air rushed in the bunker. Even through the jacket Clint wore his skin formed goose-bumps within a matter of seconds. Down below he saw what he mostly saw in Russia, just gray and white; although this time he did see a few trees poking out of the fog here and there. And before he could protest Natasha dove out of the bunker and into the gray unknown. Half irritated and half smiling Clint jumped and fell along with her.

Rushing down to the ground he was worried that he might end up too close to the ground before he could pull the cord and let the parachute loose, however if he let it go too far up, the wind could take him anywhere. He close his arms and legs together and shot down like an arrow, fast and straight he broke into the gray fog and that's all he saw around him- fog. It was like he was in a great mass of cloud nothingness. Finally he thought he should pull the cord and he did- and not a moment too soon. As soon as the parachute lifted up it jerked him upwards hastily and his speed soon decreased.

As he broke through the clouds he saw the ground- or what he could see. Most of it was covered by trees and leaves. He was glad he pulled the chord when he did or he wouldn't have had enough time to decrease his speed. Although now he was worried how he was going to get to the ground without hitting any trees; but there was another thing that worried him- where was Natasha? He hadn't seen her since she had jumped and hadn't heard anything from her either. Frantically looking around he saw no evidence that she had landed and that sat like rocks in his stomach. She wouldn't run away- would she? Did her parachute not open? Questions and scenarios swirled in his head as he kept looking on the ground and how it was coming oh so close to him. He finally saw a small opening in the forest and guided his parachute over where just he landed and took off the harness. He looked around again for his comrade.

"Natasha!" he called out. It was stupid and childish but he needed to find her fast. And who was going to hear them in the middle of the forest? "Natasha!" he called again.

"God will you shut up?" he heard a voice behind him and saw Natasha coming towards him.

"Sorry I was just-"

"Worried about me?" She smiled one of her devilish smiles like she had you wrapped around her finger.

"Whatever let's just go," he started.

"Barton!" a voice suddenly called out. It was Fury's coming through the earpiece, Clint had totally forgotten about it.

"Yes sir?" he asked and he stopped with Natasha right behind him.

"The place the agents are being held is an abandoned building just a few miles from where you and Romanoff are located to the west. There you will find the agents, get in and get out. There will be a plane waiting for you just a block away waiting for you guys. Remember, by midnight tonight you need to be on that plane- understood?" he asked.

"Crystal," Clint answered. He quickly looked over his shoulder to Natasha and nodded. They both in sync started running west. Clint had happed to bring the glasses with the targeting system in it, they also happen to have a compass, calculator and a data system that could run faces and tell you if you should basically kill them or not.

While running Clint kept glancing over at Natasha who kept that stone cold face that she had been wearing since the beginning of the day.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" she asked. They weren't running very slow so it took Clint a couple of seconds to find the breath to answer her.

"You've been cold all day. I mean more cold that you usually are. Look if this is about last night I won't bust in when I hear you screaming from a nightmare anymore ok?" Clint breathed out.

"It's not about that," Natasha quickly put an end to Clint's worrying.

"Then what? Have you been here before?" He asked. Belarus was not that far from Russia and he wouldn't be surprised if she had at least come over here once.

"This is where," she started and then stopped. Clint felt a little betrayed by her secretes, he thought they could trust each other by now. He could tell Natasha sense this and she kept going. "This is where I made my first kills," she quickly added.

"Mine was in Rome, Italy." He returned her trusting gesture with one of his own. She looked at him in surprise. "It was such a beautiful city, too pretty to do such an awful thing." He remembered the golden sun that seemed to always be shining there. The streets and buildings were amazing; he even got to tour a bit during his mission there.

They continued to run in silence and after a few minutes they came to a clearing where they saw the old abandoned building from atop the hill. He could automatically tell this is the one they were looking for. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and how many abandon building have a fire going inside unless there were people in there.

Looking at his watch he saw it was already 5:24 pm here. There was time but when Fury said midnight he knew he meant before then. Midnight was the absolute last possible time before they had to pull out.

"There are guards at all the doors, the windows are bolted shut and they have guard dogs roaming around." Natasha quickly informed Clint.

"And how do you know all of this?" he asked.

"I've worked with these type of people before, they're big but not completely stupid." She half smiled.

"Roof then?" he asked and she nodded. Quietly he got out a grappling arrow, on top of the building was a thick pipe that he was going to aim for. Silently he thanked god that they were on higher ground above the warehouse or else this would be a lot more difficult. Standing up he pulled and arrow after placing it with the correct arrow head type, pulling back the string he aimed, and fired. The arrowed whizzed through the air and planted itself right on the middle of the pipe where it's hidden claws popped out and imbedded themselves in the metal of the pipe. Clint got the end on his side and wrapped it around the tree making sure it was tight and secure.

"Here," Clint handed Natasha a small metal handle bar that would allow her to zip down the line just like a zip line.

"What about you?" the question about his made him surprised and yet it gave him confidence that she wouldn't leave him during this mission.

"I got this," he held up his bow. "It's SHIELD made so it's practically indestructible." He smiled, he loved his bow.

Natasha then took the metal handlebars and put them on the wire where she then pushed off the ground and sped down the line until dropping a few feet before the metal pip so she wouldn't hit her face on it. She landed at a fast speed and did a summersault and at the end she popped up unharmed. Clint them himself pushed off a nearby rock and then zipped down the line. The cold air swished past his ears and made them colder than they already were. He waiting a couple of seconds when he passed over the roof- then dropped. When he hit the gravel that covered the roof he handed and slid and managed not to fall down. Standing up he looked around and saw Natasha looking from something in the gravel like she had just lost her keys.

"Um- what exactly are you doing?" Clint asked, she crawled around on her hands and knees.

"Looking for a door, buildings like this always have a trap door that leads inside, they use gravel to cover up the handle to anyone, like us, who wants to get inside that isn't welcomed." She said and she continued searching.

"Natasha- I highly doubt that-" he started and then saw her hand hit something hard. She uncovered it from the gravel and it was a handle. She looked up at him and gave him the best I-told-you-so look ever. She pulled and they both were surprised, and what they saw inside was a ladder that looked like it went down a couple of meters and ended right above a floor.

Natasha was the first to go down, as she descended she was swallowed by the darkness. Clint could barely see her when she reached the bottom, he followed her down. When he jumped down to the floor he came face to face with Natasha.

"Ok now-" he began when his mouth was covered with her hand. His eyes had finally saw her face. She had her index finger against her lips in signal that he should be quiet. He nodded and she removed her hand. She spun around and took his hand and placed it on her back, a common tactic for agents to follow each other in the dark. Almost as one unit they started walking into the darkness, Clint kept his arm out to feel the wall to make sure they wouldn't bump into anything.

They walked down a hall for a while which eventually lead to a stairwell that looked over a large room with doors Clint suspected lead to smaller ones. In the room Clint saw a couple of guards standing guard at a door which he determined the captive agents were being held. Another 5 men walked around the room with large guns in their hands and other slung over their shoulders. He glanced over at Natasha and saw even in the dim lighting that her eyes were wider than normal. She recognized them, she knew who was holding the agents captive. This gave Clint a few conflicting thoughts in his head. Would she take them out like they needed to? Would she turn on Clint and kill him? Too many worries swirled in his head for him to think clearly. He shook his head quickly as if to get the daunting questions out of his head.

When he refocused- Natasha was gone. With his chest suddenly going tight he frantically looked around for his companion. As he scanned the room he look up and saw her hanging by the ceiling. What the actual fuck is she doing? He thought. He didn't even question how she got up there. She could have easily jumped from the stairway railing to the light hanging from the ceiling. From there the rafters were a perfect place to overlook the situation without being noticed. Clint envied that he hadn't thought of it first. The made eye contact and it seemed like they could mind read each other.

Clint slowly pulled out his arrows and readied his bow, him and Natasha still staring at each other. She slightly nodded her head and Clint took aim down below, he had fitted his arrow with an explosive head. He stretch the string back until he had his target in sight. A small table that was in the center of the room. He waited a second or two then… he let it fly. Whizzing through the air it pierced the table in a quick THUD and the men quickly ran over to see what happened. One picked it up while other gathered around it and he pushed the button on his bow that signaled the arrow to destruct, and boy it did. The explosion instantly threw the men backwards and consumed the man holding it in a fiery ball of heat.

As they were distracted Clint jumped from the stairwell at almost the exact time that Natasha fell from the ceiling. He worried for a millisecond about her landing but when he looked over one of the men had managed to stand up and that's when Natasha landed on his shoulders and pushed off with a sick cracking sound that came from the man as she back flipped in the air and finally landed on the ground. He could have stayed there and stared at her all day after that but his mind was snapped back to reality by the grunting of the men getting up and running towards him. They were too close to pull a proper arrow so Clint quickly pulled a gun from his leg holster and shot twice at the big meaty men running at him. The both fell to the floor, but they weren't dead- just temporarily injured. Clint had about 30 seconds to get the guards by the door before he was bombarded again.

Quickly looking over his shoulder he saw Natasha fighting the big bear of a man and was clearly winning. He silently smirked as he pulled the same kind of arrow that he had used on Natasha, one that would send a huge electrical pulse through the victim's body. In one swift movement he pulled, loaded and shot the arrow at one of the guards. It planted itself on his shoulder and the room was filled with a sound that sounded like a light blowing out- the guard yelled and slumped to the floor.

The other abandoned his post at the door and ran towards Clint. For people who captured SHIELD agents these guys are pretty stupid. Clint remarked in his head. This didn't sit right with him, they were too eager and only 5 people guarding SHIELD agents? It seemed to careless. But he didn't have time to duel on that fact as he was forced to go hand to hand with the second guardsman.

As the man came to Clint, he managed to get his gun off of him and kick it across the room. As they fought, Clint pulled his gun and tried to shoot him; managing to get one shot in his leg. The guard yelled out but didn't stop fighting, yes he was slower and wasn't able to move a lot but he was furious. During the fight Clint caught glimpses of the man's face- and he wasn't expecting what he saw. The man pulled a small knife he had hidden on his person. Blocking the knife by grabbing the man's arm Clint got a good look at his face and was taken aback by the red eyes that stared back at him. Everything that would have made an eye an eye was blood red.

"What the hell," Clint breathed.

"Ask your new partner, she'll tell you." He sneered. He's accent was Russian, had Natasha been involved them? He gritted his teeth at the thought, the couple of seconds that the guard was distracted Clint took the opportunity and thrust the knife to the side away from him and it landed in the red eyed man's side. Clint was stupid to think the man would go down that fast. Instead of falling in pain as Clint had suspected he roared with a yell and punched Clint in the face and made him fall to the floor on his back.

"Hawkeye!" Natasha yelled, as Clint jumped up he remembered the two injured guards on the floor and took care of them finally with two shots in the chest each. Their cursing in Russian stopped and the floor slowly turned red from the blood now leaking from them.

When he looked up he saw something that he never thought was possible. The red eyed man clutched Natasha around the neck with a gun to her head. To their left was the body of the man Natasha had been fighting earlier lying on the ground- not making a sound; Clint didn't even see him breathing. Looking back up at the problem at hand Clint dared not move.

"So you take her away and turned her into one of you?" he spat. Natasha had her hands around his arm trying to keep it from crushing her throat.

"That's what you stupid Americans think! You think you're the scariest thing that there is in the world, that nothing can touch you." He angrily shouted. "You're in for a rude awakening." Clint kept his eyes glued to Natasha the entire time. As the man stopped talking and tightened his hold on her, Natasha slightly nodded her head and Clint sprung into action.

In what seemed like minutes but in reality seconds Clint quickly drew an arrow placed it in his bow and shot. The arrow soared through the air barely missing Natasha's face and planting itself into the man's shoulder. As it pierced his skin and started sinking into his muscle- Natasha slipped out of his loosened grip and ran over to fight beside Clint.

"Ask her, Clint Barton…" the man grunted as he pulled the arrow out of his shoulder. A shiver ran up Clint's spine as the man (who had no way of knowing) said his name. "Is she really loyal to you? Or does the past follow her?" he smiled devilishly. The man suddenly threw Natasha to Clint and dashed away, and to make it even more difficult for him the man threw a bomb that prevent the agents from capturing him.

"Dammit," Clint muttered while gritting his teeth. He turned to Natasha who was frozen in her place. "Common- let's get the agents." He said jogging over to the door.

While accounting for all the agents, calling Fury and getting on the plane, Clint noticed Natasha was obviously shaken by what happened. He didn't know if it was from having the gun to her head or what the man had said. He decided now wasn't the time for pushing her with question so he didn't. All the way back to SHIELD headquarters they sat in silence between each other even though the plane was crowded with people.