Melody POV
Chapter 10
I grabbed the mission folder from Clint and nodded to him before going and sitting in a chair on the quinjet. We were to go to Peru and retrieve a heavily guarded file that a rouge part of SHEILD had taken. It was highly classified information now that I think about it. All well.
"What are you thinking about?" Clint asked as he sat next to me while fiddling with one of his arrows which I was not surprised about.
"Just about what this file could hold. Launch codes? Nick Fury's private life?" Clint and I chuckled a little on the last one and nodded.
"I think you're worried about Steve." He said and bumped my shoulder.
"I am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"If you two don't quiet down back there I will throw you out of this quinjet and make you swim to your mission!" Brock Rumlow yelled from the front of the quinjet where he was piloting towards Peru.
"Can you even do that?" Clint, the ever so idiot, asked confused.
"Yes, I can. Fury gave me permission." He sounded so smug I wanted to go up and smack that little coy ass smirk off his face.
Hours later we were at the safe house and going over our plans to get into the warehouse where the file was being stored.
"All of the entrances are going to be heavily guarded. I want you on top of that hill" I pointed to a hill that was a ways away to where no one would see him, "And I'll go through the air ventilators while you take out as many as you can with the sniper. Once you've got that done I want you to meet me here," I pointed to a stair well on another paper of the blue-prints. "We go in complete opposite directions, you cover north and west, I cover south and east corners. Got it?" He nodded and we headed out. I just wanted to get this mission done with. I scaled my way up the 4-story outside building silently and knocked out the guards up there. I ripped the air cover off the vent and snuck through the vents to the place I was meant to meet Clint. I dropped out of the ceiling just to have an arrow pointed at my eye.
I rolled my eyes as he put down the bow. "Remember the plan?" He nodded. "Good, stay on comms. If something happens to you then Natasha will kill me."
He smiled a little then kissed the top of my head before leaving. I was confused at the action. His action was just like something Bucky would do- well the real Bucky- but still.
Twenty floors underground later I was walking down a fairly lit hallway and I finally kicked a door open. This was too easy. I saw the file sitting right on top of a laboratory table. I cautiously walked over to it and set my shield down to pick up the file. I felt a presence behind me and I quickly got my gun from my hip holster before aiming it at the person. That person- more like creature- was Brock Rumlow.
"What the hell are you doing here, Rumlow?" I asked slightly confused as I pointed the gun towards his feet.
"I'm really sorry about this, Barnes. I wish there could be another way- I really do." Then I was stuck in the neck with a needle and something was injected in me which made me feel drowsy.
"What the hell, Rumlow?" I slowly said as I lost consciousness before finally just seeing black.
