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Kruger's first mistake that day was leaving his donut out on the counter; his assistant had wandered by and had consumed it without second thought. It was his favorite too- jelly filled glaze. His second mistake that day was pointing a gun at Natasha Romanoff while she was in close proximity.

Getting no answer, Kruger said, " I repeat, why have you and your partner been follow-" while he was still talking, Natasha had moved up next to him and had indulged herself by removing him from his weapon whilst kicking him in the stomach.

" How the h*ll did you know we were following you?" Kruger was not inclined to respond, a result of his recently emptied lungs. Still getting no response, Natasha hoisted him off the ground and pressed a knife to his neck.

" Mole… in S.H.I.E.L.D….told us," he gasped. The thought of a premature demise does, occasionally, loosen tongues.

" There's a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D?" Natasha asked. Kruger nodded. Before she could question him further however, he reach down to his wrist and pressed a button on his watch. Suddenly, an explosion shook the floor. Natasha could feel the foundations shaking. Looking through the window, Natasha saw that the building adjacent to them had exploded. All that remained was a mountain of rubble. That was the building Clint was on.

" Clint!" Natasha screamed as she ran to the window, leaving Kruger.

Through her comm she heard nothing but static. She watched helplessly as the remainder of the building crumbled. There was no way he could have survived that. Natasha turned back to Kruger, who now possessed his gun. It was aimed at her. He was more than her mission now. He was Clint's revenge. Natasha dove as he pulled the trigger, pulling out another knife. Needless to say, he missed. Before he could shoot she had thrown it at his shoulder with deadly accuracy. She had purposely not killed him as to cause him as much pain as she felt. Though he would never, in the short remainder of his life, ever feel the pain Natasha felt. Nothing was stronger than love, but nothing could hurt as much as love. She had fallen in love with Clint Barton. She had been compromised. Kruger had brought out the true Black Widow.

" Who is the mole?" she growled.

Kruger coughed, " Her name is…"

" Who is it?" Natasha took one of her guns and shot him in the leg.

Screaming, Kruger said the name, " Hilary Tamass," as a reward for his cooperation, Natasha shot him in the heart, but not before stabbing him in the stomach. Wiping the blood off her hands and retrieving her knives, Natasha stalked out of the room.

" Romanoff, check in, the comms went off, but we just got them back up again," Coulson said, unaware of the recent events.

" Kruger is dead. There is a mole in S.H.I.E.L.D, her name is Hilary Tamass. The building Clint was on exploded, his comm is off." Natasha was on autopilot.

" I'm sending a search team right now, we'll meet at the rendezvous point." Coulson said. Natasha however, had different plans.

Coughing, Natasha progressed through the rubble.

" Romanoff! Where are you?" Coulson said, after Natasha had been searching for 10 minutes.

" Finding Barton. And when I do I'm going to kick his *ss for doing this to me," Natasha muttered.

Coulson, realizing that Natasha would not leave Germany without Clint, decided to change the rendezvous point wherever she was." We're on our way,"

Natasha searched for another 10 minutes before Coulson arrived.

" Natasha, you need to get back to base," He said, though it was soon apparent that Natasha was not listening to him anymore.

" Coulson, I am looking for my boy- partner," Natasha stopped herself from saying boyfriend, though he didn't seem to notice, " and I have absolutely no intention of leaving Germany until he is found. I don't give d*mn what the council is going to say, I am NOT going anywhere until I have found my dumb*ss partner, who decided to do THIS to me." Natasha was on a rampage.

Coulson was only half listening to what Natasha was saying as he was simultaneously listening to Fury through his comm. The ability to listen to 2 people at once was a necessity he had developed after 7 years of being Clint and Natasha's handler "Natasha, go back to base, that's a direct order from Fury." Coulson said," Don't worry, we will find him,"

But Natasha did worry. The whole flight back she didn't sleep a bit, despite the fact that she was sleep deprived. D*mmit Clint don't do this to me, you're not allowed to. I will find you and kick your *ss for doing this to me. You are NOT allowed to f*cking disappear on me like this.

" How was the mission?" Steve asked as Natasha walked into he tower. Natasha glared at him in response.

" My f*cking boyfriend was on a building that exploded and they haven't found him yet. No, Steve, the god*mned mission did not go well," Natasha snapped. She knew it wasn't Steve's fault for the explosion, but she was so angry and hurt and worried that she didn't even know the difference anymore. She needed to yell.

" I'm sure they'll find him," Steve comforted. all the swearing seemed to make him uncomfortable. Natasha walked to her room, eyes not looking anywhere. It had been 12 hours… 12 hours... And they had not found him.

That night, Clint's absence was everywhere. No one to spar with… no one to prank Tony with… and most importantly, no one to help with her nightmares.

She was on a mission for the red room. This one led her to America. Her target was Zackary Mcgroom, he was the heir to a major trading business with Russia. But rumor had it he had different plans; he was going to expose Russia's illegal importing and exporting business. Currently, he worked at a bank in New York. He was 21 years old, and recently single. She could feel the plane touch down with a bump. The moment she stepped out of the airport, her senses were assaulted. That fried food smell, gas, cigarette smoke, sirens wailing, car horns blowing, people yelling, the general buzz of life; a metropolitan city.

" Taxi!" she called.

" Where would you like to go?" The taxi driver asked.

" The Ritz Carlton on 2 West Street," she rarely stayed at a hotel less than 4 stars. The driver nodded in response. A bonus was that Mcgroom had been kicked out of his apartment by his recently exed-girlfriend, so he was staying in the room across the hall that she was in. Being the heir to a successful business had its perks.

After a luxurious night at the Ritz, she was now at breakfast. Mcgroom was sitting at 2 tables down. She could smell his cologne from here. She could also smell his shampoo and hear him chew his pancakes. Courtesy of her enhancers. She waited until he went back up to his room. Slipping unnoticed into an employees only room, she made her way to the maids' room. She found a maid outfit and proceeded to dawn it. The soft material brushed against her skin. Next, she grabbed a cart and made for the elevator. Once she reached Mcgroom's floor, she got off. The elevator abruptly stopped, causing it to jerk.

" Room service," she called.

" Come in, I'm just about to leave," his muffled voice carried through the doorway. She took keys and unlocked his door. With his back turned, she took out her gun. The metal was cool in her hand. Routinely, she clicked the safety off. The click caused him to turn around. She hesitated. In that hesitation, Mcgroom had bounded up next to her and kicked the gun from her grasp. D*mn Intel, they failed to mention that minor detail of him being a skilled fighter. Her trainers; voices rung in her ears "Never underestimate your opponent". As it turned out, they purposely didn't tell her about his fighting skills.

He aimed a punch at her head, but she ducked. She could hear his fist whistle past her ear. She kicked his knee, causing him to stumble. In retaliation, he punched her in the stomach. She could feel his fist collide with her stomach. There was going to be a bruise there. Now up on his feet, he pulled her arm backward, nearly breaking it. She could feel her arm snap as he continued to push it. If he thought that could deter her, he thought wrong. She fell to the ground, kicking his feet from under him. She took out a knife and carelessly threw it at him; it embedded itself in his heart. Tearing off the maid's outfit, she walked out of the room, cradling her broken arm. She knew she could not favor her good arm in any way when she arrived back at the red room.

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