A/N: Hey guys, really sorry I haven't posted in a long time, its been really busy. So here is chapter 12! And please read the bottom, i have a important note there.
Please review! (this story has gotten no reviews and that makes me sad...) :(
P.S. I don't remember if i ever put a disclaimer on here, so here ya go
Clint/Natasha/Coulson: She owns NOTHING!
Clint: She wishes though..
Me: Ya, i know.
Agent Seabass: She owns me though!
Me: Yes, i do. Now, ladies and gentlemen, back to the story...
(Dramatic bow, and the lights go off...)
The house above ground was pretty empty, considering the agents that could be held underneath. All the rooms were cleared by Clint and Natasha, bows and guns draw, ready to fire. "Clear!" Clint shouted, as he went through the front rooms of the house. Natasha came to the front, and motioned him to follow her to the back of the house.
Entrance back here, trapdoor. Natasha signed, and led him to the guest bedroom. Underneath a fold-up bed, was a large metal trapdoor.
Clint nodded and slowly opened the trapdoor. He looked at Natasha and signed, did it make noise? Natasha shook her head, and they slid down the ladder.
With both of their weapons drawn, the assassins slowly and quietly walked down the small, dimly lit hallway. Or, at least Natasha was quiet. Clint couldn't hear anything, so he didn't know he was making noise when he walked. She tried to motion him to be quiet, but it didn't work,
While they walked, Natasha saw cells and cells of HYDRA prisoners, but none of them SHIELD agents. She guessed if they took that many SHIELD agents, they would need a big holding area, and in typical buildings, the bigger rooms are in the back.
She was just about to turn around the corner when she heard a gunshot ring out and echo down the halls. She turned to see Clint, wide-eyed, gripping his gun with white knuckles, pointing at an object Natasha couldn't see.
Natasha could tell that Clint was freaking out, so she slowly walked around him, trying not to surprise him. When she came into his vision, he quickly pointed the gun at her, but put it down when he realized it was her.
What happened? Natasha signed.
Guy sneaking up on us. Couldn't hear him, panicked and shot him. Sorry. He signed back, and smiled sheepishly.
Natasha was about to sign back, when all of a sudden, HYDRA agents flowed in from the two entrances, blocking their escape. Natasha drew her guns, and Clint put his gun away and drew out his bow, both took fighting stances, ready to fight.
Since they had already made their presence known, Clint took two explosive arrows, fired one at one end of the hallway, and the other end, making a deafening noise in the small hallway that Clint couldn't hear.
This held the agents off for a few seconds, making a couple hit the wall, but as soon as the smoke cleared, they were charging again.
Natasha shot two agents heading towards her, then kicked her leg back, hitting an agent in the gut that was trying to sneak up on her, then spinning and shooting him in the head. An large HYDRA goon jumped on her back, making her lose her balance and start to fall forward, in which she used that to roll with the man still on her, making him hit the ground with a thud. His massive arms that were around her released, and she elbowed him in the gut, rolling off him then shooting him point blank. She was about to turn around to fight another when a punch to the jaw cut her off. She hit the ground, slightly dazed, but rolled to the side in time to see a foot come crashing down where she once was. She growled and kicked out, catching the man who tried to stomp her in the back of the knee, where he fell to the floor clutching his knee. She shot him and went to fighting more HYDRA agents.
Clint, who normally was very advanced at hand-to-hand combat, was struggling in this fight. He couldn't hear the agents coming up and fighting him, letting them land a couple good punches before he finally knew they were there. He fired an arrow at the guy who was sneaking up on Natasha with a knife, catching him in the chest. He then quickly spun around and smacked a guy across the face with his bow. He didn't know how he did it, but when there was a bad guy near him, he almost felt as he could sense them standing there. He didn't know how it was happening, but whatever it was, it was sure helpful.
Ten minutes into the fight, the HYDRA agents didn't seem to slow down, but Clint and Natasha sure were. Natasha was frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this alive. She punched a guy in the face when she thought of the idea. Her guns had already run out of bullets, so they were in their thigh holsters, and she was using her fists. After finishing hitting a guy, she suddenly dropped her hands, suffering through a couple more punches, than being grabbed and her hands forced behind her back.
Clint almost screamed when he saw Natasha stop fighting. What was she doing? He saw the guards pull her arms behind her back, pinning them together, as he continued to fight the guys he was dealing with. His eyes met with Natasha for a split second, and just by the way she looked at him, he knew she had a plan. Clint sighed.
A guard said something to the guards fighting Clint, but he couldn't understand them. Trying to go along with Natasha, he stopped fighting and allowed the guards to take him by Natasha, who were then dragged to a dark cell in the back.
The two were roughly thrown in the cell, each hitting with a thump on the hard concrete. Natasha stood up and helped Clint stand up, trying to communicate with him, but it was too dark in the large cell. She would have to rely on physical contact.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, and walked forward into the cell.
"Anyone here?" Natasha called out, peering into the darkness.
"Romanoff?" A voice called out in surprise.
"Coulson?" Natasha returned equally surprised.
Natasha walked towards the voice, Clint by her side, until she reached Coulson. She felt the bonds that kept him to the chair, and after feeling them for a minute, she got them undone.
Coulson rubbed feeling back into his wrists. "Is Barton with you?" He asked, and after Natasha tapped Clint, Clint put his hand on Coulson's shoulder.
"He's, uh, kind of deaf right now. The explosion, he was nearby, and he can't hear anymore." Natasha explained, trying to look at Clint through the darkness.
Coulson mumbled an understanding, then started to move backwards into the darkness.
"What are you doing, sir?" Natasha asked, as she sat Barton down on the chair Coulson was tied to and followed her handler into the inky black.
"The rest of the agents are here also, we have to untie them, so we may have a chance to escape." Coulson replied, squatting down and untied an agent from one of the chairs. Natasha walked over and did the same.
"Thank you." The agent who Natasha untied said, stretching feeling back into his arms and legs.
"Agent Seabass? Are you here again?" Natasha asked, as she stopped and heard the familiar voice.
"Black Widow? You're here too? How do I always get in missions with you that always go wrong?" He said. "N-not that you're the cause of this, ma'am, I just-I need, I-I am just going to shut up now." Agent Seabass stuttered, and a smile tugged on Natasha's face at the flustered agent.
A couple minutes later, all the SHIELD agents were untied, and gathered by Coulson's chair, which was now occupied by Clint, the closest one to the door.
"Ok," Natasha started, "I have a plan and it just might work-" She said, before she was cut off by the cell door bursting open and light flooding in, making everyone blink at the brightness of it.
A HYDRA agent, followed by seven other agents burst through the door. They grabbed the nearest SHIELD agent, and placed a gun at his temple. Agent Seabass mentally groaned and reminded himself to try not to get on missions with the Black Widow, as he was the agent the HYDRA thugs grabbed. He stiffened under the cool metal as the man made demands.
"We need agents." The HYDRA agent spoke in a heavily accented english.
"You." He said, pointing to Coulson, and two guards came up and grabbed his arms.
"You." He pointed at Clint, who was watching in amazement before being hauled up into a standing position from his chair.
"And her." He finished, pointing to Natasha , who spat at the guards when the tried to grab her arms, and that earned her a slap across the face. It stung, but she showed no emotion.
The guards dragged their three prisoners out of the cell, shutting the door, and leaving the rest of the SHIELD agents alone once again in the dark cell.
A/N: thanks for reading guys, please review, and I'll try to get the next chapter uploaded as fast as I can. You know, the more reviews, the faster i might update... (hint hint hint)
Also important thing: If you do review, great for you I'm so happy. But the thing is, it would be greatly apperciated if you wouldn't swear. As you've noticed in my story, I don't swear, so it would be great if you guys didn't either, just for. Go swear up a storm somewhere else, i don't care, just please if you review on here, or any of my stories, please don't swear. I don't mind negative reviews, by all means, i'll take almost anything at this point, just please don't swear. Thanks!
-avengersashley