I use google translate for translation so if you actually speak Russian forgive me.

October 21st 1994

Natasha landed her parachute expertly. The mission as she knew it was simple, infiltrate and destroy a red room building. But more often than not things turned on a dime and she had a sense that SHEILD was lying to her. So blonde haired and blue eyed she headed for the city.

Clint left Bella with Taylor and left Marilyn's home a voice message saying what he was doing. Suiting up and flying to Budapest per Natasha's request. The fact is SHEILD has a habit of not lying to their agents but distorting information, being very vague about what they're walking into. Normally they do this with what they consider "expendable" agents. No one's life is expandable, and the Black Widow and Hawkeye rarely found themselves in this situation but here he was stealing a jet, leaving his daughter and a woman carrying his child whom he'd just met. As he flew away from the SHEILD base he was surprised by the lack of agents radioing or shooting at him. Something big must have been happening, but did the agents halfway across the globe know about it? The radio in the jet beeped

"Barton, its Morse."

Clint sighed "What?" he snapped. Bobbi tried to be friendly with him and Natasha but Clint never bought it and Natasha could care less about her.

"Tell me you're not going after Natasha in Budapest!" she screeched

"I will do what I want when it involves Nat and SHEILD being shady." He stated, becoming more and more annoyed with this conversation.

"Clint nobody knows what is going on, YOU CAN'T JUST FLY OFF TO INSTANBUL!" her voice becoming shriller, Clint wondered for a moment why they were together. But she was different 5 years ago.

"Yes I can." He said

"CLINT NO."

"Bye bye Bobbi." He said, she made a noise of objection before he silenced the radio. No one could stop him from going after Natasha, everyone knew it was stupid to try.

Natasha stood at the edge of the buildings parking lot. The area was dimly let by the streetlamps, the orange glow reflected off the buildings windows. The lot was empty, and all lights were off in the building aside from a few on the top floor. Natasha brushed a blonde curl out of her face. Why SHEILD thought changing eye and hair color was a valid disguise she didn't know, if the red room was here they would recognize her, and no matter what any note said they would kill her. Natasha had no reason to believe they wanted her alive and she knew for a fact Ivan Petrovitch was a liar. The Black Widow now realized she shouldn't have called in her partner. It was obvious there was just too much to lose. Unfortunately she had complete faith that he'd left as soon as she'd contacted him, which meant that she'd dragged the man she loved into a death trap and away from his daughter. Another reason to hate herself, fantastic. Natasha made sure all of her weapons were in order. Before carefully circling around the parking lot and building she stopped in her tracks.

Several wires were running along the side of the building and around the corner, Natasha frowned, trouble was never far where she was concerned.

However trouble came in the form of a shaking teenage girl with dark hair, gaunt eyes and hollow cheeks with her finger on a button.

"Для Ивана, так и для России (For Ivan, and for Russia.)" she stuttered.

Natasha barely had time to turn and throw her arms above her head before she felt the ground shake, then darkness.

4 Hours Later

A fast as a jet could go, one can only get halfway across the planet so fast. Clint had tried listening in on all radio frequencies, but he was cut off. Whoever was in charge of communication was smart enough to know Clint wasn't going to turn around and malicious enough to keep him in the dark.

That or everyone was freaking the fuck out over something and Clint just didn't know.

The latter was more likely.

He tried calling Natasha, then the plane she had been on. Either they were MIA or instructed not to talk to him. Clint had tried Bobbi, she'd answered told him to turn around then hung up.

Flying without a co-pilot made him uneasy. Although he was almost always uneasy, he didn't want to think about what he would do if something went wrong. At the moment he wasn't worrying about Natasha or why she was so worried she needed him in Budapest. If he wanted to help her, Clint would have to keep himself alive.

Budapest

Natasha stirred, she was cuffed in a steel chair, which was attached to the floor. Natasha could taste blood in her mouth and red hot pain in her head, neck and chest. She looked down, wincing. She was covered in blood, whether or not it was her own, Natasha couldn't tell, but she didn't feel like she was bleeding.

Her mind jumped to the teenager, she had to be part of the red room. After the explosion, she had to be dead. Another innocent girl turned into a murdered by a monster, then sacrificing her life for him, age old story of the red room. Natasha groaned as she tried to wiggle her arms and legs. The cuffs digging into her skin. The door swung open, whoever walked in remained hidden in the shadows out of Natasha's sight.

"Who are you?!" she called out, her voice was hoarse, huskier than usual.

A man walked into the light coming from a window, Natasha glanced outside, pitch black. "Natalia Romanova." He said, making his way over to her.

"I hope you don't mind, we too out the contacts. They were a hazard to your eyes. And why hide? Few have emeralds like yours."

Natasha studied him, he couldn't be important to the red room he was overseeing suicide bombings in Istanbul and she didn't recognize him, another reason he was unimportant.

"You're one of Ivan's guard dogs? I'd assume." Her voice hitched with the pain she was in, he crouched in front of her

"One of Ivan's pet project's? The Natalia Romanova, the Black Widow. Infamous assassin, no one's encountered her and lived to tell the tale has sided with America. I'd assume." He spat, his accent was thick. It wasn't Russian, German maybe.

"Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Agent of SHEILD, I'm no one's pet project. I was Ivan's weapon." Natasha replied, doing her best to keep her voice steady, to stay calm. The man stood back up

"There's truth in that, can't deny. However we want nothing to do with you anymore. We were hoping we'd have easier access to your daughter without luring SHEILD all the way out here, but that's not happening, is it? No we'll just have to get the parents out of the way. Maybe target your house where your daughter is staying, your partner's jet, your jet. What we would give for a Romanova."

He leaned in closer to Natasha's face.

"You know who we'd kill for your daughter, don't you? We'd kill for all our girls. Just like they'd die for us."

His face was inches from hers, Natasha kept stoic, he raised his eyebrows. She head-butted him. He reeled back them backhanded her across the face.

"Was that a crack I heard?" she asked, turning back to him, blood beginning to ooze out of the cut a ring in his hand had made. His cheeks and neck were beet red. He hit her again. This time Natasha let out a cry of pain.

"Be quiet!" he shouted, turning on his heel, stalking out the door. Natasha spat blood onto the floor. And laid her head back onto the chair, wondering where the hell Clint was.

Clint stumbled from the wreckage of the jet. He was more angry then hurt, evidently landing without a co-pilot was harder for someone inexperienced with flying like him. The archer notched an arrow, at least he'd made it to the edge of the city. Clint cringed at how much damage he would have to pay for. As he made his way toward the city, smoke rising from the woods behind him caught his attention, it wasn't from his jet so it could be Natasha's. Instantly Clint started sprinting. Unfortunately it was a SHEILD jet, but once he got closer he realized it was empty. Clint scanned the woods, they were void of anyone or anything. He turned back to the city, unfortunately he couldn't afford to search for an agent while Natasha was out there. He took a final look back at the wreckage before racing back into Budapest.

Hill couldn't recall the last time Fury was this angry. One agent and a pilot were MIA, Clint had gone full reckless, and a 3 year old and a 27 year old surrogate mother were in protective custody. Nothing about this situation was new only that it was all happening at once to the same family. It might have been easier is Barton was here, but he wasn't. Fury had never wanted to punch the man more. Anger, violence was his way of expression affection towards the agents, he'll get angry at them when they almost die so that they'll try harder to stay alive next time. This instills survival instincts and fear of Fury among the agents, only Barton is reckless and Romanoff is bar far the bravest person he's met. Making them members of the minority of agents who are selfless and not afraid of their director. Coulson, Hill and May are the other agents. Marilyn just doesn't give a shit about what Fury has to say. Fury hunched over his desk

"Hill, you Coulson and May will fly to Budapest."

She nodded "What about Morse? She'll want to be involved."

Fury frowned "Don't tell her and send her here I have a mission for her anyway."

Maria nodded and skirted out of the room.

Fury wasn't sure how Natasha's Budapest mission would pan out, but he didn't anticipate this much of a mess.

Natasha had fallen asleep in the chair, she felt as though she'd been awake for days, and the pain wasn't helping. The man still hadn't returned, she was expecting torture then being taken back to Russia where they would likely prosecute her for treason. Now Izabella crossed her mind, what was happening to her daughter? Where was Taylor? Where was her pilot? Where was Clint? Natasha pushed against the bonds on her wrist and ankles. Had the chair not been steel or fused to the floor she would have been out within minutes of waking up in it. Unfortunately her advisory knew her, he knew her all too well. Natasha took a breath and attempted to yank her wrist through the cuff. She grimaced, trying to stay silent. She blew some stray hair out of her face and tried again. As he let the cuff slid back down her arm she heard gunshots outside. Natasha's eyes shot up to the one window and door, hopeful it was Clint being shot at, how he found her Natasha couldn't guess. She kept her eyes on the door as silence fell again outside, reloading? Cease fire? Had whomever hit their target? She tried to loosen the cuffs around her ankles, to no avail. She heard something hit the door, a smile spread across her face. She was familiar with Clint's fighting style, he tended to be overdramatic.

The door blew open, pieces of it scattered the floor.

"Tasha?!" Clint yelled, he sounded frantic. For a moment she debated not answering just to surprising him by being here and alive, she quickly thought better of it

"I'm alive." She rasped, Clint ran over to her and immediately started working on the cuffs. He glanced at the blood covering her body

"Is this yours?!"

"Natasha shrugged "I don't think so…" Clint, paused to gaze up at her, confused and irritated. She smirked at him as he rolled his eyes and moved to un cuff her hands. As soon as she was free, Natasha pulled Clint into bone crushing, she felt something on the back of his neck. She pulled her hand back

"Is this blood yours?!" she question. Clint touched the back of his neck

"It's just a graze, I'll be fine." Natasha put an arm around his shoulders, using him for support as they walked out of the room.

"Yes, just a graze on my neck. Not like there's anything important there like a spinal cord, corroded artery of windpipe."

Clint didn't respond, instead he handed her a loaded gun, taking one in his own hands.

"How did you find me?" she whispered as they crept through the city.

"I found a destroyed building them look across the street."

Natasha turned her head behind them, she'd failed to notice the building that had nearly collapsed on top of her was a block away.

"Oh." She said.

Clint looked around "Yeah, it seems quiet. The guys who were shooting at me turned and ran. They must have been called off."

Natasha frowned "Guys were shooting at you? Normally the red room enlists girls to do their more violent work."

Clint shook his head, "Men, I'm sure. Let's just get out of here. No one understands what's going on this was mean to be an infiltrate and destroy mission in the states for Morse then it turned into get blown up in Budapest. Our jet's in the forest just outside the city."

Natasha frowned "What about mine?"

"Nat, I found your jet. But there was no one in it. And I looked into the surrounding buildings before engaging the guards. I don't know what's happening, I want out of here."

Natasha huffed "I doubt it will be that simple. For example, where's your jet Clint."

They both raised their guns.

"Shit." He mumbled "This just got a lot more complicated."

"Do you think Fury is sending backup?" Natasha whispered, she moved to be back to back with Clint.

"Maybe. This is a mess."

A bullet whizzed past Natasha's head, she grabbed Clint and ducked behind a tree. More bullets hit the trees and ground around them. Natasha turned towards the city, she held onto to Clint for support and started running. Neither of them looked back at their assailants, they felt more bullets hit the ground around them.

"Clint they're not trying to kill us!" Natasha yelled, turning for a moment to shoot behind her. Clint fired behind them

"Is that good or bad?!"

The two of them ducked behind a building.

"I'm almost out of ammo." Natasha said, her voice was clear. She was no longer thinking like Natasha, now it's the black widow.

"I'm not, take my gun. I'll use my bow, are you okay without support?"

Natasha nodded and took Clint's gun.

"Any other magazines?" she asked, while unloading and loading the gun.

"No I normally don't use my gun. What's the plan!" he yelled over the return of the gunfire."

"Get out of here, find a gun, and call SHIELD. In no particular order." Natasha said, poking out from behind the building, shooting one of their attackers in the head. Clint turned and did he same.

"Are these red rooms' guys. I don't understand why…" he trailed off as a grenade rolled up beside him. He threw himself over Natasha and pushed them both as far as they could away. The sound of the grenade so close to them was deafening.

"Are you hurt!?" Natasha screamed. Clint scrambled to his feet

"What?!" she picked up her gun and began shooting only to find they'd ran while the two of them were distracted by the grenade. Natasha frantically scanned the area and rooftops around them, her blood pounding in her ears. Clint grabbed her hand as the two of them started to run for better cover, beginning to wonder if anyone was coming.

It didn't take long for Hill, May and Coulson to realize the SHIELD jet they'd tracked into the air over Budapest wasn't their agents. Considering it began shooting at them, after countless orders and pleas for them to stand down the three of them were stranded in a wrecked jet outside of Budapest, which would have been fine if they were on the side of the city where Natasha had been dropped. But they weren't. Maria stared at the city. It wasn't very lit for the time of night but it would be. The sun would start to rise in a few hours. Making this far more complicated, and add in the civilian factor. She turned to Coulson and May

"Let's get this over with."

"We don't know that they're even still in the city." May said while taking the safety off her gun.

Coulson loosened his tie "We don't know that they're not."

Taylor had been coloring with Bella for hours. The toddler refused to go to sleep. She knew that being inside SHIELD meant something bad was happening to her parents. Taylor had tried convincing her to go to sleep, tried bribing her, she had also tried explaining to her that her parents would be coming back.

"My mommy and daddy said that when they go sometimes they might not come home. But daddy say's they're like superheroes. Like the batman cartons my friend Ryan watches. My dad say's my mom is like Batman and he's Robin."

Taylor watched the little girl scribble colors onto the page.

"Do you think you could be a superhero?"

Bella smiled

"I wanna be cat woman. I like her suit." Taylor smiled

"You'd be an excellent cat woman."

Clint kicked down the door into a warehouse. They were faced with several very confused and afraid workers. Natasha frowned and backed out of the building pulling Clint with her. One of the workers ran after them yelling something unintelligible in a language she didn't care to try and decipher. She turned around and flipped him off.

"That's universal." She muttered.

They ducked into an alleyway

"Do you think they've left us alone?" she asked.

Clint shook his head

"Probably not. We can hope." He said, checking his arrows. "I'm running low."

Natasha slid down the wall "We need more guns. Considering people keep trying to blow us up."

Clint gazed up at the sky

"The sun's gonna start to rise soon."

Natasha huffed "Civilians, they're probably starting to wake up. Like our friends in the warehouse over there."

Clint took the tip off one of his explosive arrows and one of the electric ones.

"How many bullets do you have left?"

Natasha checked her gun

"None." She deadpanned

"Shit, why'd the red room guy have to take your guns?" Natasha raised her eyebrows

"I hope that was rhetorical." He flashed a smile "It was. How do we call SHIELD, my radio is out and my jet is gone."

Natasha sighed "How'd they even take it. It's not that easy to fly one of those."

Clint shrugged and slipped his arrows back into the quiver

"An experienced pilot could figure it out."

Natasha played with a pebble on the ground. She looked up at Clint.

"Do you think we're gonna make it back?" her voice had gone hollow, the raspy-ness was fading. As was her physical pain. But that could just be the adrenaline.

"Yeah Nat, we always do." Natasha tossed the stone down the alley

"We've had our close call's Clint, one day we'll day."

He notched an arrow into his bow.

"That day is not today."

Hill, Coulson and May crept through the city, keeping their guns out in front of them. Light were beginning to turn on in homes. Sounds of people starting their day surrounded them. The three of them reached the center of the city, looking for any sign of their agents.

"We need a bird's eye view. May get to the top of one of these building. You have binoculars with you right?"

She nodded and took off

"I'll go to the east, you go west. We'll meet at the south side of the city. At the edge?"

Coulson nodded "Where Natasha is supposed to be."

Clint and Natasha wove through the alleyways of Budapest to the other end of the city. Hoping someone or something useful might be waiting on the other side. They allowed the possibilities that who'd they'd determined to be the red room had ceased trying to kill them for the moment. Of course the very moment they consider safety, someone shoots Natasha in the thigh.

Hey, I hope this wasn't terrible. Apologies but last year shitty things kept happening to me and my family and friends so I had shitty things to deal with and everything sucked for a bit but I'm moving on it's a better time now. I got a dog a few months ago and its awesome, and I'm moving from this tiny ass town a live in to a big important city for the rest of high school (grades 11 and 12) and im only going back on occasion to visit my dad and my four friends but I'm back.