The war between the Assassins and Templars begun with the death of Abel at the hands of his brother, Cain, and the aftermath of the Human-Isu War. Today, the Templars work under the disguise of Abstergo Industries while the Assassins struggle to survive on the fringes of society. However, the two factions have never been exempt from producing star-crossed lovers who believe they can influence the war to end…

Chapter One: Nothing Is True

"Uphold the principles of the Brotherhood. Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. Hide in plain sight, be one with the crowd. Never compromise the Brotherhood. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted," the hooded man recited as he made his way through the crowd, looking for his target. Nobody paid attention to him, despite the fact he had his black hood up and was dressed in black in general.

He spotted a flash of red hair, a woman making her way through the crowd. He quickly followed, remaining discrete as the woman stopped to speak with an older man, old enough to be her Grandfather. He looked agitated as she walked away. Suddenly, the old man collapsed to the ground, causing the street to burst into panic.

The hooded man looked around, spotting the red-head as she moved through the panicking crowd. He quickly followed, not wanting his target to escape his sight. Again.

She climbed up a fire escape, momentarily disappearing from his sight as he silently followed her. Once he reached the rood, he hid behind the door alcove, watching her as she stood at the side of the roof.

"It's taken you long enough to find me, Assassin," she suddenly called, her voice rich and husky, void of any accent. "You can come out now."

He growled lowly, angry at himself for not being careful enough. He stepped out from the shadows and approached her. "Templars aren't that hard to find thanks to Abstergo," he informed her, hearing her chuckle in response.

"And the Assassins are well hidden due to their small sizes," she replied, turning to face him. "It's been a long time, Clint," she added, smiling sadly at him as he pulled his hood down.

"It has," Clint answered. "Six months," he added.

"It feels like it has been longer," she commented, closing the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head beneath his chin. "I missed you," she informed him.

"I missed you too, Natasha," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Are you okay?" he asked, kissing her temple softly.

She smiled weakly. "Now, I am. They still believe I work for their Order. So playing Assassin infiltrator works for us."

"Do they know about me?" he asked, pulling back to cup her face.

"No," she answered, leaning up and kissing him for the first time in six months. Her hands trailed through his spiky hair, one of his hands buried itself in her hair while his other arm wrapped itself around her waist. "Moy yastreb," she whispered in her native accent, resting her head against his after breaking the kiss.

"Moya pauk," he answered, brushing her hair from her face. "Why do I feel like we're Altäir and Maria at the moment?" he whispered, chuckling.

"Is that something Desmond Miles recorded when he was reliving Altäir's memories?" Natasha asked, tilting her head to side.

Clint nodded. "Recorded it on his phone. We were able to hack into it and retrieve everything when Abstergo turned it on again."

Natasha nodded. "How is his father and mother taking his death?" she asked.

"They're taking it as hard as any parent would. William blames himself."

"Desmond saved the world. I guess we all wish it meant that he didn't have to lose his life to do it," she commented, brushing her hands over his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered. "I'm not leaving you, Tasha."

"That doesn't change the possibility of someone taking you from me," she whispered, lifting her head to look him in the eye. "The lives we live. We don't have a choice if someone wants to end our lives."

Clint frowned; Natasha sounded tired. "We'll fight everyone who comes after us together, Tasha. Hell, if you wanted we can leave the Assassins and Templars behind us. All you have to do is say the word and I'd do what you want me to do."

"Shay Cormac's memories were broadcasted to the Brotherhood, Clint. He showed us what would happen if either the Templars or Assassins continued to hunt the pieces of Eden."

"He also showed us that sometimes the wrong people are put in charge. Achilles was stubborn and didn't see what had happened and wasn't willing to listen. He wasn't the best choice to lead. Shay may have betrayed the Brotherhood but his reasons justify his actions, in my opinion," Clint responded.

Natasha smirked slightly. "You're showing sympathy towards Templars. Barton. You sure you shouldn't be the double agent?" she teased.

"Achilles' order caused Cormac to cause the Lisbon earthquake in 1755, killing thousands as Lisbon was levelled. His reason to doubt and turn against the Creed is justified," he answered. "I believe in the Creed and the teachings Desmond revealed from his time in the Animus. I also share Shay's belief that innocents should not be sacrificed to achieve our tenants and desire. Therefore, yes, Shay did betray the Brotherhood. But we cannot hold him solely responsible for his actions."

"Life's hardest choices are the ones that force you to question your own moral code," she quoted. "Respect the ones who have gone before us; they have already lived their own pain."

Clint nodded and kissed her chastely. "You've had enough pain in your life too, Tasha," he whispered. "Whatever you want I will do," he promised.

"Finish our mission first then I'll let you know, yastreb," she replied, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Clint smiled and kissed her, slipping his tongue past her lips as she stepped up on her toes. "Should we try to bring this to a more private setting?" he mumbled against her lips.

Natasha smirked, breaking the kiss to look at him. "Not feeling adventurous today, yastreb?" she teased, her voice lower and huskier than usual.

"My wife's body is for my eyes only," he replied, his voice low.

Natasha placed a kiss to his jaw. "Moy yastreb, you have no reason to worry," she whispered. "I only have eyes for you too," she promised. "Do you have an idea where we can go for privacy?"

Clint smirked and brought his hands to her hips. "Don't I always. It's a husband's job, isn't it?" he whispered with a cheeky grin.

"Assassins know the best places to have sex without being caught," she teased. "What other skill sets have you been hiding from me?"

"There's a reasons for 'Nothing Is True', Tasha," he whispered with a smug smirk. "Society, nowadays, expects people to brag about their prowess in bed. I, personally, don't feel it is necessary," he answered. "I prefer keeping it for you."

Natasha smirked. "You're a good husband," she whispered, pecking his lips. "Now, find us somewhere we can go to have a more intimate reunion, yastreb."

"Yes, Ma'am," he answered…

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