Clint's POV

They landed two miles away from the base. The Medusans were geared and ready to go. The SHIELD agents not so much. While the jet was a good way to get to where they were going it was not an armory. What they brought with them was all the weapons and ammo they had.

Despite not knowing what they would be up against until he arrived Clint brought military grade C-4. It wasn't exactly his. He may have borrowed it from Alex. Instinctively he knew they would need it.

The charges would be placed at the entry points. Instead of trying to go through the door. They would just make their own entry points. Not the most subtle way to enter a building. It would provide them the cover they needed. Shock made the best cover after all.

Charlie was going to be planting the charges on the frontal assault. Clint would be planting them on the back side. With any luck the forces would be divided and in the confusion one squad would find Natasha. That was the plan at least. Clint knew from experience things rarely went according to plan.

Checking his gear one final time he was satisfied that he was as prepared as he could be. Arrows were sharp and ready to fly. His glock was in perfect working order. He had as much ammo as he could realistically carry and still move about.

When he glanced at his men he noted that they were all ready as well. The SHIELD agents watched them warily but they too seemed ready. It was time to get this rescue mission under way.

He said motioning them to gather around, "Come closer so we can discuss the plan. Agent Coulson, you will be on frontal assault with Bravo, Charlie, and Gamma. Agent Sitwell you will be with myself, Alpha, and Foxtrot. We will be the rest assault. Remember our primary objective is to find the Black Widow. Anything else is secondary. Charlie and myself will plant charges as we go and once everyone is clear we will blow the place."

May asked her eyes narrowed at him, "What of myself and Echo?"

Echo shrugged as he said, "I have sniper duty. As the secondary long range expert I will provide cover as both teams enter. I will also provide the cover when escaping. You, Agent will be the pick up. Keep the her ready to fly at a moments notice. This is not a game. Our lives depend on everyone working together and doing their job."

Clint said coldly, "Well said, Echo. Are there any questions?"

No one answered. With nothing left to be said they began to pass out comms. The Medusan comms had two settings. One was team communication. The other was between individuals. It was something he had set up after two weeks in Tam Quan. If there were traitors it made it easier to pick them out.

Quietly but swiftly they then left the plane. The two mile hike was treacherous. Many times Delta had to reach out and steady one of the men. Even his own men stumbled and lost their footing. This wasn't the same kind of forest as Tam Quan had been.

The forest was less travelled and had more overgrowth. Not knowing the guards scheduled meant they couldn't hack their way through. If guards came out this far and the noticed the disturbance. The element of surprise would be lost.

Whether by the devil's own luck or fate they didn't meet any guards. Their trip to the fence was simple. Echo set up at the hill just before the fence. Delta took a pair of rubber gloves. With the experience of a Medusan he cut through the fence. It wasn't much of a hole. Barely big enough for someone his size to slip through. However it would have to be enough.

His grey eyes spotted two guards running towards them. A second later a muffled shot rang out. One man went down dead before he even hit the ground. A second shot soon followed and before the man could even turn away he was dead.

While muffled the sound of a gunshot was unmistakable. Shouts across the ground alerted Delta to the fact they had been found out. He was the first to go through the fence so to cover the others. Before he was even fully standing his bow was drawn an arrow nocked.

As soon as the first guard was in sight he let it fly. The arrow buried itself in the man's chest as he crumpled to the ground. There was not an ounce of pity or remorse for the death. The group choose their fate when they choose to kidnap Natasha.

Delta knew using his bow was risky. Especially with SHIELD agents watching his every move. The name Hawkeye had gotten around. There weren't many in the underworld who didn't know his name. All who knew it feared and respected it. It wasn't often there was someone who could shoot a bow with deadly accuracy. Even fewer who willingly chose the weapon. Fewer still could use it well enough to make it effective.

At that thought another guard came out. Before he could let loose another arrow a shot rang out. Another body went down.

Echo's annoyed voice came over the comms, "You fools need to haul ass. Get through that ducking fence now!"

The sound of feet shuffling then could be heard. Then the rest of the men were through the fence. Whatever was holding them up was gone. Good they couldn't do this without every person with their head in the game.

The group then broke into two sets. Delta and his group went to the backside of the building. The door was exactly where the intel said it would be. He put a handful of charges on the wall beside the door.

Charlie said over the comms, "Charges are set and ready to blow."

Delta commanded coldly moving away from the wall, "On my mark. Three. Two. One. Fire in the hole!"

A second later the wall blew open into the inside. Delta was the first one through the hole. Men lay scattered on the ground. Most were knocked unconscious by the blast. Two were buried under the rubble of the blast.

Pulling a knife from a hidden sheath he made short work of the unconscious men. Slitting each of their throats cleanly. As he stood he wiped the blood off on the inside of his pants before sheathing the blade once more. When he looked at Sitwell the man was green in the face. For an agent it seemed he was still a little wet behind the ears.

Delta said coldly, "Give no quarter to you enemies."

Alpha said in an equally cold tone, "For you will receive none in return. To give quarter could mean the death of the team."

Sitwell visibly swallowed before he nodded his assent. He might not agree with it he understood the reasoning behind it. Just like in Medusa their enemies wouldn't hesitate to kill them. If they were taken prisoner by Hydra they would wish that they were dead.

With that they began to move down the hallway. From what Delta could tell they were likely coming from the right. Whatever they were protecting would be from that way.

As they came around a corner they bumped into another guard. Literally bumped into him. On reaction Delta dropped his bow and grabbed him by the head and twisted sharply. The sound of the neck breaking radiated through the hallway.

Without a second thought he picked up his bow and continued. He knew the others would follow. They were used to him reacting like that. If one was not an ally. Then they were dead.

Soon they came to a crossing and it was time to split up. He ordered quietly, "Sitwell stay with Charlie."

Charlie nodded accepting the added man without complaint. Sitwell would keep up or he would get left behind. That was the way of Medusa.

Delta for his part chose the right hallway. Two guards crossed his path not even ten feet down the hall. His arrows found their mark in the men's chest. They went down without a sound. Not even much blood due to the placement of the arrows.

The halls were a dark grey. From what he had seen of the outside it was some kind of stone. With the little lightning the building had it gave an ominous feeling.

Delta pushed through the hallway checking each and every room. Twice more he found guards. Each found an arrow through their hearts. To preserve ammo he collected his arrows after wards. There was no telling how long the fight would last.

Halfway down one hall he came to a door. It was different from all the others. It was heavier and made out of concrete. The hinges were made of hard steel. Certainly made to keep something out. Or in. Was his final realization.

Pulling his picks from the inside of his jacket he lay his bow on the ground. Then he bent to a knee to examine the lock. Compared to the rest of the door the lock was simple. Someone with basic lockpicking skills could get through.

Delta made short work of the lock. Instead of pulling the door all the way open he pulled it slightly open. Taking a penlight from his jacket he flashed it in.

As he expected there was a wire that ran from the door frame. The people who guarded this place weren't stupid. Once he found the end he carefully dismantled the trap. It was hooked to both a small explosive and an alarm. Cleverly designed that when one went off the other did as well.

He said quietly into the comms, "I may have something. What's everyone else's status?"

Alpha replied, "I killed nine hostile heading to our breach point. I'm heading back towards you, Delta. For every one else I'll mark the passages with a streak of blood."

Coulson was next to reply, "I can hear, Alpha. I'll meet up with him and make the same marks."

Charlie said sounding pained, "I'm pinned on the south side. I won't be able to make it there."

Delta questioned his tone severe, "Where are you injured? How severe is the injury?"

Charlie responded with a growl, "Upper leg. Bullet is lodged in there and I think my femur is broken. I can't put any weight on it Delta."

Gamma and Sitwell sounded over the comms, "We're on it."

That took care of his injured man. Now he just had to wait for his back up. Footsteps soon resounded through the hallway. Delta had a knife out and ready to throw it into the throat of the one coming around the corner.

Alpha's voice came from the corner, "Its Alpha and Coulson, Delta. Coming around now."

Both men came around the corner their favored weapons pointed at the ground. Coulson's suit was covered in blood. It wasn't surprising. This had not been an easy battle on any of them.

Other than both men beijg covered in blood neither was injured. So he turned back to the tripwire and made short work of it. Once dismantled he carefully made they made their way inside. Just inside the door was a set of stairs. Carefully he checked the stairs for any traps before making his way down them. Couslon and Alpha were hot on his heels. The moment his foot stepped onto the concrete at the bottom he was attacked.

Delta was grabbed from the side. His assailant was trying to go for his neck. Blocking the attempt he struck out with his fist. It caught the assailant in the throat. There was a gurgling sound and hands reached for the strike point as if to protect it from further harm.

Delta used the penlight to flash it in his assailant's face. A smile broke out on his face as he recognized the woman in front of him. Natasha.