A/N I'm sorry it took so long! But here is promised sequel! If you have not read Even the smallest light shines in the dark this won't make sense!
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Rolling as he hit the next rooftop he didn't allow his momentum to falter. If he did he would be caught. He could not afford to be caught. Not now. Not when he was so close to his target.
Behind him, Clint could hear the muffled curse of the SHIELD agent. While Clint had rolled perfectly the other had not. Clint did not hesitate to continue to space between him and the agent. The evac point was still a mile and a half away but he couldn't go there. Not until he lost this tail.
As he approached the next edge he didn't jump for the next roof. Instead, he hopped down between the two buildings. There an awning was below him breaking his fall. He rolled off landing back on his feet with a grunt.
Looking up he saw the agent, Sitwell he realized looking down at him. Suddenly Clint was glad for the black hair dye and green-colored contacts. With any luck, he wouldn't be recognized by his old friend.
Shaking himself from his thoughts he took off out of the alley. Here he found himself in a mill of people. Slowing his pace he bent his knees to make himself slightly shorter. Clint then slipped out of his jacket and dropped it onto a stall he passed by. It was a nicer day given the time of year so it wouldn't be odd to see someone in just a long-sleeved shirt.
Taking the long way and backtracking several times he made his way to his evac point. He had to be positive that he wasn't being followed. A firefight would not end well for him. Not when he only had his sidearm and his Medusa knife sheathed at his thigh, and a few knives hidden in his sleeves. He had to leave his rifle behind when SHIELD showed up.
Since joining the Treadstone 71 program he had avoided using a bow. Bows were a dead giveaway at who was killing. He couldn't risk them sending Ph... Coulson after him. And if they knew Jason Bourne was Clint Barton they would send Ph... Coulson.
He was just a few hundred yards from the evac point now. It seemed he had in fact lost SHIELD. This time at least. Then he felt the telltale prickling on the back of his neck. Internally be swore as he quickly checked his surroundings again.
The check he did almost missed the muzzle of a gun coming around a corner. A muzzle that belonged to SHIELD. He did not get the clean getaway he wanted. There must have been agents in the crowd. This was something he should have predicted. He was getting sloppy.
A black-haired man half a head shorter than him was the agent. Clint caught him off guard when he knocked the weapon out of his hands. It was followed through by a punch to the man's gut. Down he went.
:Must be a new agent,: he thought with a wince.
No one with any seniority would have made that mistake. They would have cut the corner closer so that they saw Clint before he saw them. He took a step away from the downed agent. Just in time for a bullet to go past where his shoulder had been before.
Clint fully turned around to face the shooter. And felt the blood drain from his face. Natasha. She would most certainly not be fooled by his changes. As good of a job Abbott did there were some things you cannot hide from a partner. Same reason that Echo had immediately recognized him.
Running through his options Clint considered his options. Part of him was half tempted to make a break for it. He could escape and set up another extraction. A look at the weapon and where it was pointed he reconsidered. He would rather not take another bullet to the knee. It took him long enough to recover the first time.
Nat was pushing her way towards him her eyes blazing with fire. He raised his hands slowly thinking about ways to get away from her. Specifically getting away without hurting her too badly. She was a few short feet away when she stopped.
Nat ordered, "Turn around and place your hands on top of your head."
How about no? He needed a plan so that he could get away. Already he was planning on grabbing one of his knives. A flick of his fingers brought a knife down into his palm. With the perfect aim that came with his years of practice, it hit the weapon knocking off its aim. He then lunged grappling with the weapon.
Natasha's knee came up into his diaphragm trying to force him to let go. If he was anyone else it would have worked. Too bad he had been trained by both SHIELD and Treadstone. Instincts born from Medusa were honed to the point that even Fury would think twice about crossing him.
Clint was finally able to get the weapon away from Nat. His finger was on the trigger without a second thought. It was raised and pointed at her head. Steady hands showed that he was capable and willing to kill. Any doubt that SHIELD may have about his ability was gone.
Coldly he stared at her. Delta was trying to bleed into his mind. Forcefully he had to remind himself that this was not the time or the place for such a thing. Natasha paused however her eyes searching his face.
Confusion but no recognition crossed her face. At least not yet.
He growled making his voice distorted to avoid her recognition, "Leave Black Widow. I have no issue with you or SHIELD."
Nat glared, "You think I will just let you go, Bourne? You are a killer for hire and will take anyone out for the right price. For that, you must be stopped."
Clint said with a check of their surroundings again, "You don't have much of a choice here, Widow. Take my advice leave this alone. You have no idea what is really going on here."
"We won't stop," she denied, "You have to be stopped."
Clint sighed, "There is a bigger picture going on here. Only a few people know the truth. Do not think just because I kill means I don't have a good reason for it. After you kill for those you serve."
"You kill for money?"
He turned his head to the side in curiosity as he asked, "Do I? What do you really know about me?"
There was anger on her face as he heard the rumble of a car. That was his extraction. He stepped back putting space between them. Two pairs of green eyes clashed against each other.
The car appeared from around the corner and a door was flung open. Natasha snarled, "This won't be the last time we meet, Bourne!"
He hoped she was wrong. He truly did. If they continued to cross paths it would interfere with the mission.
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Anger filled her as she watched Bourne disappear. She had not pushed her luck when facing him. The mission was supposed to be a simple watch and report back. That changed when Jasper decided to go after a man they thought was one of Bourne's newer assets. They hadn't expected it to be the hired killer himself.
She had seen Bourne's face. The first of SHIELD to see his face and survive. He had let her go instead of shooting her. Let her go with a warning. The question was why?
Jasper approached slightly out of breath, "Romanoff I collected the knife you said he threw at you. You might want to see this?"
He sounded unsure. It was so unlike Jasper that she did turn to see what had him so uncertain. The moment she saw the knife and the symbol engraved into its hilt. That was the sign of Medusa. Jason Bourne served in Medusa.
