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Clint's POV

Running a hand through his hair he watched the streets. He didn't expect Natalia to come in through the front door. She would make sure that there wasn't anyone waiting to ambush her.

However something in him was telling him that it was wrong. That he shouldn't be there. Nothing below that he saw could be giving him that feeling.

Coulson inquired coming up behind him, "What's wrong?"

Sometimes it surprised him how much his handler could read him. It was a testament to how well they worked together. Even more so when he didnt head for a weapon at being surprised.

He trusted Coulson above all others. Part of him was terrified by that. The other part of him was intrigued by it. Though deep in his heart he knew that Coulson didnt see him as anything more than an asset. That was all he would ever he to the man. As much as he wished it to be otherwise.

Movement caught his sharp eye down on the street. A man with blond hair and in a priest outfit. It was out of place in this part of the city. No man of the cloth would come here.

Clint said grabbing side arm and putting it in the holster, "I'm going to check on something. If Natalia makes it before I get back tell her Delta's Echo."

That would tell her that he approved of Coulson here. It would at least this would keep them from killing each other.

Clint left the room and moved towards the stairs. Taking the elevator would take too long. It only took him two minutes to get down down to the lobby. As he stepped into it the receptionist gave him a nod. She worked with SHIELD on occasion. Compared to other people she turned a blind eye to their activites.

When he stepped out of the hotel he was instantly aware of eyes on him. Even a cautious glance didnt show tell him who was watching. A part of his brain told him that it was the priest. Or the man pretending to be a priest.

Carefully he began to push through the crowd. His eyes searching through the crowd's clothes. Looking for any sign of the priest.

A flicker of black going around a corner caught his eye. On the other side he caught sight of a familiar red head. He didn't even pause in hesitation as he followed after the black. Natalia and Coulson could handle themselves. He had to know why he was getting this feeling.

Clint turned the corner following the man. Only to have a gun put into his gut. His training kicked in from there.

Clint kicked out aiming for the gun. It went down and a shot rang out missing his gut by mere centimeters. Looking up he found himself staring into grey eyes. They were just like his own. This was someone who would kill without hesitation just like him.

He tried to draw his own side arm but the man grappled with him. Even only using his opposite arm he had the strength of an ox. Even as strong as Clint was he didnt have enough to match it.

The man hit him on the top of the head with his gun as he gripped Clint's wrist. The younger saw stars but kicked back in return. He had to fight. To survive.

When he got his gun out of the holster the hand on his wrist pressed into the pressure points. It forced his fingers to let go of the weapon but gave Clint an opening. He slammed his hand into the other's jaw. The man's entire focus was on his gun so he was blindsided by the strike. Staggering back the man glared at him hatefully.

A fist then hit him clear on the jaw making him see stars. Clint took a step back and barely dodged another strike meant for his jaw. The gun came up once more but he knocked it to the side. A second shot deafened him as it clipped the top of his ear.

Clint had enough and slammed his shoulder into the man's body. There was a whoosh of breath but he kept his feet.

He snarled, "Who the hell are you? Why are you following me?"

The man grinned as he laughed, "I came here expecting to kill a certain spider. She has been a thorn in my side for years. I never expected to the Hawk here as well. You may call me Jackal. As a curtsey you may know who is going to kill you."

Jackal, that name meant something to him but he couldn't remember what it was. There was no time to dwell on it as the other other brought his gun up again.

In their struggle Clint's side arm had been kicked across the ground. It was just behind the Jackal. Drawing a knife from its hiding place he went at the other killer.

Steel glinted in the sunlight as he slashed at the other's throat. It was only a distraction as he lunged for his weapon. Cool metal met his warm hands. Only for burning pain to go through his gut.

Clint gasped another went through his knee causing it to collapse under his weight. There was only one thing that could cause such a pain. Gunshot.

Clint had dropped the knife in favor of trying to grip his gun. The Jackal kicked his weapon away from the prone SHIELD agent.

He mocked, "This is all the fight that the legendary Hawkeye can put up? Even with your youth I expected more," the man knelt beside him and placed his gun on his abdomen where blood was beginning to make his jacket wet and sticky, "This is goodbye, Hawkeye. May whatever god you believe in make your passing quick."

Two more shots were put into his abdomen. Then the Jackal left him there. Even with Clint's pain tolerance he could not move. He hoped that Coulson got Nat out of there. They didnt deserve this fate.

Coulson's POV

He frowned. Natalia Ramanov was exactly like how Barton used to be. He could see her potential and ability to be an agent. With help she could be just as valuable as Barton.

Ramanov inquired, "What happens now?

"Now we wait for Barton to return and I bring you both in," he answered honestly, "You will be tested by one of our psychiatrists. They will help you as they helped Barton."

Natalia replied her eyes going to look out the window, "They can't help me. No one can," there was a silent pause before her brow furrowed, "He's been gone. Something is wrong."

The phone by the bed's rang startling both of them. Coulson answered it, "Coulson."

The voice of the front desk receptionist ordered panicky, "Agent you need to get down here. That man of yours was found in the alley."

Phil hung up the phone and ran from the room. Ramanov followed behind him not asking but she could tell that he now felt the urgency. She didn't know why.

They took the stairs and only took a minute. What was found would be burned into their minds forever.