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Clint's POV

Two weeks that was how long it had been since he was wounded. After a few days, he had been allowed out of the infirmary though his movements were still slow and painful. He hated feeling this weak but there wasnt anything he could do.

Coulson had been spending time off base at an apartment. Clint had the option to live off base but he never took it. In his eyes, there wasn't a point of it.

Natasha surprisingly was enjoying her time in SHIELD. She took to being an agent far better than he did. The handlers that hated and shunned him spoke only good things of her at least to her face. In the vents, he could hear their disdain for her. If he wasnt a vent crawler he wouldn't have heard.

Just like with him they didnt trust her thinking she will turn on them. That they would take everything they had learned and use it against SHIELD. He could see the anger in her eyes every time a dirty look was shot his way. No one wanted to piss Coulson off so they wouldn't say it to either of their faces.

To avoid the stares he had taken to using the vents to get around. They were faster and easier to use than trying to remember which elevator led where. When he wasnt crawling about the vents or in a meeting with Panov he was allowed to roam the city.

The money that he made working for SHIELD built up in an account. Clint knew he had a bank account but rarely used it. Living on base meant three square meals a day and free board. The only thing he bought was extra clothes. With his free time, he was going to eat out every now and then.

This time he had gone out for a good burger that wasn't a cafeteria burger. Halfway through his burger and fries when it began to pour down rain. Storms were common given the time of year. He should have checked the weather before he left the base.

Clint rubbed his eyes tiredly as he finished his burger. He was exhausted despite not really having done anything. He wanted to return to doing missions but he still had not been cleared by medical. Training was put on hold as well which only made him more frustrated.

Clint no matter which part of his mind was in control was not meant to be unproductive. It made him anxious. When he saw Panov and Coulson they both noticed how anxious he was. They rarely would bring it up but they watched him closely.

Clint was startled from his thoughts when two bodies slid into the chairs across from him. Looking up he was surprised to find Abbott and Alex sat there. It was surprising to see them here. They for the most part steered clear of him since he joined.

"How did you find me?" He questioned carefully.

Abbott quirked a smile as he replied, "You haven't exactly been hiding, Barton. We also could not talk to you while you were on the SHIELD base."

Fury would not allow them to. Clint wasnt stupid he knew that the Director was protecting him. After he took the bullets to the gut they had a few talks. Most of them were after the man found him in the vents listening in on the meetings. At first, Clint thought he would get thrown out and the vents blocked so that he couldn't use them.

Instead, he was allowed to continue as long as he didnt repeat anything he heard. Fury also allowed Clint to spend time in his office away from everyone. It became a safe place for him but most of the time he was in the vents unless he needed to talk.

Clint questioned with a low growl, "What do you want, Abbott? I'm not in the mood for this right now."

Alex sighed, "Calm yourself Delta. We are not your enemies no matter what you might think."

Clint gave them both a get on with it look.

Abbott began as he slid a file over to Clint, "You survived an encounter with Carlos the Jackal. In the decade that this killer has been active, you are the only one to survive an encounter with him."

Frowning he took the file and began to read through it. Carlos had been active for a long time. The CIA didnt have any pictures of the man. In this aspect, he couldn't be of much help. Even with the weeks that had passed he still didnt remember much of what happened when he got shot. All he remembered was a name but not a face.

"I don't know how I can help you," he replied bluntly, "I remember running from the hotel after seeing someone in the streets. Everything after that is fuzzy. Panov thinks it's unlikely I'll ever regain full memories of what happened."

Conklin shook his head as he ordered, "Keep reading."

Frowning he continued to read and the further he got the more a pit began to form in his stomach. The program was called Treadstone 71 and it was very reminiscent of Medusa. The main difference being that there would a single team and 3 handlers.

The team had already been decided with their agreement on his men from Century 12. They would be disregarding Panov's recommendation for this project. On top of that, there would not be an on-hand psychiatrist to monitor them either.

One member of the team that was decided to be Echo would infiltrate Carlos's web in Paris. It was perfect for the Frenchman. Paris was his home and he wanted to go there.

Other team members would be scattered throughout the world. No one would know where the others were to protect them. If one was caught they couldn't give up anyone else. It was a good plan but he didnt like the unknown variable.

An identity had already been made up for a final person. Jason Bourne a killer for hire who would start out in China. They would make him into something of a legend. No one would ever see him but his kills would be legendary. Something to draw out the Jackal into a confrontation.

"Who are you going to get to be this Jason Bourne? They would have to be the best if you want them to face down the Jackal."

Abbott replied calmly, "That's exactly why we are here."

What did he... no. Absolutely not. He did not want anything to do with this insanity.

Clint stood and growled at the two men, "Absolutely not. Have you two lost your damned minds? It would be going against SHIELD. The first place to give me an actual home since the war. I'm not losing that for some half baked scheme."

It wasn't just losing SHIELD that scared him. If he went through with this there was a good chance of developing a third part of his mind. It was hard enough to keep Delta under control. There was no way he could handle another part.

Clint denied, "I can't go through this, Abbott. Alex, you've seen how bad my mind is. Even with the help of SHIELD, it's still a mess. I can't help you with your hunt for the Jackal."

Abbott took up the file and stood with a sigh, "You are our first pick for this mission. It is as dangerous as they come and I respect you for not wanting to destroy your mind further. However do think on it, Barton. A lot of lives could be saved if you did go through with this."

Both men shook his hand and just like that were gone. Slipping out of the restaurant and into the rain like they were never there. It left an uncomfortable feeling in his chest watching them leave. This would not be the last he saw of them.