Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers or any of its characters. I only own Charlotte Jansen. Any of the storyline that seems familiar, I most likely do not own.
Charlotte POV
I watched the figure in front of me carefully; anticipating his next move. As much as I'd hate to admit it, Hawkeye was a deadly opponent. One wrong move would send me knocking on Death's door. I've already faced possible death a couple of times, and I didn't want to risk it again. I calculated my next move very carefully. Scanning my opponent's eyes, I tried to see if I could read any emotion off of his face. Unfortunately, and as usual, I couldn't find a trace of anything. Being stoic and emotionless were requirements of being an assassin, I could relate. I had been raised in the lifestyle, I knew what was right and wrong for my "job." At the last second, I saw my opponent twitch. I ducked to avoid being hit square in the face.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you to not hit a woman?" I snarked, not in the mood for a fight.
"Yes, but you're not classified as a woman are you?" Hawkeye countered.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're an assassin. You're hardly qualified as a human."
"And you're any better?"
Before he could retort, I went on the offensive. It was better to stay in close range. Hawkeye was a difficult opponent up close, but a lethal one from afar. If I wanted to escape alive, then I was going to have to be creative. I ducked from a punch to the face before kicking at one of his legs. He dodged my attack and tried to sweep my feet out from underneath my body. I did a back handspring and landed before going back to attacking him. We took turns going on the offensive. I could hear helicopter blades in the distance. I knew that if I wanted to make it out of here without being captured, I was going to have to act fast. Lunging forward, I feinted to the side before jabbing Hawkeye in the gut. I used those precious seconds to take my chance and duck around the corner. I heard cursing behind me as my little body took off. I kept going, pushing myself as hard as I could. Knowing that if I stopped before I was in the clear, I'd get caught.
Suddenly, I heard the telltale whoosh of an arrow flying through the air. I hit the ground as quickly as possible. Cursing I tried to pick myself up as fast as I could. Only to be pinned to the ground by a familiar assassin. I started flailing and trying to throw the heavier human off of me. I threw my elbow back and managed to hit him in the gut. I heard him grunt and his grip loosened slightly. Just enough for me to wiggle out of his hold and begin running again. Soon enough, I heard the sound of footsteps pounding after me. Quickly, I ducked down into an alleyway. Weaving through the allies, I found myself at a dead end. Groaning, I looked around for a possible escape. Thinking quickly, I saw a sewer grate in front of me. I used all of my strength to pull the cover off of the hold. I threw myself down in the sewers just in time to see Hawkeye turn the corner.
I dashed through the murky water, knowing that it would clear up my tracks. I weaved through different pathways until I was certain I wasn't being followed anymore. I stopped for a second to catch my breath and listen to make sure I was really alone and not being followed as I thought. Then, I heard the sound of boots hitting the water.
Cursing under my breath, I began to sprint in another direction. Hoping that the echoing of the sewer system would deter my pursuer from following me too far. I turned the corner in front of me and ended up by a ladder to the surface. Taking a chance, I shimmied up the ladder and shoved the sewer grate off of the top. As I was pulling myself out of the tunnel, I heard the sound of feet treading through the water. Before I could pull myself out fast enough, I heard the familiar twang of an arrow being shot before pain erupted in my calf. Lugging myself up and through the hole, I shoved the manhole cover back on top. Knowing that I didn't have much time, I surveyed where I was - very aware of my surroundings and very aware of the blood rapidly seeping out of the wound in my leg. Thankfully, by some stroke of dumb luck, I realized that the car I had rented was nearby. Untraceable as I had my employer get it, I limped over to the side of the street where it was parked. I just managed to pull into the driver's seat as I heard the cover being shoved off again.
I had driven off just in time to avoid another shot. This time, a shot that was certainly aimed for my death.
I kept driving as I had no set goal in mind as to where I wanted to go. I couldn't go back to where my employer was. That was far too risky and dangerous. I was only alive because of the fierce paranoia I had installed it myself for the years past that I had been an assassin. What I did know though was that I needed to find a safe place to pull over and fast. I turned the car into an alley before practically falling out of it onto the ground. Dragging myself around the back, I managed to reach the first aid kit I had stored in the back of the car. First thing was to get the arrow out of my calf. I took off my belt and put it between my teeth.
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I let out a pained grunt after I had yanked the arrow out of my flesh. Setting it aside, I went to work on fixing the wound. Choosing to wrap it with gauze was the best option. I could sew it later when I was in a safer place to do so. I allowed myself a few seconds to admire my handiwork before standing to continue moving onward. I threw the arrow into the back for future observation. Then, it was pulling back into the road and hightailing it out of town.