Hi people, I forgot to mention in the first chapter that this is my first fan fiction, so don't judge too harshly. (Well I forgot to mention anything at all...I'm still working out the kinks...Stop rolling your eyes!) Honestly, I know I'm not perfect so I'm going to rely on you guys to help me out. (*cough* This is my clever way of trying to get reviews *wink*) Tip: the italicized parts are memories, or events happening outside the main plot line. Okay I'm done rambling now. Enjoy!
"Hawkeye? Come on Barton!" Coulson growled. Hawkeye flinched. His eyes focused again, but that small moment of distraction had cost him. His grip had loosened and the Widow kicked out at his left leg, and with the added weight of another person, they both tumbled off the roof. Oh My God. After surviving this long I'm going to die by falling off a ROOF. A ROOF of all things. But they don't call him Hawkeye for nothing. He reached out his fingers and caught a small ledge on the side of the building. Black Widow wasn't so lucky. She tucked and rolled too late, unable to prevent the loud crack of her left leg. To her credit, she didn't make a sound as she attempted to crawl away on all fours. Hawkeye climbed down and landed lightly in front of her. He presses a small blade to her neck.
"Clint?"
"I have her," Clint breathed. But he didn't move. The Widow stared up at him with closely guarded emerald green eyes. Now that she was still, he could see multiple injuries that were not from the fight a few seconds ago. There, a gunshot wound streaking across her shoulder. There, a serrated knife slash only a few days old on her right thigh.
A man in a slightly torn business suit, pointing a gun at him. Drawing closer. He had no choice to back away. He slowly put another foot back, but wait, why was the ground moving? An empty soda can rolling away. His foot slipped, sending him crashing to the ground. He flinched as the fall jarred his dislocated shoulder. The man made a sudden movement as if to move forward, but caught himself just in time. It was dark but he could have sworn he saw a flash of concern cross the man's face, but then a mask of indifference covered it. He glanced up at the man with a look of defiance, daring him to pull the trigger. He knew it wasn't much, but he would not go down pleading for mercy.
The Black Widow stared at him with a look of confusion, amusement, and curiosity. He suddenly felt cold. A lot of emotions pooled in those green eyes of hers, but there was one missing. Fear. Never in the whole fight did he see fear cross her face. Ever. It unnerved him. There was only one time he saw that sort of reaction before.
He stuck his chin up, glaring at the man. He knew he would die. He felt numb, except for two emotions. First one: Indignation. He scowled. Of all the places to die, he would die in a dark storage room, at the hands of a stranger. Not even a formidable opponent, but a man with a gun lucky enough to catch him off guard on a bad day. Second emotion: Relief.
The Black Widow tilted her face baring her neck even further, her eyes challenging.
"Clint?"
But Hawkeye was frozen, the blade still pressed against the jugular, but not moving any further.
The man finally spoke. "Hello Clint." Still pointing the gun at him. "That's not my name," He snarled. " You are Clint Barton," The man simply said. Not a question. Not an answer. Just fact. " That's not my name," He repeated. The man smiled sadly. "Would you rather prefer Hawkeye?" He asked. The man didn't move, still waiting for an answer. Hawkeye opened his mouth, but his words caught in his throat. He closed them again. The man nodded slightly, and lowered the gun. "I am Phil Coulson,"
Clint shook his head and put more pressure on the knife. She didn't stop him. She just watched, waiting. Still no fear in her eyes. The blade inched closer. Close. "What is your name, Black Widow?" He breathed. She looked confused. "Are you the Black Widow? Or are you Natasha Romanoff?"
She slowly shook her head. "I am Natalia Romanova,"
He lowered the knife.
Ok, so for people who don't know who Natalia Romanova is, that's just Natasha's original Russian name before she changed it to Natasha Romanoff. And no, I will probably not upload this quickly all the time. I just had this chapter written beforehand.
*cough cough* I really hope you didn't forget about that part about reviews I might have mentioned...*nudge*
**This is the edited version:)