Getting a plane that would take her to where Clint had last been seen was surprisingly easy. Because the first thing she had done, was resign herself to the fact she would be doing this mission totally solo. With no help, and absolutely no input from Shield. The only thing that she had from them was the gun in her holster, and the file she'd downloaded from the database. The database that was supposedly impossible to hack into, but that she had cracked the code of in less than two minutes.
Sure, it would have been easier to hijack a plane, or at the very least a hell of a lot faster. But that would draw attention to this little undercover job, the last thing that Natasha had wanted or needed was attention. And so, she had grabbed her money, and her weapons, stuffed some clothes into a bag, and made her way to the nearest airport. With any luck Coulson would think she was off hiding somewhere, sulking about him telling her what to do, waiting to board a plane for the job in Chicago. With any luck they wouldn't realize she was gone until tomorrow afternoon, when her plane would be waiting for an assassin that would just never show up.
Of course then Coulson would be alerted, Fury would find out, best case scenario they would declare her a traitor for going against orders, worst case scenario they would think she had finally shown her true colors and abandoned the agency that had taken her in so many years ago. But that was a problem for the future, right now Natasha was just trying to get on this damn plane, and start the journey towards her partner.
She had purchased her ticket already, now she was waiting in the dully tacky bar that was tucked in away in a corner of the airport. It wasn't the best hiding place in the place, and because of that, she knew Shield would think better of her, and not even check this area. If they even knew she was gone yet.
Natasha ordered her drink, and let it sit on the bar, untouched next to her open computer. The file she'd taken was tucked away in the purse at her feet, she'd already memorized the important information of it, and didn't feel comfortable having it out in the open. There were too many people here, and you never knew who might be watching.
The assassin was typing coordinates into her laptop, and reaching out to the connections that she still had across the country. She was fairly sure she knew where Barton was, but it would be nice if she asked the right person the right question, and they were able to tell her for sure if Clint was where she thought he was or if she was going in the totally wrong direction.
Hydra had countless bases set up across the country, but only a few Natasha imagined they would take Barton. Ones that they thought were hidden, that Shield would never find. Well too bad, because they were still places that The Black Widow would find. She had narrowed it down to one of three locations, based on what she had learned about Clint's mission, and where he had last been heard from.
And if she was wrong, and Clint wasn't in one of these, well, certainly she would be able to find someone that would be willing to cooperate and spill the beans on where her partner was being held.
In fact, she would probably enjoy being able to take in a little Hydra creep, and wring the information of her partners location out of them.
Her plane was set to take off in twenty minutes, Natasha closed her laptop with a snap, and left her drink to remain sitting at the bar.
As she walked towards her plane (quickly enough to move with speed, not so fast as to draw attention towards herself) Natasha couldn't help but fight with the thought that was bouncing around in her head.
She was finally going to be able to repay her debt, to the archer that had spared her life all those years ago. Now, it was time for her to save his.