Worst. Mission. EVER.
You squatted on the ceiling's abutment, watching twenty well build and fully armed men, who were searching for you and the guys you were with, thinking how to make your way out of the building while taking out the whole team and not getting your abilities noticed.
How did you ever end up in this situation again..? Why were you inside and not on the roof guarding Black Widow's and the commandos' back with Hawk..? Oh right. You remembered now...
You were flying in a military chopper, with your Berretta lying on your lap, two guns in holsters on your tights and a dagger hidden in a sheath on small of your back, listening to the conversation of the two agents about the position of the scientists.
The building was quite large, if not enormous and it made you wonder how three people would made it in and bring out two well guarded people without being noticed or at least without being killed. Even if they had support from two snipers, wait, a sniper and archer on the roofs.
"Coś nie tak, kapitanie..?[Is something wrong, Captain..?]" Asked a black haired commando, with whom you were on lots of missions before.
"Nic takiego, Filip.[Nothing, Philip.]" You responded after a short moment of hesitation.
To tell the truth, you felt like you were going straight into the lions den, but then the feeling disappeared as suddenly as it had surfaced. 'Hope it was only a feeling and not that.' You thought to yourself as the chopper landed in a cloud of dust.
You all got out from the helicopter and headed for a small building in which the communication team had set up their base.
There were two people inside. You recognised them as guys from a research and communication team with which you had already worked a few times.
When the whole team was inside, a man with blonde hair and gray eyes started his explanation. "The building has two floors and a cellar. Your scientists should be in the last one. There should be at least fifty people in the building but we can't say if there aren't more, since the cellar is made from a strong loadstone which distracts our detectors."
The agents thanked the two for their help and after you familiarized yourselves with the map again you all headed in the direction of the cars.
"Kapitanie ((last name))...[Captain ((last name))...]" You heard the guy who had just talked to you all. You turned around to look in his gray eyes.
"Tak?[Yes?]" You asked.
"Z całym szacunkiem, ale przejście przez te wszystkie straże jest niemożliwe dla tak małej grupy.[With all due respect, going through all of those guards with such a small team is impossible.]" He said and you sighed.
"To zależy.[It depends.]" You responded and joined your team.
There were two cars, since you'd hopefully be two more people on your way back.
You were in the car with Clint, the two of you never breaking silence. Well maybe not never, since he noticed a detail about your weapon that wasn't quite right.
"You don't use a scope?" He asked.
"It may sound weird, but it distracts me." You responded and Clint shot you a glare. "You're wrong. It is weird." He said and your brow rose.
"You don't use one either." Was your answer.
"Bows don't have scopes."
"I know." You responded, shooting a glare to your partner. "And you're not the only one with good sight here, so deal with this, Hawk."
He smirked, but didn't say a thing.
About two minutes later he stopped the car and the two of you got to your positions.
You took care of the guards on the roof and Clint shot the ones at the entrance.
A while later three people made their way to the door and opened it without a problem.
"We're in." Said Natasha.
That damn American technology was sure disturbing...
As Black Widow and the two commandos were going deeper inside the building, you couldn't help them.
"I don't believe, that it was a good idea to only send three people inside." You muttered into your bluetooth earpiece.
"Nat's one of the best agents in our unit." You heard Clint's voice. "And from what I heard, Philip and Adam are yours too."
"We don't know how many enemies there are." You responded. "Or how good they are."
"Pessimist." Said Barton.
'Maybe...' You thought, but the funny feeling didn't leave you for a while.
"Got 'em." You heard Natasha's voice and sighed with relief but then clenched your teeth, seeing something you didn't like.
"But you won't get out this easy." You responded.
"If I didn't know." Was the answer and you shook your head but then noticed, she couldn't see you. "It's a trap." You just said, standing up. "Don't ask me how I know it, just trust me, fortify yourself and make sure to keep the attackers out for at least ten minutes."
And there was a silence.
So now you sat on the ceiling's abutment, watching twenty well build and fully armed men, who were searching for you and the guys who were with you, thinking how to make your way out of the building alongside while taking out the whole team and not getting your abilities noticed.
You and Natasha didn't have ammo, Philip and Adam had to leave their guns and now were guarding the scientists only with their fists as weapons. Clint was your outside support, since you asked him to have your back.
Since you had been used as a guinea-pig, you had something like a trouble detector inside you. That weird feeling inside your guts always came when something dangerous was going to happen and it had saved your life lots of times.
You wondered why didn't you listen to it earlier this day.
All of the possible ways you thought of for getting out, included things that no one other than you could do. You sighed, knowing there was no way for you to remain unnoticed.
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