Clint limped as quickly as he could to the nearest armored vehicle.
"Get in, get Nat, get out. Simple as that." Clint said to himself as he climbed into the drivers seat.
He buckled up before slamming it into reverse, 3 guards ran out in front of it as he slammed on the gas.
He closed his eyes.
"Please get out of the way! Please get out of the way!" He shouted, hoping they would move.
"Stop right there Clint Barton!" One of them shouted.
Clint could hear them pounding on the windows as the vehicle rolled to a stop.
One of them approached the window. "Clint Barton you are under arrest for theft of a SHIELD armored vehicle, and recklessness while driving. Put your hands up and get out of the vehicle."
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Sir." Clint dosed the 'Sir' with enough sarcasm and spite to kill a man.
"Why not?" The guard asked, visibly becoming uneasy.
"Because that would go against my own self and see I really don't want to do that." Clint said, eyes gleaming.
Fury began to wonder from his birds-eye view the of scene if Clint's red ledger was enough to push him over the edge again.
"Get out of the way, or I'll make you." Clint said, as the guard began to back away slowly.
"Atta boy, Nat's not the only one with red in her ledger. It'd do you good to remember that." Clint said, putting the vehicle into drive before rolling up the driver side window.
*Natasha's point of view*
"Demyan let me go!" She shouted, digging her nails into his wrists.
"You've already escaped once little spider do you think I would let you get away again?"
"You have no need for me! I'm nothing to you!" She shouted, wishing he would loosen his grip on her wrists.
"Release the prisoner once she has been entered into her cell." A gruff voice came over a loudspeaker above their heads.
"As you command, Aleksandr." Demyan said, shoving Natasha into a cold, dark, stone cell.
"Let me out Demyan! Do you remember nothing we had together?" Natasha asked, pleadingly.
"I remember you dragging me into this life, I never wanted this Natalie. Never once did I ask about your secret life. You made me this way." Demyan said, walking away from her cell.
"I know, I'm sorry." Natasha whispered to herself.
Demyan was right, she did this to him. She ruined their lives. Her. No one else.
They were to be married, her and Demyan.
She was going to get out of this life.
They were going to have a family and a house, but Natalie couldn't let go of her alter ego Natasha.
So instead she drug Demyan into this secret life of hers.
Trained Assassins, death, loss, pain, and struggle.
She did this and there was no going back.
Not now.
Not ever.