*Clint's POV continued*
Clint awoke not in the desert sand but in the passenger seat of a Shield armored car.
"What happened?" Clint asked, vision to blurry to see who he was talking to.
"You passed out of heat exhaustion about 10 minutes before we picked you up. You were screaming about your father and best friend and how you killed them." A girl's voice said from the drivers seat.
"I did. I did kill them." He said, rubbing his eyes.
"We know. It was an accident after all though Clint. You didn't realize they were your mission."
"How could Fury have done that to me? I was his best agent! I lost everything I loved that day!" Clint shouted angrily at her.
"I know that. I was there. But that's in the past and you need to move on, you knew the risks when you took this job."
"I knew nothing. I was naive. If I knew I never would have done it, I'd have protected them to the ends of the earth. But the real question is who are you?" Clint said, glancing at her.
"Names Agent Maria Hill, Coulson got me the job. First mission was finding your sorry ass in the middle of the desert. Where were you going anyway?"
"Budapest. I have to find someone before they get themselves killed. I won't have that red in my ledger."
"Luckily for you that's where were going. I have to clean up your mess with a few other agents. I assume you were going to save, one Natasha Romanoff?"
"You have her file then. This isn't my mess this is Furies. He wants her dead, he thinks she's a threat to the system. He's wrong."
"I'm afraid I have my orders; find you, kill , arrest you for disobeying Fury's direct order." She said, giving him a 'look'.
"Right, yeah of course. I'm really sorry." Clint said, understanding she wanted him to find Natasha before they did.
"So am I. I hope you can do it."
"I do to. I'm really sorry for this." Clint said, grabbing the back of her neck and slamming her head into the dash.
"I'm so sorry Maria." He said, sliding her into the back and taking over the wheel.