Sorry for the later in the day update. But I had to wait until Baby Clint went to sleep. Over the last week or so, I have been holding him so he could play some educational games. Now, every time I sit at the computer he demands to play those games and I can't work. Thankfully I figured out that we can easily put him to bed at 8 and then as long as I feel like, I can stay up and work on future stories.

For those of you reading today (9-12-14) or Saturday (9-13-14), it is Baby Clint's 1st birthday! So, if you wouldn't mind reviewing him a happy birthday and I can show it to him when he is older, that'd be great. ^_^ I still have the reviews from when he was born and leading up too to show him. But anyways, here is the chapter that you've been waiting for!

Age: 21

Mission: Execute Rescue Black Widow aka. Natalia Alianova Romanova Natasha Romanoff

"I didn't see Natasha much after I handed her over to Coulson a few hours later."

"Why hours later?" Bruce interrupted. Clint snorted and glance over at him.

"The damned monkey stole her gun," Clint said sounding more like a joke then it was meant to. Bruce raised an eyebrow at that but when Clint nodded his head down, Bruce began laughing. "We spent most of that time trying to get it back."

"Did you tell Coulson?"

"Hell no. We went back to her hotel room and packed all of her stuff. Never reported in and just appeared in front of Coulson together as he was calling Fury. It was that reason that Coulson didn't stop Fury from throwing my ass in the jail cells for two months," Clint laughed before chocking on the pain. Bruce leaned forward as if he could attempt to sooth the pain by rubbing his hand on Clint's back. But as a doctor, he knew that there was nothing else he could do to help Clint out.

"You were thrown in jail for Natasha?" Bruce questioned once Clint relaxed back against the wall. Clint smirked before nodding. It was almost as if the archer was proud of himself for getting thrown in jail. Bruce sighed before shaking his own head. It was becoming slightly more evident why Clint didn't really want the others to know his history. He was certainly a trouble maker. Either that or trouble loved to come to him. If it was the later, Bruce wondered if everyone would be as concerned with Clint as he currently was.

"Yeah. Coulson reported that I took off with Natasha and didn't check in. When I arrived with her beside me, not even tied up, toting all her weapons... Well, Coulson freaked. By then, back-up had already arrived and promptly arrested both of us. Natasha almost broke out, just to kill me. But I begged Coulson and so once we reached the Helicarrier, he spoke to Fury for both of us," Clint said with a smile that seemed to spread larger on his face. Bruce snorted as he tried to imagine the whole thing. Clint's smile grew as he turned to look at Bruce.

"If Coulson spoke to Fury right away, why were you in jail for so long?" Clint gave a soft laugh before grimacing at his wounds. Bruce frowned before leaning over and going through the motions of checking over his patient. Clint relaxed as much as he could. He didn't want to tell Bruce that his legs were beginning to go numb.

"Fury claims he forgot about me. But I know that it just took them that long to get Natasha into the system," Clint answered. Bruce nodded. "By that time, Natasha had proven herself as a possible good agent."

"Possible?"

"Everyone was too afraid to go on a mission with her. Hell, nearly all of S.H.I.E.L.D was too afraid to even train with her. By the time I was let out of jail, she had thrown nearly thirty people into Medical while 'trainin,'" Clint mentioned. Bruce chuckled. After having seen Natasha put Steve in his place on the mat, Bruce was certain that Natasha could put down that many agents. "I was only let out to give her someone to train with. When I lasted against her, Fury demanded that we try to go on a mission together. If it didn't work out, I'd go back to jail and she'd be killed."

"I work alone," Natasha restated as if Coulson hadn't heard her the first time she said it since the beginning of the meeting. Clint just relaxed back in his chair wondering who was going to win the glaring contest first, Natasha or Coulson. Natasha had her arms crossed across her chest and her head tipped down so that her glare was just barely visible below her eyebrows. Coulson sat with his arms crossed in a similar manner but his head was tilted up and he looked down on her with his glare just looking over his cheeks.

"Agent Barton is assigned to watch your back. No one works alone in S.H.I.E.L.D until they have proven themselves," Coulson countered.

"I don't need a babysitter," Natasha snarled. Coulson twitched at that, having already felt before that he babysat Clint. Now he had to watch out for Natasha as well? Coulson was almost certain that these two would spell his death. He didn't know when. It was just a feeling that they would.

"I don't need to babysit, but we don't always get what we want," Coulson mentioned. Natasha lowered her head a bit more, showing that Coulson scored a point in their little back and forth. When she raised her gaze back up, Coulson looked a bit more prideful.

"My agreement for working in S.H.I.E.L.D states that I can choose to work alone," Natasha pointed out.

"Your agreement also mentions that that can occur after a trial period with other agents as your partner," Coulson explained. Natasha snarled, thinking back to the paper she had glanced through. For once, she wished that she had spent more time trying to understand all the mumbo jumbo. But this time... This one time, she decided to trust in Clint. Spinning, she glared at him. It was his fault that she was here.

"Hey, don't blame me! I couldn't even read my paperwork when I first signed up!" Clint admitted. Natasha growled this time but knew that it was true. She had known that Clint didn't have a good education before her and it never bothered her before. But she almost wished that he could have warned her.

"So what is this mission?" Natasha snarled darkly at Coulson. The older agent just gave her a nod before sliding two files across the table. Clint grabbed one and Natasha the other. She raised her eyebrow when Clint opened his and began reading. When he felt her gaze, he looked up, shrugged, and went back to reading. Rolling her eyes, she scanned over the documents.

"Natasha will be sent into the ballroom to play with the mark. She'll get him to bring her to his bedroom where he will give her important information. Clint, you will be stationed on the building across the street. You will watch their every move. There are many other groups after this info and we need to be the first ones at it," Coulson began.

"I'm to seduce him?" Natasha questioned, not sure if she liked this plan.

"If that is what it takes. We leave those types of details to the agents. Whatever you feel comfortable with," Coulson explained. Natasha nodded.

"Wait, I thought Natasha was good at that?" Bruce muttered. Clint stopped, surprised at the interruption. He had almost completely fallen back into the memory and lost track of what was going on around him. Actually, Clint was partly surprised that he had still been talking. But his sore throat was proof that he had been talking the entire time.

"She is. Doesn't mean she likes doing it. It actually really tends to bother her," Clint mentioned. Once again, he was struck by how much he had thought Natasha would have told the others. She had once before made it plain and clear that she hated seducing marks, yet she never mentioned it to the Avengers? Shaking his head, Clint continued on. "We headed off an hour later. Arrived at the site about four hours ahead of the party. Gave enough time for me to scout a vantage point, Natasha to get the basic rundown of the schematics, and for her to buy a dress. She told me none of her plans and I never expected her too. but Coulson was on edge. He was used to at least some bit of information."

"Will you use these?" Coulson smartly questioned Natasha as he showed her a few comm units. Natasha paused at them. She hadn't really ever used one before, not that she'd ever admit that to Coulson. But when Clint snatched one up without question, she grabbed one as well.

"Don't distract me with orders in my ear," Natasha snarled as she placed the unit into her left ear and was surprised when it fit perfectly. Narrowing her eyes at the older agent, she wondered when they got a mold for her ear. Coulson nodded, ignoring the looks of surprise at the perfectly molded comm. He wasn't about to explain to her that it was made out of nanotech that wouldn't be released into the public for another five years or more.

"Just so you know, I chat," Clint stated, his back facing Natasha and Coulson. She glanced at the archer before glaring at Coulson. He shrugged and nodded again. Clint did indeed chat a lot on comms. "Just wanted to let you know. I ain't gonna change."

"You distract me, I'll kill you myself," Natasha snapped. Clint straightened and faced her. His eyes looked darker and narrowed. For a moment the Black Widow became frightened. She almost wondered if Clint had been holding back in training. But she stiffened her shoulders and glared back at Clint as if it didn't faze her.

"Give it a try, Romanoff," Clint growled. Natasha sniffed in agitation before spinning on her heel and heading off to get ready. She wasn't sure how long she could hold up her act and so she figured leaving was the best course of action.

"Well, given you're alive, I assume you didn't?" Bruce mentioned when Clint paused to take a breath. Clint shook his head, a smile slowly forming on his face. Bruce wondered what Clint actaully did.

"No. I bothered her a great deal. But it actually fit well into her persona. Each time I distracted her, she used it to her advantage. I don't really remember much of it but I do remember we got the info, Natasha wasn't disgusted with the mission, Coulson was pleased, Fury was pleased and we ended up being set up as partners," Clint mentioned. Bruce nodded. He had assumed as much.

"You mentioned that other agents didn't like her. Is it still like that?"

"Mostly. I mean, no one really cares for either of us right now. A lot of other agents were also in line to be Avengers. Hell, I don't even really think either of us were chosen but seeing as we did fight in Manhattan, no one could argue against us."

"Is that why you still have a lot of problems with S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"I guess. I mean... I was the youngest agent to ever be recruited so... I have a lot of shit on my back just for that," Clint admitted. Bruce frowned. Had Clint mentioned that before? He couldn't remember. It was then that Bruce began to notice that Clint had stopped bleeding. Bruce rushed forward and began to inspect the wounds. "Stopped bleeding?"

"Clint, this really isn't good."

"I know. Hey, why don't you go check to see if you can find a way out. I'll keep talking," Clint promised. Bruce frowned but nodded. Slowly, he stood and headed toward where he though the entrance would be. He was so surprised at finding it, that he didn't even notice that Clint hadn't spoken since the doc stood. Without a word to the archer, Bruce slipped out of their little hole. Clint smirked at the doctor's receding back. Once he was certain that Bruce was far enough away to not hear him, Clint spoke to the air around him. "Coulson. I am so sorry. I wish I could have done more. Erased more. But I can't. I can't hold on..."

Clint closed his eyes. In the distance he heard something that sounded like Bruce shouting. But it wasn't loud enough for Clint to concern himself with. He relaxed back. Seconds later, the shouting got louder. Then there was shaking. Clint groaned as his wounds made themselves known. Slowly he peeked an eye open and his glazed vision spotted Bruce shouting at him. 'Clint, they're here! Tony is right outside! S.H.I.E.L.D is here, we're saved!' But Clint was too relaxed. He smiled at the doctor and drifted back off in time to hear Iron Man's repulsors enter the cave.

So mad... I thought allowed lines through words... I wanted it that the title had some worse as if they were crossed out... Oh well... Hope you enjoyed.

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