You've all been so patient, here's the rest of it, two chapters, be sure and read both! I hope you've enjoyed this, and I will be back to write more soon!
-TD
CHAPTER FOUR
Kill first, have feelings later.
Natasha pushed the sight of Clint going over the edge from her mind as she scrambled to her feet. The Baljistani agent was caught off-guard and she swept his legs out from under him. His skull hit the concrete ledge on his way down with a dull crack. She grabbed the gun out of his belt from where he lay on the roof, swung around, and picked off the last three Baljistani agents as they attempted to descend the ladder from the upper story. Only then did she turn her attention to the parking lot below.
The HYDRA agents had pushed a Dumpster up against the wall. Its height cut the ten-foot drop in half, and it was unguarded at the moment. The remaining agents' attention was occupied in a scuffling fight going on around the base of the Dumpster. Natasha carefully maneuvered over the side of the roof, extending herself by her arms until she could let go and drop onto the closed Dumpster lid.
She caught the locked cross bar to keep from rocketing off the edge. Pulling the gun out of her belt, she swung her legs over the side, kicked an agent in the head from behind, and leaped down to finish this fight.
Clint was backed into a corner on the ground, clutching one arm to his side and barely fending off another agent. She didn't take the time to assess her partner's condition beyond that; he was conscious and that was enough for now. There were six other agents who needed her immediate attention.
The fight didn't last long. In fact, it could hardly be called a fight, certainly not a fair one. An angry Natasha Romanoff was not something you walked away from intact.
When the last agent fell, she looked up and focused on Clint. The agent he had been fighting lay at his feet, unconscious and guaranteed to be in pain when he eventually woke up. Clint stepped gingerly away from the wall, testing his walking abilities. She maneuvered around two prone bodies, putting her hands on his shoulders and ducking her head to meet his eyes.
"I'm fine," he said, trying to shrug her off, and wincing.
"Like hell you are," she snapped, moving to his side and putting his arm over her shoulder. He leaned into her, and they walked slowly away from the loading area. They stopped under a street lamp in the employee parking lot. She pulled her phone out and thumbed the screen to life. A few keystrokes and she had sent a request for clean-up and containment, and a medic to meet them back at HQ.
Clint pivoted away from her and propped himself against the lamp post. Natasha fiddled uselessly with her phone for a minute more, watching him under her brows. He was holding his arm again; seeing it in the light, she could tell it was broken, and badly. He had probably landed on it on the Dumpster, rolled or fell the rest of the way to the ground.
He caught her eyes and huffed out a laugh. "Now," he said, "do you remember where you parked?"
