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Wokayyy…back to the story.
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Chapter 3 – Remember
Then all is silent….just like before.
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Coulson looked at the folder Fury gave him 2 hours ago and Fury expected his recommendation by tomorrow. He had read the information in the folder where it contained several files inside but only two held special interest to him. He knew the files by heart, actually, memorized the information in them and in fact responsible for making updates and added information in them.
He read the title of the file and frowned.
That's what happened when a billionaire playboy philanthropist who turned out to be a genius in highly advance weapon and engineering technology and had too much money and time in his hands.
Coulson sighed and closed the file. He picked up his phone and about to dial a number when he realized what tonight is. He smiled when he remembered how unsettled Clint was when he asked him for advice this morning.
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'Come on Coulson. You gotta help me'
Clint was following Coulson to his office that morning. He was a complete mess compared to his assassin persona that he was supposed to be. He had his SHIELD jacket and black cargo pants on and his bow and quiver were hung behind his back. His hair was disheveled and the crease between his brow looked as if it was etched on his fore head.
Coulson opened his office's door with Clint hot on his trail and stepped inside leaving the door opened for him. Clint entered and made a beeline to the couch but, rather than sitting on it, he just perched at the arm rest and fidgeting. He took off his hand guard and glove and shoved it inside his cargo pants pocket. His face was scrunching and his eyes never leaving Coulson.
'What is it that you want me to say, Clint?' Coulson looked at him calmly from behind his desk. 'It's not that you don't know her, in fact, you are the only person who knew her at all. You've asked and she says yes. So what is the problem?'
'I honestly didn't expect that she'd said yes on the first time, you know.' Clint's brows were drawn together as if trying to analyze the reasoning behind why the Widow said yes to his dinner invitation. Well she didn't exactly say the word YES dumb ass..but she did say not to be late picking her up. Clint still remembered the way she left him on the mat after she unceremoniously dumped his ass, literally.
'Actually, I was prepared to be turned down.. once, well… maybe twice. But, yanno, she said yes and I was unprepared for the answer. Who would have believed it! SHE SAID YES! And…. I don't know what to do next. So you gotta help me, Coulson.' Clint slid down the couch. Bow and quiver on his back and sighed. It was a pitiful sight if Coulson dare say so and he so wanted to snap a picture of the Amazing Hawkeye fidgeting. Coulson took a deep breath, paused and stared at him.
Coulson looked at him. Really looked at him and shook his head. Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton, a Senior Agent of SHIELD, truly feared by all his peers, a marksman extraordinaire and a world deadly assassin, was reduced to a crumbling high school teen right in front of his eyes. A genius strategist, who could see pattern during mission, was unable to strategize when asking a woman – albeit the woman is a spy and a deadly assassin – on a dinner date. God help me!
So he advised Clint to follow his heart, the romantic one, if he had one- - and let the rest played out naturally. Clint left his office with a pout on his lips –via the duct, as usual – and Coulson was chuckling at the muffled grumbling he heard -'so not the help I expected from you, Squawk!-from the vent long after that.
That evening, Clint stopped by looking very smart in purple shirt (what else?), a rider jacket and black jeans. He was still a nervous wreck but informed Coulson that he will be taking Natasha to the Steak House by the coast. Coulson immediately put his hand up stopping him from telling him what his plans are for the night. He just didn't wanna know of what he thinks he knew already. Clint smiled and shuffling his foot but looking excited all the same. Coulson told him to have a good time and expected them to report in his office by the next day. Clint had a questioning look at his face and Coulson told him that he's giving them a day off tomorrow. So he better not waste it. Clint grinned and saluted him. He turned on his heels and waved off to fetch Natasha from her apartment.
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Coulson chuckled as he remembered Hawkeye whistling down the corridor while few junior agents scrambling out of his way thinking that he was planning to attack them. He sighed and placed his phone in his suit pocket and gathered few files that he needed to review. He switched off the lights in his office and punched in the security code. He would have to leave a message on both their cells later tonight to meet him early the next day in his office. Maybe not tonight...Coulson paused a moment remembering Clint's plan. I'll call them tomorrow...late tomorrow. He smiled and walk down the corridor whistling. Lucky there was no one present to witness that. He still had a reputation to maintain.
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The road was quiet after the terrifying sound not too long ago. An owl was howling on a tree branch and its eyes swiveled at a light that shone brightly at its tree. An SUV stopped at the side of the road and left the engine idle. A lone person stepped out and leisurely walked to the edge of the cliff following the destroyed railing and the fallen trees. He could the car, wedged between two trees about 20 meters down and smoke was seen billowing from its ruined. Other than that, there were no movements or sound from the wreckage.
A phone beeped and a conversation took place in the silence of the forest. The lone person walked back to the car and waited. The owl followed the movements and flapped its wing seemingly unperturbed to the activity below. Its sharp eyes sighted a mouse running between the tree roots and scurried across the road. It launched itself from the branch and its sharp talon snatched the mouse before it could escape into the undergrowth and flew away to savor its dinner.
Two minutes later, another SUV and a dark window van pulled up and joined the lone SUV. About half a dozen dark uniformed men spilled out from the van and started to trekked down the cliff and down to the wreckage. The car occupants were still unconscious, a woman and a man, and they were strapped in their seats by the seat belt. The man's face was covered by blood and a gash ran across his forehead to his ear. The woman's arm was bleeding from a wound on her upper forearm. Small cuts were littered on their faces and arms from the shattered glass window. Slowly they were released from their seat belt and placed on the ground side by side.
One of the men squatted down near the man and checked for other wounds. He was holding his wrists when the man started to stir and blinking his eyes open.
'Wha'.. what happened?' His vision was still blurred but he could see shadows of people surrounding him. He started to feel panic and tried to raise himself. He groaned and dropped his head back to the ground. His ear was ringing and his whole body hurt but the rampant headache that was starting to make itself known caused him to close his eyes.
'Don't move. You had an accident. Your car skidded down the cliff, man. We're taking you to medical facility. You will be okay.' One of the shadows told him while pressing his hand on his chest, holding him down. The man opened his eyes and squinted at him. He saw that he was holding something... a syringe and grabbed his arm straight in front of him.
'What are you doing?' He tried to pull his arm but the shadow held it tightly. He head was throbbing and he felt nausea. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths.
'It will help you to relax.' He smiled at him and proceeded to prick him. The shadow released his arm and started to lean away from him. Another syringe was produced from somewhere and he saw that there was another person lying beside him. He turned his head and squinted to the figure. He couldn't make of the face but the red hair stood out.
Red hair... Few images of a woman flashed behind his eyes. He groaned and closed his eyes tightly.
Red hair...green eyes...
He turned again to the figure and blinked few times. It was getting difficult to have a coherent thoughts and he felt like somebody was pressing hard on his chest. He couldn't breathe and his vision was tunneling.
'Wait…Where is..' He found it difficult to form words and then his vision darkened. His body felt heavy and he couldn't move. He tried to focus on the shadow who was holding his face.
'Don't worry. Everything is okay. Everything will be as it was supposed to be.' He thought he saw a snarl forming on the shadow lips but his eyes were getting heavy. He breathed thru his nose and tried to grasp at the shadow's hand.
'Please…Whe-re …is …she..?' the man tried to form words but blackness had already descended on him. He felt numb and slowly his eyes rolled back.
'Remember Paris.' The shadow whispered closed to his ears patted his cheek.
That was the last thing he heard before he was pulled down to a black abyss.
The sound of a flapping wings announced the return of the owl on the tree overlooking the cliff. It stared at the activity below and hooted. The people and the vehicles were pulling away amidst the fog that had descended down the forest. The owl flapped its wing, stretching to its majestic length and dropped down to the lower branch. Eyes scanning the ground below for more delicacies. He spotted a squirrel scurrying down the cliff and its sharp eyes followed the movement closely. It launched itself and glided down keeping near the ground and grabbed the unsuspecting rodent in a choking hold of its sharp talons. Satisfied that the squirrel was secured in its grip, it hopped a few steps before flew back up to its branch leaving a flutter of feathers to fall down. They landed on a chest of a prone figure laying alone on the forest floor and all the while was oblivious to the feast that was held high up in the tree.
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To those who are not familiar with my story ' Just For You', maybe you wanna head there for awhile to find out a little bit about Paris. Or you may not, up to you…It's ok by me… :))
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