The first thing Clint remembered was falling. The air whipping his face as his panic grew about hitting the surface below. He had too overcome his phobia, he needed to recover from that last accident. He was Clint Francis Barton, master assassin, scared of nothing. Although, Clint felt like he was not slowing down. The parachute was of course working but Clint felt dizzy, he couldn't see. All of a sudden he hit the ground. He slowly stood up inspecting himself. He was okay. He did the jump. Coulson and the rookie agents were already waiting. "We're staying in that hotel over there, Barton, I'll debrief you on your first mission and location as soon as we arrive."
They drove to the hotel in their posh S.H.I.E.L.D car. Hawkeye was sat there quietly, just thinking. He looked at the scars down his bare arms. A long story for each one. Barton sighed, all the time does he have to kill people who are wanted on S.H.I.E.L.D's radar but never before has he had to eliminate an assassin who's similarly skilled as him. He could probably relate to her, he remembered what he was like before S.H.I.E.L.D found him... A rouge killer. But Barton had to kill her. Barton sighed again as the car pulled up at a red carpet leading to the doors of the hotel.
Clint stepped out the car. He looked the hotel up and down.
"Fancy" He sniggered.
Coulson escorted them all in where he talked to the receptionist in Russian.
" это, вероятно, платить вам достаточно для количества времени, мы должны здесь"
The receptionist nodded grimly and the group boarded the lift. There was an awkward silence as they went up in the lift. They finally reached their floor. The rookie agents all went into their rooms. Phil and Clint went into there's. The room was just an average hotel room, pretty luxurious, big enough to live in. There was two separate beds, a massive bathroom, a fridge. Clint wasn't amazed at all. This was every day standard to him now. "So, Barton, your task"
"The place this Natasha Romanoff will be at tonight is this masked ball." Coulson gave Clint some notes and a file. Coulson smirked.
"I hope you bought your dancing shoes"
Barton growled with frustration. He hated dancing and he especially hated masked balls. It was lucky he bought his suit.
"Your car will be here in an hour"
An hour!? Coulson left the room as Barton started getting ready. He started off with a shower. He stripped down naked and entered the hot water. He moaned as the water hit his exposed body. He stretched so it would hit everywhere. His chest, his legs, his crotch area was all hit with the sensational water. He stepped out of the shower and dried off. He then neatly put on his suit. He combed his hair neatly back and left the room, picking up his files on the way.
He left the hotel and walked towards the car parked outside. Coulson was at the wheel.
"Good evening Barton"
Barton didn't say anything. Nor did Coulson. Barton knew the drill. Barton will go in with no bow just a small knife and gun. Coulson will be outside as an extraction plan and the car will have his bow just in case. Such fun, Barton car stopped outside what seemed like a palace. It was grand and posh. There were many people outside, ridiculously dressed up. Some had masks, others didn't. Barton left the car.
He walked inside the ballroom where everybody was dancing.
"so far, not good" Barton said to his earpiece. "no sign of a red haired girl in a black dress."
"Just keep looking Barton"
Barton took a glass of champagne and strolled around. The classical music was getting on his nerves. He wanted to leave but he knew he couldn't. He turned on his heel. Then he saw a stunning literally drop dead gorgeous young woman with red hair standing there elegantly in a fancy black gown that reached her knees. There was a split near the bottom showing her pale leg.
"I've found Her"
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