"Repeat" said Coulson's voice in Clint's earpiece.
"I've found the black widow" Clint replied.
"Wow, proceed with the plan, be civil to her, maybe dance with her. At the end of the night follow her. Then... you can eventually kill her" Coulson said.
Barton kept his distance for a while, although, he kept near her all the same. He watched as she laughed and mingled with all the other guests at the party. He thought to himself, like she could be an assassin, she's harmless! Then he realised, he puts on an act to. He knows that act and he's not going to be fooled by it. He watched as she politely dismissed the people she talked to. She then walked of, back into the ballroom. She grabbed another wine of one of the waiters and stood there. She was here for a reason. She wasn't the type of person to go to ballrooms and mingle. She was most likely on a mission. Just like Clint was. He needed to find out more.
Clint slowly approached the red head. Making sure she was alone. He waltzed up to her and put on his handsome charm. He wasn't one for foreplay so he waltzed up to her with his most pleasant smile and said
"Miss, could I interest you in dancing with me"
Natalia looked up at him with her eyebrow raised. She looked like she was waiting to attack but then she smiled beautifully back at him and said
"Why of course, kind sir."
She took his hand and they circled into an embrace. They then started dancing, his and her footwork very impressive.
"Wow, impressive... Miss...?" Clint said expecting an answer.
"Oh, Natalie. Natalie Rushman." She said.
"Well Natalie Rushman, how impressive your dancing is. If you don't mind me asking, have you had any practice?"
At first she lingered to answer. Then she swallowed and said.
"I used to be a ballerina."
Clint raised an eyebrow. This could be true yet she did lie about her name. He knew it was Natalia Romanova or Natasha Romanoff.
"Impressive. " Clint said nodding. He began to study her. He noticed an earpiece just like his in her ear. She kept looking round his shoulder like she was spying on somebody. Clint decided to snoop some more.
"So any plans after the party?" He asked.
"Yeah, I have something to...do." She said Suspiciously.
"Oh well that's a shame, you see I was ready to invite you to join me this evening" Clint lied.
"As much as that sound extremely fun, I am terribly sorry but I am really busy" Clint just nods and then they dance in silence. The song they were dancing to ends and they break up from each other.
"Thank you, miss Rushman. For giving me the pleasure of this dance"
"You're most welcome...?" Natasha begins to stutter. "How rude of me, I didn't even ask for your name."
Clint smiled.
"Clinton."
"Well thank you, Clinton, for asking me to dance" She then walks off into the massive crowd.
"Well that sounded cosy" said Coulson's voice.
Clint smiled, knowing she was most likely ready to kill tonight.
Clint avoided mingling with the other people in the crowd. He'd just ignore people and keep walking on. He luckily wasn't a lightweight and it took a lot of wine to get him drunk. So he was fine. He happily helped himself to the food table when it became open and 'coincidently' The black widow was there.
"I am starting to think you are beginning to follow me" said Natasha seductively but moving fastly away. When she was out of earshot, he though to himself 'you have no idea'. The party was boring and Clint had to endure 1 more hour of it. He would need a lot more wine. He just paced along the crowd occasionally finding himself swaying to the music.
Barton knew there was only about 20 minutes left of the party. People were already starting to leave and he kept Natasha in his eye line. It looked like she was doing what he was doing; waiting for someone to leave. He had Coulson watching through security cameras too. Then Coulson said something.
"I know who's she's waiting for"
"Who?"
"The host and hostess. They funded a campaign to shut down any remaining KGB spies. All it did was send them back into hiding but I guess they now want revenge. Who else better than to send their most skilled agent?"
"Makes sense, I'll keep an eye out."
Not too long later the host and hostess left. Then already Natasha was leaving. She hurriedly slipped out. Barton also did so slowly, so it didn't look suspicious. He left and started running. She already had got into car and started chasing. He hopped on to somebody's motorbike, wearing a helmet so no one would see who he was.
She was fast in her car but he managed to keep an ok pace behind her so it didn't seem like he was following. He then started going really slow because of traffic and lost her to a great distance. He sped along the road when he came to a derilict looking place with a deserted alley. There was two posh cars parked, both empty. Clint bought out his gun and put his back to the wall against the alley. There was only silence. He jumped out pointing his gun only too find two lifeless bodies on the floor. He knelt down beside them examining. One clear bullet hole in the head. She obviously was an excellent shooter. All of a sudden he heard tyres screeching and her car disappeared into the darkness.
"Coulson...I couldn't get there in time... she killed them"
"Barton it's okay, I know where she's going tomorrow, you'll stop her then, just get back to me and I'll brief you on everything. I'm at the hotel."
Barton left the bodies and hopped on the motorbike.
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