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The silence between those two was full of emotions. One person was eager, observant, aware and patience. The other was exhausted, mad, partly glad and worried. Both had something in common, they were confused.
In Natasha's point of view, she maps out her way back to the nearest safehouse, who would be the first person to call if this deal doesn't work, how to get out of this complicated mess and what would Hawkeye do next.
In Clint's point of view, he was planning on what to do with her, what to say to Coulson, his handler, to Fury, his boss. He was fascinated by the Widow, why hasn't she made a move yet. What is she waiting for.
" Do you trust me?" Natasha broke.
" No, not really" He snickered.
" Then why did you make the offer?" She asked.
" To see if you accept it or not, if you didn't, you'd end up dead two days later anyways." He answered. Firm tone. " Do you trust me?"
" No."
" Then why did you say yes?"
" Because if you lied then you'd be dead in two minutes." She focused at him.
Clint gazed at her, before he stared up at the ceiling, lying on his back against the bench. The van's back doors was open. So there was fresh air. The other agents was setting out camp, mending their wounds, caused by no other than Natasha. It won't be long before the connection will be back up. Clint was relaxing, he had an excuse not to do all the work, his job was to watch the Widow.
He heard clicking sounds, quickly perched up and saw the cuffs dropped to the floor.
" Hey what are you doin-" She hit him hard in the head, grabbing his hair and smacking his head into the bench. She searched his body, found the serum bottle and took his gun. Didn't left her purse behind either. She made a few shots outside before she hauled Clint out of the van.
She quickly got into the driver's seat before any of the agents could catch up to her. She was quick with a wounded leg. She drove off, shooting back at the agents randomly, to distract them. She was gone before any bullets could get near the tires.
Natasha got rid of the blonde wig, let her hair down, wiped the make up and blood. She looked like regular Natasha. She loved the look.
" Paltrov, I'm back." She spoke through her phone.
" Got into some trouble, no big deal, meet you in the alley, a block west from the hotel yesterday."
Barton removed the tracker from her phone, but it didn't matter because she deactivated before she left the apartment. Barton. She was thinking of Barton. Why hasn't she killed him yet when she has the chance. He was a threat to her mission. She questioned herself. She knew she wasn't the hero, but she would want to be one. How did she got caught in this confusing hurricane anyway. She was the bad guy. She killed more than she could remember. Natasha got too much red on her ledger then she thought. And that thought is what controls her. She was too deep to get out.
She was tired though. She was tired of all of this. She wanted a way out. But she doesn't think that will happen. In all the ways possible, it was impossible for Natasha to redo what she has done. Her shell harden. She came out as arrogant and devious but deep inside, she is lost in her own mind.
The Red Room gave her a hard time. They still continue. They left her to starve. They made her kill the innocence. They killed her friends because they weren't as good as her. They left her outside the cold for her to fend for herself. She thought no one loved her. But then she got used to it. She got better in hiding her emotions. She pretend like nothing happened. She was stronger, but she was half broken. A hard shell covering her, but it can be broken if use the right technique.
Natasha finally reached the destination she told Paltrov. It was still freezing, it was morning but the cold night air hasn't disappear. That didn't bother Natasha. She threw the bottle to Paltrov, he threw her a jacket.
" Your leg?" He raises an eyebrow. He was a browny guy. His hair was dark, with a few grey strands. He's reaching his 40s.
" Nothing to worry about." She denied.
" Mission's done. Vincent's dead. Polzin took care of it. You could go back to the Red Room to get that looked up." He asked with a suspicious look.
" Widow, someone was after you. That someone wasn't from the Red Room. Snipers caught sights of you around the city." He continued.
" Not your problem. I took care of it. He was an idiot for coming after me."
" Let's go back to base. Flight's leaving in 2 hours. Got to wait for Polzin to finished his business."
"2 hours, quicker then I thought" She wore the jacket. " What are we gonna do in the meantime?"
Clint woke up on a bed, but in a car. He wiped his face, trying to get back into reality. His uniform was dirty with mud. His head was mended. Though he felt painful. He saw the doors were open. He saw medics and nurses. SHIELD's medic team was here.
He knew Coulson sent a team after Clint. Coulson was his handler and his best friend. It was his job to look after Clint, and taking the blame for everything he does. Right now, Clint feels grateful to have a friend like Coulson. He also felt pissed off. He didn't know what he was gonna say to Coulson about letting the target escape with the artifact. Clint basically failed the mission. More importantly, how would Coulson and Fury react to the fact that Clint is trying to bring a world class assassin who is a major threat to everyone to work for SHIELD, and he expects SHIELD to just go with it and protect her. If Natasha Romanoff was with SHIELD, there's no guarantee that there won't be any disasters.
" Agent Simon, we have orders, we can't just drop out the mission. It's been less than an hour. According to our radar, the serum is still in Helsinki. If we can't eliminate the Black Widow, then at least we need to get the serum." A female voice Clint head.
" Jackson's got two fractures, Robinson's got two bullets inside of him that's two inches away from killing him. Barton haven't woke up yet and your team is unprepared. SHIELD only had three bases in Europe and the nearest one is two hours away."
" I'm up, redhead's gone?" Clint asked.
" Yes, so is the serum. Agent Riley says we should follow her, but I don't think it's a good idea considering our conditions. Agent Riley's team consists mostly medical agents. If we go, there will be only five of us, which is us with Quimby and Daniel on agent Riley's team." Agent Simon replied.
" Good enough for me, we can go after her, I mean, the serum is still appearing on the radar right?"
" Yes, but weak, last signal came from the town center." Agent Riley informed.
" What are we waiting for? Let's go get the super serum and the Black Widow." Clint took two guns, and prepares his bow. He was ready to hunt down Natasha Romanoff.
