Hey Everyone Sorry I have been gone so long. I have had a crazy amount of Tests at school and I have been taking care of some family obligations. So here you go Chapter 2. Hope you enjoy and as always REVIEW please.
FOUR MONTHS LATER.
CLINT-
Another easy mission or so I thought. I was supposed to take out a female assassin in Paris, France. Her alias, the Black Widow. Nobody had lived long enough to get a picture of her. She is a paid assassin that seduces you then kills you when she gets the information that she needs from you.
"Barton, just be careful okay?" Coulson my handler had asked me.
"Of course, if you can't contact me through the comm.-link expect me back within the next three days of the failure." I said that because our comm links have a tendency to stop working especially in the middle of my extremely dangerous mission.
Landing on the roof below the safe house I made my way to a small café where I saw my mark. Young red head, beautiful body, looks that could kill, and she was carrying a small arsenal on her. Except her stomach was slightly bulging, not slightly but seriously bulging.
"She's fucking pregnant and she's still being an assassin." I muttered to myself. Man I would hate to be the guy who knocked her up. He's probably six feet under now. I thought to myself.
A man sits across the table from her and all is well until I see a flash from under the table and the man slump over. She pulls on her sunglasses and walks out of the café. I follow her on roof top, jumping gaps and running across the building tops. An extremely dangerous brunette woman stops the red head and then starts yelling at her. The lady that I have assumed to be the Black Widow pulls out her gun and shoots the woman in the knee cap and takes off running.
"What's going on Barton?" I hear Coulson ask through the comm.
"Widow just shot that bitch from Siberia in the knee cap and is running away, I'm in pursuit." I say.
"The one that got the jump on you and ended up shooting you three times in the thigh?" Coulson asks he sounds distant in the comm link.
"That's the one bitch cost me a week in medical and nearly two months off duty." I say jumping across rooftops.
"We're… up… three days… stay alive…" Coulson says cutting out.
A crackling noise cuts in my ear and the line goes dead. I leave my comm unit in my ear but put it in my pocket when it falls out after tumbling from a five story drop. The Widow goes into a building and then I see her emerge on the roof top on the building. Her sunglasses fall off and then I recognize her as the beautiful woman I slept with in South America, on my "perfect" mission. I attempt to find a place to hide on my roof top but there is none so I take aim. Before I can shoot her, one of her bullets is buried in my shoulder. The only notice I allow my gun shot is a quick "shit" and I jump onto her roof top slightly surprising her.
"Seriously? Black Widow if you want to survive you need to come with me. I know the woman you shot in the knee, if my past experience is anything to go off of than she should be here in about 33 seconds." I say to her, I take aim at a lower building and shoot one of my grappling hook arrows so that I can use the line like a zip line.
'I'd rather die." She says.
"Yeah I know you would. Unfortunately for you, you have to think about your condition, I bet you don't even know if it's a boy or a girl yet and you are just going to take that life away from it? Even I know you're not that cold. You didn't kill me four months ago." I say. Shock registers on her face.
"Fine." She says reluctantly and wraps her arms around me in a hug. I toss my bow over the zip line and we glide down to the next building. I immediately hand cuff her to me so that she can't leave me yet.
"What did you do?" She asks furiously.
"I made it so that you can't leave yet. Also I am recruiting you for my employer. You can both die and take your unborn child with you or you can come with me and keep both of your lives." I say ignoring my kill on sight orders and start pulling her down the stairs of the building's fire escape, when she nods her assent
We make it to the street and she stops. She attempts to whistle for a cab and I shake my head and pull her after me. As we approach a police officer she grabs my hand and whispers to me.
"Make it look like I am your wife. Be convincing otherwise we go to jail."
"Can you believe it? Just 6 more months till we get to meet our little one!" I exclaim feigning happiness; of course I'm not the father of this kid. The police officer smiles at us as we pass by him.
"Where are you taking me?" She asks quietly.
"Downtown for a night." I tell her.
The Black Widow and I continue the act and keep talking about baby things and such until we reach about a half-way point and we stop to get some food because we have been walking for nearly five hours now.
"We still have a bit of a walk." I say as she plops down on a chair and sighs into a strawberry and blueberry crepe. Our hands never leave each other's as we walk, mainly so the cuffs don't dig into our wrists but also to keep up our act.
When we arrive at a pay by hour cash only motel we check in and I ask for a first aid kit and some pliers. The receptionist doesn't say anything but hands us the supplies and we go to our room.
NATASHA-
"So I know you as the Black Widow the ruthless assassin and Natalie Romanov the woman who got stood up at a benefit gala in South America. Who are you really?" I hear the guy who saved my ass ask me from the bathroom, the door is cracked open barely an inch but I know he can see me and hear me.
"It depends on who's asking." I say rubbing the spot where the hand cuff was on my wrist.
"An agent from SHIELD is asking. I want to recruit you." He says, I hear a clattering of metal and guess that the pliers have been dropped in the sink. They most likely slipped.
"Natasha Romanoff." I say grimacing internally at my own name.
The bathroom door is flung open and the guy who saved me and who I guess I had a one night stand with is in the door way holding a pair of bloody pliers and a gauze pad.
"Well than Romanoff, I need you to dig your bullet out of my shoulder." He says. I grab the pliers and have him lean against the counter while I look for the bullet.
"So what's your name? I gave you mine it's only fair." I say as his muscles tense up as the cold pliers enter his flesh.
"Clint Barton, Agent for SHIELD former free-lance assassin." He says gritting his teeth. I tug out the bullet and drop it in the sink.
"You got anything to clean it out with?" I ask looking for some form of antiseptic or alcohol that can be used to clean it out.
"Here, it's not the best but it will do for a day." He says handing me a bar of hotel soap. I wash out his wound and stitch it up carefully. Feeling uncomfortable with the small space in the bathroom and his warm body so close by I leave the room, tossing on a shirt he follows me.
"So if you don't mind me asking. Who knocked you up?" He asks. Then I suddenly remembered his comment about South America, and then I understood it. He IS the guy that I had the one night stand with in South America, the nerd, except he isn't a nerd. He is a fucking agent.
"YOU BASTARD! YOU FUCKING KNOCKED ME UP!" I yell at him after I figured out that he is the only person that I slept with in the few weeks leading up to my pregnancy and the months afterwards.
"What?" He asks me slightly dumbfounded.
"You knocked me up. Remember our one night stand in South America. My birth control failed and YOU are the only person that I had slept with in nearly a month and I haven't slept with anyone since. You are the father." I say spelling out what my brain had discovered moments ago.
"Nope that is not possible. I won't let it be possible." He says standing stock still.
"We can get a DNA test if you want." I say honestly confused as to why he is reacting this way he looks like the kind of person who would be thrilled to have a large family with lots of kids.