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NATASHA-
"You're turn." I groan to Clint as I wake up to one of the babies crying.
"Kay' go back to sleep." He says rolling out of bed and cursing as he hit the floor. I wait until I hear his feet padding down the hall way before I close my eyes again. It feels like less than a second until I am being jolted awake again but this time it's by Clint.
"Nat I can't calm or feed all three at once, I need your help." He says, I roll out of bed with a groan and I catch myself before I hit the floor but the falling sensation definitely wakes you up quickly.
"I'll take the boys and you can get Charlotte settled, bring her into the living room when she's quiet so I can feed her." I say walking down the hall next to Clint, we turn in opposite directions. Picking up two crying, squirming, month old baby boys is difficult but it's even more difficult when you have been sleep deprived for the last month, and you are still recovering from having three babies at once, and you are sore from training every day to be field ready. I manage and then we make it into the living room. I manage to get both of them latched on and soon they fall back asleep after getting their fill.
"Tasha, Charlotte won't settle down, needs her mom." Clint says bringing me a still screaming baby.
"Trade you."
We pass off the babies and then I get Charlotte to finally latch on and when she is done it still takes another hour to get her to fall asleep.
"Clint, Charlotte is still whimpering in her sleep, do you think something's wrong?" I ask feeling our daughter's forehead to check for a fever but I can't find one.
"Tummy aches probably. She'll be fine in the morning." Clint says taking Charlotte and placing her in her crib. He kisses me sweetly on the forehead and then we make our way back to our room.
It's not a violent shake or screaming babies that wake me up this time, it's the incessant buzzing of Clint's SHEILD phone vibrating because someone is calling at this unholy hour in the morning. I shut it off and then a projection of Fury, or the Pirate as Clint calls him is projected onto the adjacent wall.
"Agent Romanoff, Agent Barton. You are needed by your country and your world." Fury bellows, I freeze, then snap.
"Whisper Pirate! If you wake the triplets up I will strangle you through your projection." I whisper yell.
"Right, you're going to Croatia and Agent Hill and two others will be watching the trifecta." Fury whispers back, Clint groans at what I am guessing to be the memory of Croatia.
"Yes sir. When do we leave?" I ask as Clint dozes off again.
"At noon. Hill will be over at 11:30. Long night?" Fury gestures to Clint.
"They would wake up one every half hour. It got so bad that we had to go on shifts until all three woke up." I groan sitting up more in bed.
"Rest and I will see you at noon." Fury whisper signs off. Literally thirty seconds after he leaves I am dead asleep snuggled into Clint's embrace.
A loud incessant pounding coming from somewhere wakes me up. I get up and wrap a robe around me and then I head to the door where the noise is coming from. I grab the gun I keep by the door and open the door just a crack, and I see Hill.
"Fuck, get in here!" I say throwing open the door and then I see the time portrayed on the kitchen stove, 11:45 am. I run to my bedroom and pull out my and Clint's pre-packed go bags.
"Get up Barton!" I say shaking him and pulling him off the bed.
"What the hell?" He asks sitting up from the floor.
"It's 11:45 we have 15 minutes to meet Fury at the launch pad at SHEILD for our mission." I say pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a tight black shirt. I had managed to get my body back down to my normal pants size and shirt size because I had to be training to get back in shape to be field ready. Clint tosses on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and grabs his go bag and heads to the closet to get our weapons ready to go.
"11:50!" Hill shouts from the living room. We leave the bedroom and head to each of our children to say a temporary good bye. By the time we make it out the door it is barely 11:52.
"Well SHEILD gets to pay for our speeding tickets." Clint says running three red lights, as he steps on the gas.
"12:00 on the dot." Fury says as we approach him on the Quin-jet's run way. "Here's the mission, and you need to get it done quickly, quietly and then you can come back."
I get handed an identical file as Clint and then we board the plane. After take off we begin to read and study and talk through the assignment but pretty soon we begin to doze off and then we fall into a deep slumber, but it doesn't matter because by then we had already memorized the entire thing.
"So we're Agents Rosalina Nikolai and William Brandt, doing a security detail on newly married IMF Agent Ethan Hunt and a one Julia Mead- Hunt." Clint says staring intensely at me as he recalls the information in the files.
"Right and Agent Nikolai and Agent Brandt both were orphaned at infancy and grew up in foster care until we were recruited to IMF at the age of 18 where we were trained and assigned to be partners." I say adjusting the strap on my black tank top that was required of me to wear.
"You are from Russia and I am from America because we are diverse people." He winks at me.
"Фокус ястреба." (Focus Hawk) I respond in Russian and he gives me a lope sided grin as we bounce through the streets of Croatia in the taxi that we were able to get.
We arrive at the hotel that is right across from the pair that we are protecting. In the hotel room we meet Agents Benson and Cary. We trade civilities and then we head off our separate ways to begin the guarding shifts.
"Agent Brandt, I don't believe that we have met properly before." I say to Clint sticking out my hand so we can shake. I have found that introducing yourself to someone that you are going to be working closely with helps solidify the alias that you are using.
"Ah, I do believe that you are correct, William Brandt of IMF and you are?" He says introducing himself after catching onto what I am doing.
"Agent Rosalina Nikolai of IMF, pleased to meet you."
"And you as well." He says grinning and fluffing my hair as he passes me to the kitchen area.
We spend the day watching the thermal heat cameras in shifts of two hours so that we can catch up on missed sleep.
"Brandt, Nikolai, we need you to go out and make sure nothing happens to . He is leaving on a jog right now, We'll keep watch on Mrs. Hunt." Agent Benson says taking Clint's place on the couch where he was watching the thermal camera from.
I nod in response enter the room and change into jogging clothes and Clint does too. We step out onto the street and see the asset jogging towards a park. We begin jabbering in French together as we jog about a quarter mile behind the asset. When Hunt turns the corner we do as well but I don't see him as we jog down the street. As we pass by an alley I feel a hand pull me into it and the other hand is placed over my mouth.
CLINT-
Nat looks amazing in her sports bra and jogging pants that she has on, we jog and chatter in French mainly teasing each other but we are serious when it comes to following the asset. When Hunt turns a corner and we don't see him our instincts begin to kick in but we keep up our French jogger disguise. As we pass by an alley I don't feel Nat next to me and her perfect French insults stop too. I stop and look around but I still don't see her.
I climb onto one of the roofs in the alley and spot the bright red hair of my partner and the dark hair of the asset and they're fighting. With a sigh I jump from the roof and land in the alley behind the asset. I grab him and flip him over so he's lying on his back and he grins at us.
"So you are the agents for my security detail!" Hunt exclaims getting up from the ground.
"What the hell was that for?!" Nat asks frowning at him.
"Had to make sure that you were from IMF. Sorry if you'll be sore later." He grins again brushing the dirt off of his pants.
"What do you need?" I ask not exactly thrilled that he knows who we are now.
"I need you to help me fake my wife's death. She has already had fourteen threats on her life in the past three hours." He frowns and pulls out one of the letters.
"Can't do that. That's not our orders." Nat says as I read over the note.
"Let me guess your orders say to protect the asset and the asset's spouse and family. Make sure they aren't harmed and that they get away from this safely. Tell me if I am wrong." Hunt says cockily.
"That's what the order says more or less." I glance up at him.
"Well my wife and I aren't going to make it through this alive without faking her death. I need your help and technically you aren't breaking orders." Hunt says taking back the note. Nat and I look at each other having a silent conversation, a few moments pass and then we turn to Hunt.
"Fine we're in." Nat says.
"What do you need us to do?" I ask and then we hatch a plan. We return to our look out at the hotel room speaking tersely in Russian to each other.
"этот план является сумасшедшим. Ярость придется нам убит." (This plan is crazy. Fury will have us murdered). Nat says to me with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Я сделал бы это для вас, если вы были в опасности, и вы могли бы сделать это для меня слишком." (I would do this for you if you were in danger and you would do this for me too.) I say back then a cough breaks through our conversation.
"Nikolai, Brandt want to tell us what you were talking about, considering you were speaking Russian." Agent Cary asks us.
"Our cover was almost blown by the asset, he stopped us and told us to stop following him. We told him that we were jogging to a café about two blocks away and that we were taking the quickest route there. We explained this in French to him and after we got to the café and he passed it we followed him from a block away. We were just speaking about that. Nikolai tends to speak more clearly in Russian then English when she is under stress." I say lying through my teeth which is the best thing that a spy can do.
"Alright and whom is Fury? Because that was the one thing that I understood." Agent Benson asks.
"He's our handler and we call him Fury because he is always angry." Nat says lying flawlessly.
"Alright. Well as long as your cover wasn't blown. I am going to get Chinese food what do you want?" Agent Benson asks gathering his coat. We tell him what we want and then Nat changes and I do to. The stupid running clothes are super uncomfortable.
"Brandt, can you come in here real quick?!" Nat yells to me from the bedroom. She is almost in tears by the time I got there.
"What's wrong?" I ask pulling her into a hug.
"Coulson called, Charlotte's in the hospital." I say holding back my tears.