Chapter 2 of my one shots is my take on what went down in Budapest... enjoy.
They had been flown into Budapest, and for the past few hours had been staking out the building. Using one of his grappling arrows, Clint made a zip line from their current building, to the one across the street that they had been surveying. With speed and stealth both agents made their way across.
Clint kept watch as Natasha picked the lock to the stairwell entrance like it was a simple every day task. "How many floors?" she asked her partner.
Pulling out the device given to him by SHIELD techs, he scanned his eyes over the buildings schematics. "Three floors, end of the hall on the left" he replied.
"You ready for this?" she questioned as the click of the door unlocking could be heard.
"As always Tasha"
"Would you quit calling me that, you know I hate nicknames"
"Sorry Nat, I can't help it" Clint replied with a smug grin.
"Asshole…" she said glaring at him, but he knew she didn't mean it. He never missed the subtle way the corner of her mouth turned upwards. She couldn't hide her smile form him. He was Hawkeye after all, he saw everything.
Clint opened the door and gestured for his partner to take the lead. "Ladies first…"
"Always the gentleman huh Barton" she laughed.
"Only for you Sweetheart" he added with a smile.
"Keep dreaming Clint"
"You know you love my nicknames, admit it"
"The only thing I'll be doing in putting my knife in your chest if you don't shut up" she warned.
"Alright, jokes aside. Let's go to work"
The two agents silently made their way down each floor, only coming across two guards as they reached their destination. The first was quickly taken out by one of Hawkeyes arrows, laced with a sedative straight into his leg. While Agent Romanoff took down the other, swinging herself off his body in an elegant and somewhat gymnastic way and throwing him to the floor, quickly followed up by a swift blow to the head knocking him unconscious.
"Nice" Barton chuckled.
Black Widow took a key card from one of the men and inserted it in the door. "Let's move" she told Clint as the light on the lock shone green.
Clint drug the two incapacitated guards in behind them and left them in the corner, so not to draw attention to anyone passing through the hall. It only took a matter of minutes for Natasha to hack the system and copy the data to a flash drive. She tapped one final key to erase the hard drive completely then turned to her partner with a triumphant grin on her face. "Piece of cake"
"Time to go" Clint said to his partner. "This is Agent Barton requesting evac at our location in 10" he spoke into his comms.
"Copy that Barton, evac on the way" came the voice of Agent Coulson on the other end.
After checking that the hallway was clear the two agents made their way back up to the rooftop. "Our ride should be here any minute" Clint said as he made his way to the edge of the building, scouting the distance with his Hawkeye vision.
Before Romanoff could reply the door to the stairwell burst open behind them, half a dozen men spilling out onto the roof, all with guns pointed at the two Shield Agents. With nothing but a quick glance at one another, Barton and Romanoff raised their weapons and opened fire. With great speed and deadly accuracy three of the men were taken out by Clint's arrows. Leaving the other three to Agent Romanoff who gladly put a couple of bullet holes in each of them, but not before one of their bullets clipped Agent Barton in the side.
Black Widow took a moment to check all six men were dead before rushing to her partners side, who was now crouched on the ground.
"It's nothing Nat, I'm fine" he tried to reassure her.
"I call bullshit…" she stated bluntly. "You're gonna need stitches".
"Don't I always?" he laughed.
"Looks like our rides here" she told him, helping him back to his feet as the chopper approached.
As it hovered above them, a Shield agent threw down a couple of ropes for the two master assassins. Before they had a chance to get anywhere near the chopper an RPG came out of nowhere completely destroying the tail rotor, causing the helicopter to spiral out of control.
Quickly Clint drew back an arrow firing it at the man who had emerged from the stairwell to destroy their ticket home. "Son of a Bitch!" Clint yelled as the chopper came crashing to the ground below in a ball of fire.
"C'mon we gotta get out of here" he yelled as he grabbed his partner dragging her to the edge of the building. He fired an arrow with a wire attached to his bow into the air conditioning unit, pulling tight to make sure it was secure. "Hold on tight" he said as he pulled her flush with his body, without hesitation she wrapped her arms around his neck. Clint propelled the two of them off the side of the building and the abseiled to the ground with his bow.
"This is Romanoff, the chopper is down. I repeat the chopper is down!" she yelled through her comms, as Clint detached the wire.
"This way, c'mon!" he said, pulling her down the alley.
They made it three blocks before a couple of SUV's were on their tail. Ducking for cover behind an empty bus, Clint fired off an explosive arrow taking out the front tyre of one of the vehicles, flipping it instantly. As it rolled across the road, the second vehicle had to swerve, narrowly missing it, instead ploughing into a pillar of a nearby building.
A dozen armed men exited the vehicles, taking cover behind anything they could find. They had the two Agents pinned down. These guys weren't playing around, they were well trained mercenaries.
"What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?" Barton asked, glancing across at his partner.
"On three, you fire an explosive arrow at the blue sedan on the left, I will shoot anyone that emerges… got it? Natasha asked. Clint nodded in response. "Right, 1…2…3…"
As instructed Clint fired the arrow at the blue car, as it went up in flames three of the men scattered to find cover, each of them taken out by one of Black Widow's bullets. The two Agents took cover once again.
"Great work Nat, three down… nine to go. You see the silver mini-van off to the left? There are a couple guys hiding out behind there" Clint told his partner.
"Okay, I'll make a run for that car across the street and draw their fire, you take out as many as you can"
"Be careful Tasha" Clint said as he got an arrow ready.
Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted towards the other vehicle, behind her she could hear the tell tale sound of arrows flying through the air. Quickly she launched herself the last few metres and came sliding to a halt behind the car.
Looking over at her partner he signalled that he'd managed to take down another four. Great, five more left. "I'll draw their fire Nat, shoot as many as you can see… go!" he shouted as he stood up firing off multiple explosive arrows, causing the mercenaries to scatter. Natasha emptied the clips on both her guns taking down three more guys as Barton ran to where she was hiding.
"I'm out" Nat said as she discarded the empty mags from her Glock 26's"
"Last one" Clint told her as he reached for the single remaining arrow in his quiver.
"Then let's make it count, I'm going for it. Cover me" Romanoff stated. Before Barton could protest her choice of action she had taken off at a sprint. Clint jumped up on top of the vehicle and scanned the area with his Hawkeye vision, watching his partner in his peripheral. As she neared an over turned SUV Clint saw one of the mercs emerge, gun aimed at his partner. Clint released his final arrow and watched it soar through the air, piercing the man right in his chest.
Agent Romanoff vaulted over the overturned vehicle driving both feet into the chest over the remaining mercenary. As she regained her footing the man got up taking a swing at her. Quickly blocking his attack she countered with an elbow to the side of his face. Slamming her foot into his knee with a sickening crack she brought him to the ground following up with one swift punch knocking him unconscious.
"Nice job Nat" Clint said brushing his hand across her arm with a smile.
"Hey Coulson, a ride out of her would be good right about now" Romanoff spoke into her comms.
"Helicopter is already on its way" came his reply.
"Let me take a look" Nat said as she reached for Barton's vest.
"I'm fine Tasha"
"You won't be fine if you don't let me have a look coz I'll kill you myself" she threatened jokingly
Clint caved and undid his vest, removing it completely. Romanoff lifted up his tank top to survey the bullet wound that was a deep graze just below his ribs.
"We have to take this off" she said tugging at his tank top.
"Trying to get me naked Nat? You haven't even taken me to dinner yet" Clint joked.
"You wish" she countered as she pulled the item of clothing over his head. Using her knife she cut half the fabric into a long strip. Folding the rest of the material she pressed it against his wound and tightly wrapped the other half around his torso holding the makeshift bandage firm against his body.
"Thanks" he smiled as she helped him back to his feet.
"If I ever come back to Budapest, it'll be too soon" Clint said as he casually wandered down the half demolished street with his partner at his side.
"I second that" Romanoff replied with a slight grin.
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