These next few chapters will be split up by character because Hawkeye and Black Widow are doing two different things during this part of the story, so just bare with me! Enjoy :)

Clint's sharp eyes darted around the room looking for the assistant. He didn't even know what she looked like. After a couple minutes of walking aimlessly around the room, he decided to get some more champagne. Before he reached the refreshments table, he felt a warm hand slip onto his shoulder. He turned to see a beautiful, young woman, who looked to be no more than twenty, smiling at him. She had pale skin and wore a floral, purple Japanese kimono; her long, blond curly hair put up in a loose bun decorated with little flowers and two Japanese kanzashis.

"Hi," she said happily, flashing her white teeth, "You look like you could use a partner. Would you like to dance with me?"

Clint, not wanting to be rude, smiled and let her led him on the dance floor. They began dancing, but Clint continued to scan the room, looking for Miss Theron.

"What's the matter?" She asked, "Did you lose your date?"

Clint chuckled to himself.

"No, I know where my date is. I'm looking for someone else…."

"Anyone in particular," the girl asked, giggling.

"Yeah. A girl named Felicia Theron. I believe she assist Mr. Demeter."

"Well you are in luck. I'm Felicia."

Clint looked at her confusingly. How could this sweet 20 year old be an assistant to an illegal weapon dealer? Maybe she didn't even know.

"So, you work for Mr. Demeter?" Clint said trying to find out more, "Bet that is very exhausting, huh?"

"Yes, sometimes it can be. Especially when I have to take care of birds that stray a little too far from their nest," she said caressing his face, a sadistic smile plastered on her lovely face.

Clint wanted to run and find Natasha. The young assistant smiled at him still.

"So, you know who I am, Mrs. Felicia?" Clint asked.

"Yes, Mr. Barton, I know who you are," she whispered seductively in his ear.

"It's Hawkeye during missions," Clint said trying to get himself out of the situation.

Felicia's bittersweet, menacing smile was beginning to unnerve Hawkeye.

"Are you planning on killing me now, or are you waiting?" Clint asked bluntly, pretending to fix his hair and turning on the Bluetooth piece so Natasha could hear him.

"No, no," she answered smoothly, "I'm waiting. See, you have something that I want…."

She ran her hand slowly up and down his chest.

"Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private to… discuss."

Felicia led Clint into one of the mansion's deserted hallways. She pinned Clint against the wall, pressing her body seductively against his.

"So have you figured out what I want, yet?" she purred to him.

"Yes, I have," Clint whispered in her ear, "And I'm sorry, but you'll have to get that from some other guy. NOW NATASHA!"

He barely got the words out before Felicia slipped one of her Japanese kanzashis from her hair and stabbed Clint's ribs with it. He dropped to the floor, clutching his bleeding side. Clint looked up at the blood stained kanzashi in Felicia's delicate hand; it wasn't a hair pin at all, but a thin, sharp dagger.

"Sir, Barton is down," she spoke calmly into her bluetooth earpiece.

She turned her heel and began walking casually down the hallway, leaving Clint crouching with his wound.