This is kind of a short chapter, but there is A LOT that happens in it. This is more of an Interrogation scene, but the next chapter will actually be the fight between the three of them. I hope you enjoy! :D

Natasha helped Clint limp out of the hallway and into the party ballroom. To both of their surprises, Felicia was there, kneeling next to the body of her dead boss, rummaging through his suit pockets. She turned quickly to face the agents, a look of shock spread across her face.

"Well, well," she said coyly, slowly standing up, "I thought you two would have run off by now."

"Funny, we were thinking the same thing about you," Natasha snarled at her as she supported Clint.

Felicia laughed sadistically, "Well what happens now? Are you going to tie me up and threaten me for the information?"

"Yeah, don't mind if we do. Nat?"

Before Felicia could even react, Natasha punched her hard in the head and dragged across the marble floor by her blonde hair. She slammed Felicia's body against one of the party guests chair and held her by her shoulders.

"Hawkeye, I'm going to go and find some rope to tie her up. Keep an eye on her and if she so much as coughs, shoot her right between the eyes," Natasha said running off.

Clint nodded and drew out and arrow and his bow from his deep suit pocket. He unfolded his bow and notched his arrow.

"Well here we are, alone again," Felicia smiled innocently at Hawkeye.

"Not for long," Hawkeye said coldly.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," Felicia purred sarcastically, reaching out to Clint's bloody side.

Clint flinched and immediately drew his bow completely, pointing it directly at Felicia's face.

"Don't," he commanded sternly.

"It seems strange doesn't it?" Felicia asked

"Doesn't what?"

"Well, you were sent to kill Natasha, who was working with a secret agency at the time. Why? Why would they send someone like you to kill someone like her? Then you spared her and made her your partner. And now, she has gained your trust somehow," Felicia said crossing her legs and resting her hands gracefully on top.

"What are you getting at, Theron?" Clint asked lowering his bow slightly.

"Stay close to your friends, but even closer to your enemies. Women like Natasha can never be trusted and always have a dark layer beneath their pretty face. Where did Natasha get the information about us? How did she even know about this party tonight?"

A sick, twisted smile crept onto Felicia's face.

"What if little Miss Natasha's been working with us all along? What if the only reason that has been getting close to you over these past few weeks is because she wants to find the same information that you're trying to get out of me.

Clint couldn't believe what he was hearing. Natasha wouldn't do this to him; she couldn't do this to him.

"Why would Natasha be trying to get information out of me about weapons?" Clint asked deniably.

"We have sources claiming that S.H.I.E.L.D is building new kinds of weapons of mass destruction, using power from an energy source called the Tesseract. Ringing any bells?"

"I have no knowledge of these new weapons you're talking about. Why would S.H.I.E.L.D be making weapons behind their agents back?"

"Maybe, because they don't want you to know!"

Natasha ran back into the ballroom with large, golden ropes dangling around her arms.

"Hey Clint, I found these in curtain ropes in one of the…."

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks. Clint was staring at her with a look of complete betrayal; Felicia with a look of sick satisfaction. Natasha immediately ran for Felicia, gripping her roughly by the hair and grabbing her gun from her garter, pointing it directly at her pale neck.

"What the fuck did you tell him, Theron?" she screamed forcing the gun against her jaw.

"I told him everything he didn't want to hear," Felicia laughed.