Clint lunged towards her, bringing the knife down. Natasha dodged and brought up her knife to meet the attack. Clint leaned over the knife, using all his strength to try to drive it into her chest.
"You'll never beat me, Ms. Romanoff." He said through gritted teeth. Dang, this girl was strong.
Natasha smirked and threw Clint off her, slashing her knife and sending a cut along Clint's cheek. "Wow, Hawkeye, I expected more from you. Turns out you're just another pretty face."
Clint laughed and wiped the blood off his cheek, wiping it on his clothes. "Turning my words against me. Maybe I did underestimate you."
Natasha shrugged and then resumed her attack position. "Fight me again, birdboy."
Clint laughed and then kicked her in the stomach, sending Natasha falling to the floor. He sent his knife down towards her, but she rolled away. The knife hit solid ground instead of flesh and bone. Clint swore loudly and then looked up. Wait, where did she go?
Clint felt something land on top of him, sending him falling to the ground. He rolled over to see Natasha straddling him, her knife at his throat. Clint eyed the knife, knowing that it could slit his neck any second.
"Well, I did underestimate you, Natasha Romanoff. Turns out you are more than just a pretty face."
Natasha looked smug and then raised the knife to deliever the death blow, but she stopped, staring into Clint's bright blue eyes. He looked at her with a quizzical expression. Obviously, he'd thought that he'd be dead by now.
"What are you waiting for, Romanoff? Kill me."
Natasha raised the knife again and then she stopped right above his throat. Why couldn't she kill him? He had murdered hundreds of people; it wasn't like he didn't deserve to die. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She, who had never hesitated to kill.
Clint laughed and lowered his head to the ground, baring his throat even more. "You can't do it. Even after all the things I've done and will do in the future. You can't bring yourself to kill me."
"Th- that's not true." She set the tip of the blade onto his throat, drawing blood, but she still couldn't kill him.
Suddenly Hawkeye rolled over and she was the one on the ground and he was the one looming over her. He looked menacing; like an avenging angel. The knife was at her throat and her eyes widened in fear. She was never afraid.
"What are you afraid of, Natasha Romanoff? Do you fear death?"
Natasha eyed the weapon in his hands. "I'm not afraid of anything."
Clint raised his eyebrows and looked from the knife to Natasha. "Really? So you wouldn't be scared if I slit your throat and let your blood run on this floor? Because I would and afterwards I wouldn't feel a thing."
Natasha believed him. She knew he wouldn't feel any remorse. He was a machine; a coldblooded killer. Clint raised the knife and slashed her cheek, leaving a scar that would never fade away. Then he got off her, allowing her to stand up.
"Leave, Natasha Romanoff. Tell your boss that even his best agent couldn't defeat the great Hawkeye. Tell him that you showed him mercy, even when you knew that he would kill again."
Natasha wiped the blood off her cheek and stared at him strangely. Then she walked away, looking back for one last glimpse of Clint Barton. He gave her a mock salute, winking.
"Until we meet again, Natasha Romanoff."