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It would have been a lot quicker and easier if SHIELD had simply sent a quinjet to take him to Brazil, but no, they booked him on a 22 hour commercial flight in coach. Just to make him suffer he suspected.

This was a terrible idea.

Best case scenario, she was just messing with him and it was a wild goose chase. Worst case scenario, it was a trap. He was pretty sure it was the later.

His suspicions only seemed to be confirmed when he spotted her exiting the hotel that was in the background of the postcard. Strutting around in a beautiful sundress as if she owned the place and hadn't a care in the world. She wasn't even trying to hide. What the hell?

The woman was living it up in Brazil. She was posing as an American heiress, spending an obscene amount of money on her hotel, eating room service, getting spa treatments, and hitting the clubs every night like clockwork. Again…what the hell?

She was being too obvious for this not to be a trap. Clint very purposefully kept his distance. Observing from rooftops, and he had no intention of getting within a 100 meters of her. She was up to something, and he did not like it.

She was also meeting fairly regularly with a Ukrainian activist. The guy's name was Liev Kuryshev, who had been a royal pain in the ass to the corrupt officials in the Russian government and Russian mob. The guy was smart and had friends in high places that helped to keep him alive.

The Widow could easily take him out and make it look like a tragic accident without creating an international incident, which Clint was pretty certain she was there to do. She was probably offering the guy funding, getting close to learn his sources and then she'd send him to meet his maker.

The girl had almost a three week head start on him; she was probably all set up to her move and was just waiting with some nasty little surprise for the unfortunate SHIELD agent who would try to stop her, she was drawing it out to bring him into the open.

All the more reason to keep his distance if you ask him

After three days of doing his homework and observing her movements, he followed her to a night club and set up on a roof a couple of blocks away. It didn't take him long to find the perfect spot and set up shop. He couldn't use his bow for this because it didn't have the range, so he settled for a high powered rifle, settled in, and waited.

It would be a difficult shot, but he was the best sniper in the world. An impossible shot to take out the impossible to find ghost that haunted SHIELD. he'd love to see the looks on the council's faces.

Not to mention the fact that this woman was dangerous and Clint really didn't want to experience what she could do up close. The distance put him in control.

She was one of the last to leave the club after last call. Dressed in a blue and black dress that showcased her legs more than her chest, hair tousled from dancing, and smile on her face as she naturally joked and interacted with the people around her. They were attracted like flies to honey. Leiv was with her as well looking hopelessly in love.

He slowed his breathing. Corrected for wind. Found her in his scope, and tensed to pull the trigger. He had her easy.

Exhale and just…

What the hell?

She was just standing there. It was unnatural how long she'd stayed perfectly still.

Everyone else had gotten into the waiting cab, and Liev was looking at her in confusion. What the hell?

It was like she was zoned out, staring at the ground deep in thought. Clint paused, unwilling to pull the trigger for just a moment longer.

Finally she pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned to look directly at Clint.

"Shit."

Startled, he couldn't help but stare back open mouthed at her though the scope for a moment before coming back to his senses. He swore she was leveling a challenge at him, daring him to pull the trigger.

Then her face contorted into a furious scowl that flashed across her features for just an instant. just as suddenly her pleasnt smile was black in place and she allowed herself to be loaded into the cab and was gone.

"Shit!"

She definitely knew he was there.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He hesitated. Damnit! He hesitated, and she knew he was there…

Move! Move now you idiot! he mentally slapped himself.

Get off the roof. Get off the roof. Get off the roof.

His limbs were stiff from sitting perfectly motionless for so long, and he had to force his body into action; disassembling the rifle and slinging the bag over his shoulder, he vamoosed and got the hell out of there.