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She lounged in her lumpy bed for the rest of the day, watching crappy daytime television. As the Days of Our Lives theme played for the twentieth time that day, somone knocked on her door. She flicked on the light and stumbled out of bed as the blood rushed to her head. She groggily opened up the door to find BArton holding two grocery bags. "What are doing?" She asked cautiously, eyeing the bags. "Its just something I do after every mission. Come on, we're going to the roof." He turned around and left Natasha scrambling for her boots. She clambered through a main ventilation shaft, and pulled herself up onto the roof. Damn Fury and his chronic case of paranoia. She thought to herself as she brushed off her hands. Fury had closed off all main entrances to the roof when he became Director. "Are you going to tell me why I'm up here and you're holding two plastic bags...and why you're grinning like that..." She trailed off as Barton opened up the first bag and pulled out an extra large container of vanilla pudding. "What the hell Barton?" He threw her a look, but ignored her question and opened the second bag. Fruit spilled out of the bag and on the asphalt roof. "Pudding or fruit?" He offered, holding out a large spoon in one hand and a small watermelon in the other. "Pudding..." She replied, and cautiously accepted the spoon and pudding. "It's not going to kill you, Romanoff. Just throw the pudding off the roof." He dramatically dropped a pineapple over the side of the building. It exploded on impact and chunks of the yellow fruit bombarded the building opposite them. "See? It's fun. Your turn." She opened up the container and gingerly scooped a dollop onto the spoon. Barton gave an exaperated sigh and gestured for her to continue. She let the goop fall of the spoon, only to see it plop onto the low brick barrier in front of her. She took a small glance at Barton, then looked at the pudding, and then tipped the entire container over the side of the building. She emitted a small sound, something between a yelp and a laugh as the beige-colored treat splattered in all directions. As she reached for a small case of peaches the lights in the building across from them flickered on. "What do they even use that building anyway?" She asked Barton. "That one? They don't really use it that often. They only really use it when there are special meetings and stuff like that. Fury must have called an emergency conference and wanted privacy." He shrugged. She watched as the peach spiraled down to the ground, and glanced into the window that was lit up. A darkend figure paced back and forth and something caught her eye. A chill ran down her spine. She stooped to pick up a watermelon and quietly spoke. "Barton. That's not Fury." "What? What are you talking about?" "Sniper."
He stood still, unmoving, and she wasn't even sure he was breathing. She rose and casually tossed a small melon from hand to hand. "Why is it always us?" She asked jokingly, her head facing away from the lighted window. Barton gave a shaky laugh and dropped the fruit he had been holding. A second later the sniper took his shot and the bullet planted itself within the watermelon. Barton tackled her, while simultaneously reaching into the pile of fruit and pulling out his bow. "Gun, Romanoff, your gun!" She looked at he bewilderedly. "I..I..I don't have it!" "Years of Russian spy training and they don't even teach you to bring a gun everywhere you go?" "I was dragged up here unexpectedly!" She shot back. "Then stay down." He knocked an arrow. "You can't possibly hit him from this far away" "They don't call me the best marksman in the world for nothing." A second bullet clipped the barrier and Barton rolled away. He popped up and his eyes scrutinized the glass window the sniper had been behind moments before. He let the arrow fly and dropped down. The arrow slipped between a crack in the glass and the figure fell. "Move Romanoff!" She flung open the air vent and dropped down inside. A third bullet embedded itself in the wall in front of Barton and he quickly ducked inside, slamming the vent back in place. "That was some shitty sniper." Natasha growled, leaning up against a water pipe. Barton nodded in response. Natahsa started to make her way down the iron wrungs. "Snipers always have partners. And we can't just let a sniper walk off base." She pushed her way through the ceiling tile and landed nimbly on the floor below. "You get Coulson, Fury, Hill, anybody, tell them what's going on. Put the building on lock-down. No one gets in or out of the base." She barked at Barton as she started to sprint down the hall. "And where are you off to?" He called after her. She paused for a milisecond before calling over her shoulder gruffly, "To get my gun."
"What the hell do you mean a sniper is on base?" bellowed Fury. He pressed a button on his desk and a red light flashed briefly. The sound of all the exit doors being sealed off echoed throughout the building. "Take Romanoff and get this handled. I want to know who got into the base so easily." "Yes sir." Replied Barton before jogging out of the room. He met up with Natasha, who had manged to throw on her jumpsuit and grab her gun in a few short minutes, and together they made thier way across the compound. "Where do you think he is?" Barton asked as they passed a training center. "The closest exit from the conference building." She replied. They reached the alley strewn with pudding and fruit chunks and stopped. "Which way? There's one exit that way, and then there's another down there." Romanoff glanced quickly down each alley. "We have to split up." Barton panted before sprinting away. Natasha crept around the corner, gun first. She felt something pierce her neck, making her vision go blurry. She stumbled and fired her gun at random before everything went black.
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