This is it guys! This is the big, big, BIG finale! Well, why are you all wasting your time reading this when you could be reading about Hannah? Go on and read!

Chapter Twenty

Hannah's P.O.V.

I watched Boss (I had started to call him that, seeing as I didn't know his name) make the call. I had wanted to start screaming for them not to come after me, but the gag he had tied around my mouth kept me quiet until he hung up. Now all that was left was the finale. And it wasn't looking good. This guy was ready, and he was going to stop at nothing until my aunt and uncle were dead.

My future wasn't looking very bright either. The puddle beside me had grown larger and my body had grown intensely weak. My head felt light and my vision had started to blur. The man had seen that my condition was becoming critical, and all he could do was smile in satisfaction at his good work.

"It won't be long now." Boss told me. "Not long at all."

Clint's P.O.V.

The building in front of us screamed disaster. The cracks in the walls showed the building was condemned and could easily be demolished by a small wrecking ball. But inside that building was my niece. I had to go in there, even if that meant the possibility of death.

"I love you." Nat said quietly to me. I gripped her hand in response. I loved her more than she could ever know. I just wish I could survive to continue to show that love; to her and to Hannah.

We slowly started to walk up to the door of that building, praying that with every step, we would get a chance to see Hannah and get her out of here. We were taking a step of faith, knowing that we could be shot on sight. But something told me that the Dark Hand wanted to drag this out as long as they could. As we approached, a small slot on the door slid open.

"Hawkeye, Black Widow, how nice of you to join us." The man at the other end said, his voice sickeningly sweet. "Please, come in and stand still for a brief weapons search."

We were ushered inside and we were immediately thrust against the wall and patted down. However, they would be unable to see the small device tucked into my ear. It was one of Stark's inventions. The team could hear whatever conversation we had. If we needed backup, we could get it. They were hiding a few blocks away, ready for action. But for now, with Hannah's safety unsure, they had to law low.

"Sir, they're here." The man from the door said as we were checked by two other guys.

"Right this way." He man said after they were positively sure we were clean, leading us down a narrow, dirty hallway. There were rats and roaches all over the place, perfect for keeping away anyone who would even dare come in here. Perfect for killing someone and no one ever knowing.

We continued on through the hallway, taking several turns like a labyrinth. I was surprised if anyone could memorize how to get out of here. Just as I was beginning to think they were going to kill us by just getting us lost, our guide came to an abrupt stop at an old, scratched up wooden door.

"This way." Our guide said. I knew this was it. This was where Hannah was. And I feared the worst. I could feel Nat tense beside me. The scene before us was one that left us unprepared. I had seen many dying people in my line of work, most of them on account of my own hands. But this, when it's your own flesh and blood, it's more horrifying and unreal than you could ever imagine.

Hannah's P.O.V.

My breathing had become ragged and uneven when the man had gotten a call that my aunt and uncle were here. Even in the dim light of the cemented walls, I could see my skin looked pale. I barely had the strength to sit up in my chair, but my persistence was holding off. I couldn't turn my head any which-ways because I became nauseatingly dizzy otherwise.

"Well, it looks like your aunt and uncle care after all." Boss said to me smugly, pulling out a handgun. "And look here, just in time to watch you die."

"Please..." I croaked. "Let me suffer, not them."

"Oh, I plan to make you suffer." He responded casually. "They get to watch you die, and then I get to kill them off myself."

I wanted to say more, but I needed to rest. Talking was becoming more of a chore because it took away from breathing. For a few moments, it was quiet between us. The silence was drowned out in my perspective because of the sound of my heavy breathing. The reality of what was going to lingered heavily, and I was both frightened and terrified; not for me, but for my family. I didn't want this to happen, not to them.

There was a loud rap on the door and another man's face poked in. "They're here, sir."

"Send them in and go get the car ready. This won't take long." Boss responded. He sounded so sure, so...cheerful.

My aunt and uncle walked in, only to stop stark still as soon as they hit the room. For once, they looked...scared? A surprise reaction for two trained assassins.

"Okay, you have us here. Now let her go." Uncle Clint said, his eyes turning fierce as he met with the guy.

"Actually, plans have changed." Boss informed them, cocking his gun and pointing it at my head. "I'm going to let you suffer by losing someone you care about. Just like you did to the Dark Hand, remember?"

"Don't shoot her!" Aunt Nat yelled, the sound of pleading evident in her voice.

"Oh, now this is something." A sinister smirk appeared on his face. "The great Black Widow...begging! I don't think anyone's ever done that to you before, am I correct?" I could tell she was loathing him at the moment. If he didn't have a gun pointed at me, she'd probably be tearing him to shreds.

"Anyways, I have a better plan than just shooting her. That would be much too quick." Boss continued. "I'm going to let you watch her die. It's almost finished, as you can see. And once I'm done with her, you're next."

They were mortified, but they tried to remain calm. They were trained to do so, but I imagined that their training could only go so far.

"You see, suffering is something that I..." He started to go on to this long speech, talking about something I really didn't care to hear. I had heard enough of his words to last a lifetime. Instead, I had to focus on something to get my aunt and uncle out of here alive. I had already assumed I was going to die. But that didn't mean that my family couldn't keep living.

I thought, and I thought hard. The gun was pointed at me, but maybe I could somehow maneuver my way out of the line of fire and turn the chair over and knock Boss down while he was caught off guard. Yes, that's what I would do.

I waited for a moment, taking the time to prepare myself. If I got shot in the process, I got shot. I was going down anyways. As long as he didn't get a chance to hurt them. In a moment's notice, I gathered up my courage and lurched the chair off the ground, tilting it in Boss' direction. He didn't have time to respond as I hit him and knocked him off balance, falling to the ground. I hit the ground on my wounded side and so did my head. We both moaned in pain.

My aunt and uncle didn't lose a beat, quickly moving in. But Boss was quick, regaining a sense of the situation, and took a shot at one of them. His aim was terrible, since he missed them not once, not twice, but three times. My uncle grabbed the Boss' arm and thrust it downwards, wrestling the gun from his grip. Aunt Nat moved towards me, quickly undoing the bonds. Whenever they were loosened, however, my arms fell like dead limbs onto the floor.

"Clint, this doesn't look good." Aunt Nat told her partner worriedly, her expression full of terror. She gently pulled me onto my back, which helped alleviate the pain a little, but not much.

"Fools. Too late to save your own family. I have gotten my revenge after all." Boss said with a laugh. That's when I heard a gunshot.

"Clint?" Aunt Nat looked at him as he held the gun, aiming right at Boss.

"He tried to pull another gun on me." Uncle Clint said. Obviously Boss didn't intend on going to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, so he had concealed another weapon for safekeeping. Uncle Clint took his focus off the dead criminal and turned his attention to me.

"Hey, kid." He said, his voice soft, but his eyes worried. "Help is on the way, don't worry." He must have called in the other Avengers somehow, but I knew it was too late for me. That stunt with the chair had taken every bit of energy I had left. And now, I was starting to fade.

"I'm so sorry." I said frantically, knowing my time was short. I had to make up for lost time before it was too late to compensate for the pain I had caused them both. "About everything."

"It's alright." He assured me, stroking my hair gently. "It's alright."

"I don't hate you." My vision was starting to turn black. "I love you...both of you." I knew I had to say it before I was gone forever.

"We know." Aunt Nat replied. I thought I saw a few tears well up in her eyes. "We love you, too."

"You hear that, Hannah? We love you." Uncle Clint said, a smile on his face, but his voice desperate.

I had done what I needed to do, said what I needed to say. And now, I knew I could go.

"Don't go to sleep." Aunt Nat said quickly as my eyes started to close from exhaustion.

But the desire to close my eyes was so tempting. I was so tired. The loss of blood had also started to take its toll on my brain. I started to slip from any concept from reality, my thoughts shifting miles away from here.

"Dad's waiting for me. I have to go see him." I said softly. Heaven, right? That's where Dad was at. But I had to close my eyes to go see him. I felt so torn. My aunt and uncle were still here, but what about Dad? He had to be missing me. And I knew I couldn't have both.

"No!" Uncle Clint yelled urgently. "Not yet. Please."

"I think I see Dad." I was envisioning him in my mind, but to me, it was just as real as seeing him in the flesh. And he was smiling. Oh, how I missed that smile.

"Hannah, please, don't do this." I could hear someone begging in the distance, but I ignored them.

"Hi, Daddy." I said, managing a small smile. I started to close my eyes and instantly, everything went dark.

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