Budapest... [Clint]

[natasha romanoff]

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It wasn't supposed to be a suicide mission.

It should have been easy. Get in, get the information from some dictator's drawer and then shoot him in the head. It was something Natasha had done successfully for years and with Clint watching her back she shouldn't have had any problems at all.

But they hadn't bargained on being compromised. No one had seen it coming - there had been a mole in SHIELD the whole time. All of their plan had been fed right back to the mark and his hired help. He had been waiting for Natasha who had gone in secretly through a side door that they had thought had been left unguarded. In the past, every night of the last four weeks they had been watching the building, it had always been left unguarded. But not tonight.

She had killed the guards quickly and easily enough and when she was certain no more were coming, she had ventured further. Clint was going in through another entrance and they were to meet in the office that housed the file. A quiet check in on her ear piece let her know that he was okay, so she kept moving.

The file was exactly where she had been told it was and Clint was waiting for her when she reached the room. Just as she was about to grab it, everything went to hell. There was an explosion that rocked the room, the whole building shook and Natasha found herself flung away from Clint. She felt her head hit something hard and the room spun, her eyes unfocused as she reached up and felt around her. Great, there was blood on the back of her head, not much but enough to make her groan. There was rubble surrounding her and electricity cables hung from the ceiling, occasionally sparking. Pressing a hand to her ear, she activated her comm.

"Hawkeye?!"

Her voice was scratchy and she coughed, trying to clear her lungs of the dust she had inhaled. Rolling herself over, she crawled out from where she had been thrown and dragged herself to her feet, working out her injuries. Possible concussion, several broken ribs, lots of bruises and scratches. Other than that she was in one piece and from the corner of her eye she could see Hawkeye doing the same. backing herself up, Black Widow stood beside him, her gun drawn.

"You okay? We need to get out of here, some fucker's compromised us."

[clint barton]

Clint Barton was nothing if not efficient. He never missed, never wasted an arrow as he took down any guards he encountered, retrieving his arrows just as quickly and continuing on his way. He had the building’s layout memorize and moved easily through the hallways. He kept in contact with Natasha sporadically and reached their destination before her. Keeping his bow trained on all doors, he offered a smirk when she entered, but before he could say anything the mission took an unexpected turn.

The next thing Clint knew he was on the floor, a ringing in his ears, pain in his left leg and shoulder, his breathing laboured. Pushing aside part of the heavy desk that had hit him, he struggled to his feet, leaning heavily against the wall.

“Yeah, just peachy,” he replied when Natasha reached him. He pulled an arrow from his quiver, nocked it and pulled it back, wincing at the strain on his arm. Relaxing it he decided to draw when there was an enemy to shoot, he was quick enough for that. “If we go back out the door I came in there’s another hallway that’s more of a service hallway. Narrower, less doorways, not as many places for them to hide,” he suggested. “Either that or we take the direct route.” He pointed to the window, it’s glass shattered and the frame hanging in pieces.

[natasha romanoff]

Natasha eyed him as if he was crazy as he suggested the window. The drop wouldn't be enough to kill them but it would hurt like a bitch. Grabbing both of her guns from her holsters, she checked they still had enough ammunition in them to last. There wasn't much left, but enough to hopefully get them out of there.

"Are you crazy? If we use the window we're sitting ducks for any snipers who may be on other buildings. If we go the way you came in then we can take them all out instead of them having all the fun. I'll go in front and you can cover from behind."

She wasn't questioning. Her choice of weapons meant that she was better at close range and he had always been better at spotting things that were coming. She took off before she could give him time to object, stalking through the stairway and down through the building. She too had the layout of the building memorised, she knew where she was going. Anyone who came within a few feet of her didn't stand a chance. Punches, kicks and her bullets stopped the men who attempted to take her down. She was ruthless, only seeing the red that coated everything. Blood was splattered up the walls and all over the floors, though Natasha also saw the metaphorical red that was building up more and more with every kill she made. Her ledger was dripping, there was nothing she could do about it.

Not quite knowing how it happened, she found herself cornered, the sheer volume of armed men entering overwhelming. And that was when she heard a click in one of her guns.

"Ебать!"

She had run out of bullets. With only a few left in the other one, she had to use it wisely. Men fell around her with arrows sticking out of their bodies, Natasha glad that Clint was with her. If he wasn't then she would have been dead already. One managed to sneak up on them and Natasha whipped around to shoot him right in the head before he could do any harm to her partner.

Off to the side, Natasha noticed an opening that she had forgotten in the chaos. She ran for it, using her last bullets sparingly to clear the way for the both of them. The opening was to another stairway, one that led closer to the door to get outside. Natasha ran as fast as she could but before she could step foot inside the door, there was a burning pain in her stomach and she dropped. She hadn't even noticed the man she had thought was dead pick up his gun. Hitting the floor, she tried to get back up, but the room span. She felt sick and her vision blurred.

"Ебать..." Fuck...