Budapest

A Hawk and A Spider Walk Into a Bar

This day in Russia was a particularly average one. Pedestrians yelling at each other, tourists walking aimlessly in the wrong direction; everything seemed completely average. Little did they know of Natalia Alianova Romanova's orders, or a secret agent's mission report. However, the repercussions of their fateful actions today would one day save millions.

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5:00pm

After landing in Moscow, Clint was refreshed after taking a lengthy nap on the long trip over. He had left at night, but due to the time-difference, it was now sunset in the beautiful city. Taking comfort in the beautiful view and reassurance of the bow firmly strapped to his back, Clint leaps from the building he is currently atop to the one adjacent. Getting comfortable in his new spot, he readjusts his hearing aids as he looks at the scene below him.

To the untrained eye, nothing seemed amiss, but Clint was quick to notice the man with a hand cocked around the holster of a familiar weapon in his belt. Clint tracked the man as a woman bumped into him, spilling her drink over his suit and his face tensing in anger. In less than a few minutes, the man dragged the woman into the closest alleyway and the hawk watched his target at work, quickly incapacitating the  man at once. His hand to her throat quick switched to the widow's dangerously charged widow bites electrocuting the man's abdomen. Clint couldn't help but quietly wince in sympathy, no doubt that hurt like a bitch before passing into unconsciousness. Grabbing a key card from the man's chest pocket, the widow scanned her surroundings before slipping back into the crowd of tourists, heading toward the location Clint currently had named in his bag secured on his back.

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The Black Widow looked flawless as she gracefully entered the bar full of patrons, lingering eyes captured by the sight of her low neckline and deadly smile. Taking confidence in the attention she garnered, Natasha had no problem taking a seat at the busy bar, whistling to catch the attention of the bartender with a sly smirk.

"One scotch on the rocks!" She shouted as the man obliged, taking advantage of the sight of the woman before him, before sliding over the drink. Natalia was ever used to the lingering stares, people looking far too long to be comfortable for the typical woman, but the Black Widow was anything but the aforementioned. She'd been placed on missions such as this from the age of 8, her nonchalance present from years of experience in seduction, assassination, and manipulation. Sipping on the alcoholic drink, Natalia allows her eyes to wander the bar before coming across a irregularity, a very finely dressed man lounging against the wall, looking far too sober among the intoxicated inhabitants of the bar. Letting a coy smile slip her face, she took the distraction as it was, a blessing in her dreadfully boring night. The keycard hidden under layers of clothing was the only evidence of the mission she would have to complete this night. An assassination of an informant dealing with child trafficking that Natalia twisted into an enemy she would be allowed to execute, another life on her never-ending ledger. Shaking her head of thoughts of what lay ahead, she approached the man, grabbing his attention at once.

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Clint had never been one much for bars, his abusive alcoholic father much an influence on his displeasure at the setting. But his personal life woul-could not interfere with his mission. Nevertheless, he drank hardly enough to be tipsy as his eyes scanned his surroundings, narrowing  at the bartender making lewd comments to the men around him. Shifting his eyes back to the target at hand, he was alarmed at the presence of his target approaching him, quickly masking his surprise with a smirk, looking more genuine than forced to the lady in front of him.
"You look far too sober to be here, waiting for someone?" She asked as she deducted the reasoning for the man's faux comfort and wandering eyes. Clint responded with an eyebrow raised, "Perhaps my alcohol tolerance is simply higher than that of a woman's." Natalia grinned as she accepted the underlying challenge, "We shall see." Walking over to the counter, Hawkeye and the Black Widow took their seats and Natalia was quick to order Russian vodka with 2 shots of something Clint hoped was less potent than it smelled.