Addicted

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Natasha's POV:

Clint en i sat all day waiting in an undercover vehicle, just a few yards away from a black SUV we were shadowing. We suspected that the vehicle belonged to the man we were ordered to follow. The man had some sort of link with a dangerous group of fighters. The leader of them was a woman named Nicky, we suspected that the man had some sort of connection to her.

It was already getting dark, and we almost thought we got nothing until i saw someone. I straightened myself in the seat and watched fully focused.

"We've got movement on the right. I think it's him."  I informed Clint who sat next to me in the car, in the drivers seat.

"Copy that." We both watched a tall man, accompanied by two others, step inside the vehicle and drive off. 

"We're going in pursuit." Clint plainly stated. He waited a moment and let a car pass, before following the black SUV. We needed to remain unseen, otherwise it could compromise the mission.

We were following the car a while now and the silence in the car became awkward. So Clint decided to speak up.

"Have you heard from her?" He asked cautious.

"Hmm?" I hummed confused. I kept my gaze outside, scared that Clint could see the pain in my eyes. Because as a matter of fact i haven't and it's my fault, because i should be the one calling her, since i have her number.

"Nat you should-" he started. But i interrupted him quick.

"Don't" I growled as i kept looking outside. I felt his eyes burning in the side of my face, but ignored it. I didn't want a lecture. I wasn't mad at him, i was mad at myself. I hadn't got the courage to call her and ask her about what Bruce had said and if it was true.

The car was filled with silence once again, the sound of the car on the background. I had filtered it out and heard only the sounds of the soft rain drops hitting the windshield, mixed with the sound of the soft wind blowing through the trees that stood on either side of the road. The moonlight lit up the road, as there were no streetlights. The road changed, we were going farther out of the city and into the countryside.

After a few minutes on the countryside road, the car in front of us stopped at a run down factory building. It looked abandoned, but was protected well, tall fences covered the property. Weeds growed everywhere, on the sides of the wall, around the fence even on the roof were patches. Clint parked the car on a secluded spot. Out of sight but still close enough if we needed to evacuate.

The tall man got out of the car, followed by the two other men, and made his way towards the building. He used the frontdoor, which meant he had a key and owned it or knew the owner of it.

Clint grabbed his bow and arrows and got ready, he checked the tips of the arrows multiple times till he was sure they were in a good condition. I checked my guns, unloaded them, cocked them and shot to check if the weren't jammed. I counted the bullets and loaded them back up. I strapped them to my thighs and checked my knifes. Everything was ready, i was ready.

"Ready?" I looked expectantly at Clint. He nodded and we made our way to the building. We made sure to stay as far as possible away from the actual building and close to the side of the fence.

Clint stopped abruptly and waved for me to stop and follow him. He pointed on a weak spot in the fence, people had made a hole in it and didn't cover it back up properly, so it was easy for us to break it again. After we crawled inside we found ourselves on the other side of the gate on the courtyard of the building. We sneaked towards the wall and pressed ourselves against it. If we stayed close to the wall, the chances of us being spot from a window above us were smaller.