Addicted

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Natasha's POV:

We were sneaking towards the window and i was a bit lost in my thoughts until i accidentally stepped on a broken shard of glass. The loud cracking sound echoed through the silent night, and a gush of wind carried it even further away. We stopped dead in our tracks. Clint looked at me with his iconic 'what the hell' face to which i replied with a small shrug.

Unfortunately a guard had noticed it, because a beam of light lit up from a window above us, and scanned  the courtyard thoroughly searching for intruders.

The beam of light got closer and closer, Clint found a hatch that had a stairs leading somewhere below the building, he pulled my arm and just in time we made it inside.

"Dammit, that was too close." Clint muttered as he pulled out his flashlight from his tactical gear waistband. 

"Sorry.." I whispered back. I was distracted and that brought not only my life, but also Clint's life in danger.

Focus

We found ourselves at the end of the stairs. The only way was through the long and dark hallway. My breath hitched in my throat and a shiver went down my spine. I don't like the dark, and i don't like small spaces, so let alone a dark and narrow hallway under the ground. I gulped and pulled out my flashlight.

"Scared?" Clint playfully nudged my arm with a mischievous smirk.

"No" I stated curtly. Truth is i am scared, my heart was racing, but Clint doesn't need to know that.

We started to make our way through the hallway, Clint slightly in front of me. A faint dripping sound came closer and closer. Great, leaking pipes. This was spooky, like a scene from a horror-movie where the main character was about the receive the scare of their life. I was preparing myself for exact that subconsciously.

We reached the end of the hallway, in front of us was a staircase that lead us back upstairs. At the end of stairs was a hatch that separated us from the basement and the ground floor.

Clint made a move to open the hatch, but i stopped him quickly. I could hear voices. They were muffled but seemed still pretty close. I signed for Clint to wait a moment, maybe they were passing by.

A few seconds went by. Loud footsteps followed by a pair of lighter ones echoed through the building, fading away. This was our cue. Clint carefully lifted the hatch, and we both made our way out.

We were surrounded with walls, grey industrial walls. Pipes ran along the ceiling. Lights were attached to them with threads. The footsteps and a muffled sound now and again still echoed through the hallway, in which we were standing now. We saw a glimpse of what we thought was a person and Clint and i made the call to follow them.

After a few turns the sounds became clearer and more intelligible, they were voices,  a conversation between several people.

"Follow me." Clint whispered as he sneaked inside and crouched down behind some old crates. I followed him and pulled out my recording device. We saw the tall man accompanied by the two other men and a woman accompanied by two other persons having a conversation. I pressed play and recorded their conversation.

"How much longer do you need?" The woman asked.

"I don't know, if everything goes according to plan, maybe two months." The tall man replied.

I was lost in my thoughts again, this was going far to easy, and something felt off but i couldn't tell what it was. Maybe it was the tension in the air, or the vibes from the old building, but I couldn't shake the eerie feeling in my bones.