We had strapped Clint down in a small medical room. We watch as he starts to wake up, groaning in pain as the mind control he was under starts to go away.
"Clint, you're gonna be alright." I nod.
"You know that? Is that what you know? I got...I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out."
"We don't have that long, it's gonna take time." Nat nods.
"I don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Pull you out and send something else in? Do you know what it's like to be unmade?"
"You know that we do." I whisper.
"Why am I back? How did you get him out?"
"Cognitive recalibration. We hit you really hard in the head." Nat slightly smiles.
"Thanks." Nat moves over and starts to take off his restraints, "Tasha, how many agents?"
"Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for." Nat shakes her head.
"Loki, he got away?"
"Yeah. I don't suppose you know where?" I ask.
"I didn't need to know. I didn't ask. He's gonna make his play soon though. Today."
"We gotta stop him." I whisper, sitting beside him.
"Yeah? Who's we?"
"We don't know. Whoever's left." Nat shrugs and sits on his other side.
"Well, if I put an arrow in Loki's eyesocket, I'd sleep better I suppose."
"Now you sound like you." I smile.
"But you don't. Both of you. You're spies, not soldiers. Now you want to wade into a war. Why? What did Loki do to you?"
"He didn't, I just..." I pause.
"Y/N."
"We've been compromised. We have red in our ledger. We'd like to wipe it out." I nod at Nat.
Clint tried to make me feel better but stops when I point at the bathroom. He kisses my head and chuckles at me. When he shuts the door, Nat grabs my hand and squeezes it.
"Do you ever think of Yelena?"
"I do." She nods.
"Dreykov said he killed her...and dad." I whisper. "I miss them...I miss momma. All the time." Nat stays silent, she scoots over and wraps her arm around me. I lay my head on her shoulder and quickly wipe my tears. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." She stares ahead, "I need to tell-"
Cap opens the door, "Time to go."
"Go where?" I ask.
"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?"
Clint walks out of the bathroom, "I can."
Cap looks at Nat and I, we both nod. "You got a suit?"
"Yeah."
"Then suit up." Cap nods and walks off.
"Come on." I stand.
I lead Clint to the small locker room, while he changed I get two pistols and load up my knives.
We meet back up with Cap and head over to an open Quinjet.
A guy stands up, "You are not authorized to be here..."
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Angel Of Death - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson)
Fanfiction(I'm re doing this story, the old one is gone) Y/N Romanoff is the baby sister of Natasha and Yelena. (You are the Natasha's blood sister. But blood doesn't always make a family!) You were taken away from your parents when you were five, Yelena was...
