I was going to have her call Sharon, but I have read that in another fic, so I went with Clint instead
Who could face claim Madame B and Dmitri?
I don't like this chapter...
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I said too much, it overflowed Why do I always spill?
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Natasha watches them head towards the conference rooms, but she doesn't follow. Instead, she pulls out her phone, typing in the familiar number. She immediately hears the dialing tone.
He answers on the third ring.
"Hey," She takes a deep breath, "Clint."
Clint closes his eyes, resting his head against the side of the van. The van needed gas after he stopped to get Wanda from the compound and Lang, the ant guy. It's dark and the other two are sleeping in the van, though Wanda seems restless.
"Hey... Nat."
"Clint," Natasha pauses, forcing herself to get straight to the point. "I know you know where they are, and I need you to tell me where."
"Natasha..." he starts.
"Ross gave us thirty-six hours to bring them in, and if we fail, they shoot to kill." Natasha's voice hit hitches over the line as she takes a deep breath, "Please, I need you to tell me where they are. Once the guns come out, there's nothing else I can do."
Clint glances down at the ground, the old gas station has only two pumps and their ground isn't concreted, it's dirt. He digs his shoe into the ground, hearing the shift in her tone. She's going to find them anyways, she probably already has a backup plan.
"Nat... listen, I really want to tell you..."
He trails off, and she cuts in before he has the chance to continue. "Clint, if we don't bring them in they're going to kill them! I can't... he can't die, Clint. I need you to tell me where they are."
Clint pauses, storming through the theories in floating through his mind. She's not normally this panicked. It's scaring him.
"You love him," he realizes.
"I..." she stutters, and he knows he's right. "Look, we are not exactly talking right now. He's pissed at me, and I deserve it. Please, let us bring him in."
"Ok..." he trails off, "Promise me, this isn't some type of ambush."
"It's just Tony and me, with a couple of friends as backup. There will be no government involvement." Natasha smiles lightly, "I promise."
