•Night Angel•

CHAPTER LVIII - HUSBAND MATERIAL

*A/N: There's a comment about nationalities in the first part of this chapter that in no way is intended or written to offend anyone. I made the distintion that Michael is not from the US and Clint indeed is, which is why he says they are and look different. I don't mean to offend anyone or be disrespectful. I know it may not be, but just to clarify. Thank you.*

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23rd July 2009. 01:45. Belgrade, Serbia.

Sophia's POV.

-Why am I the one wearing the long wig with greasy hair?.- Clint's voice came through the comms and I snorted.

-You were the one who wanted to go undercover.- I said as Natasha turned to look at me. Both of us laughed and rolled our eyes.

-Yeah, well, I don't see Michael wearing a hideous wig that makes him look like a blond Rasputin.- Clint said and I almost laughed out loud.

I was currently on an undercover mission with Natasha, Clint and Michael. We were in Serbia tracking down the leader of a terrorist organization, which was in charge of building biochemical weapons and selling them to other countries or groups. Tonight, the leader was planning on selling them to a couple of Russian buyers.

Those buyers being Clint and Michael.

We had been on this mission for a month now, going undercover and trying to make a deal. The plan was to impersonate a couple of Russian mop leaders and pretend to be interested in the weapons being dealt. We would offer them the highest prize and once they took it, we would meet up, "make" the ex-change and then take it down.

Pretty solid, pretty easy.

Hopefully this didn't go sideways because of Clint's complaints about a wig.

-That is my friend, because my hair is already long enough and I don't need to pretend. You on the other hand, look way too American and need something to camouflage properly.- Michael's voice now came through the comms and I smiled.

Natasha and I were waiting and monitoring everything in a safehouse just at the back of the place they were going to meet up. We were making sure everything was going well and if something failed, we would be there quickly.

-You are american as well.- Clint said, talking about Michael's comment.

-No, I am German but came here when I was 10.- Michael said and I could almost feel Clint rolling his eyes.

-Alright, boys, if you keep going like this, your covers are going to be blown even before you enter the building.- I said as I looked at them through the screen.

-Don't mess up Sophie's and mine's plan. If you do, I'm gonna kill you both.- Natasha said as she looked out of the window to where the boys were.

Natasha and I had been the ones to make the plan and the logistics of it, we had coordinated everything and hoped for it to work without any glitches. Of course if it came down to it, we were ready.

Inside the meeting place, Clint and Michael were already waiting. They were sitting at a table at the back, away from everyone.

The twist of all of this, was they were not actually making the exchange.

We were.

Yes, yes. I know I said we were monitoring, but once everything was settled, one of the men in the organization was going to deliver the weapons to a person on the buyer's side.

That person was yours truly.

While I made the exchange, Clint and Michael were going to take down the buyer, then me and Natasha, the remaining guys, and we had a team waiting at the enemy's headquarters to take the whole thing down.