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clintasha

as you could probably tell from the title, clint and tasha may or may not be a #official_thing. guess youll just have to read... whoops.

'did you kill him?' I asked as Tasha walked up to my table in the dining hall of the Triskelion. 

'huh?' she had a dazed look on her face, almost giddy.

'or are you and clint a thing?' i raised one eyebrow. 

tasha giggled. that was new. 'are you okay?' i asked. 

'I asked clint about it, and he totally admitted it and... more.' she couldnt stop smiling, 'so yes were a "thing".' 

'So can i post about Clintasha?' i wiggled my eyebrows at her. 

'shhhh!' she put her hands in my face. 'we dont want anyone to know!'

'yeah thats probably not gonna happen. im probably gonna tell steve, and hes probably gonna congratulate clint and tell buck-' i giggled. 'shut up!' tasha said.

we drank our coffee, and for a while i forgot about all that was going on and that there was the possibility of someone hiding out in my room. 

' i thought we were meeting at your room for coffee, but the door was locked, and no one answered when I knocked.' she said.

'omg. that's why i asked you to meet me here! i totally forgot that!' i chocked on my coffee. 

'why?' tasha chuckled, 'you need a super spy lik me to help you unlock your door?'

'no.' i whispered. 'i think someone might be in there!'

'you didnt lock it?' a lot of people here lock their doors. loki'll turn your sock drawer into a pile of threads if you leave the door open.' tahsa rolled her eyes.

'no, thats why im concerned!' i whispered. ' i want you for back up!' 

tasha nodded.

                                                                                      ****

armed to the teeth with gloks and concealed knives, Tasha and i made our way to my room. she nodded at me and crawled into the ventilation shaft. we looked down through the grate into my room. a shadow moved across the floor, but we couldn't see a person. the shadow looked like a woman with a hood on. tasha silently removed the grate and we dropped onto the floor. the hooded figure spun around and looked at us, obviously surprised to see us. i looked her up and down, just as i had been trained to do. black tactical boots, army camo pants and a grey zip up hoodie. i spotted the lock of black hair she pushed out of her face and the glint of a single blue eye on the left side. 

'who are you?' i asked. 

'the first of many.' she answered in russian. 'we amass a force greater than one the world has ever seen. cut off one head to more shall take its-' tasha delivered a knockout blow to her jaw. we both knew that move. one distracts and one attacks. 

                                                                                            ******

fifteen minutes later, she was fingerprinted, retinal scanned, and blood tested, but nothing could be found on her in national or international archives. she was definitely the one involved in the robberies, and definitely jackie. 

her face was the same, and her voice, but she had a blank expression in her eyes. she didnt know any of us. not even me. i repeated her name to her over and over again. spoke to her in russian, telling her phrases that she had told me many times when i was little, and showed her our matching tattoos we got the day before we left red room. none of it would bring her back. was she even jackie anymore?