•~Die For you~•

Chapter 18- Ronan

-1 Year Later-

Chloe stared out her bedroom window at the field where a few new agents were training. That was the 'fun' thing about the compound. Having new agents stopping by in the training room or getting lost and having to ask for help. Chloe was pretty irritable these days and word must of got around because of an agent found themselves across her, they'd turn and walk the other way. Chloe liked it that way. If it wasn't her family, she had no interest in talking.

"Miss Romanoff. Your presence is requested in the Natasha Romanoff's office." A robotic voice made the young woman jump. "I'll be there in two seconds, FRIDAY." Chloe responded, getting up from bed. Okay so she spoke to her family and their robots.

Chloe entered her mother's office and dropped down into the chair that was unoccupied. "You needed me?" She asked.
"I need to talk to you about something important." Natasha said.
"All conversations that start like that end well." Chloe said sarcastically.
"Shush. Anyways, there's a group of new recruits in a secure location at the moment and they need someone to go pick them up. All other agents are too busy and since the Avengers aren't exactly a thing anymore...no one else can. So could you go pick them up?" Natasha asked, a pleading look on her face.

Chloe sighed and rolled a pen lid around the desk. "Sure. Not like I have anything better to do." Chloe agreed with a shrug. "Thank you so much! It was gonna be a real pain if you said no. Your jet should be ready now so I'll see you in a few hours." Nat grinned. "Alright. Love you mama, see you later." Chloe said before making her way to the hangers where the jets were stored.

She found the co-ordinates on the jet and made her way to the location. She stepped off and entered the building where the agents were supposed to be. Some stingy warehouse was a weird place but it was supposed to be secret so Chloe shrugged it off. "Hello?" She called out softly. There was no answer. "God, what the hell is that smell?" Chloe stood in the middle of the room and met out a sigh. "Hellooo? Am I early?" She called out again, this time a little louder. "More like too late, bro." A bullet whistled past Chloe's ear and she ducked down. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

A man dressed in a red tracksuit came out of the shadows, firing another bullet. Chloe avoided the attack by rolling away. "Oh that's where you were. Shit." Chloe mumbled as she rolled past some barrels and spotted the bleeding out bodies of the Agents she was supposed to collect. "Well now I have a good excuse to hurt you, little red riding hood." Chloe jumped up from the floor and used a web to disarm her opponent. "I kid bro. It was a joke. Don't hurt me. Please?" The man began walking backwards.

Chloe gasped as a blade ripped through his stomach. Chloe bolted and climbed to the ceiling so she wouldn't be seen. A man in a black and gold hood stepped out into the open. He looked around, eyes setting on the dead agents. "Dammit." He grumbled. Why did that voice sound so familiar. "Ronan is in here bro!" Four more tracksuit wearing men ran into the room.

Chloe watched from the ceiling as 'Ronan' killed the four men who had swarmed the room. He also killed the other two who had fallen behind. Chloe decided to try her luck at finding out who this guy is. She webbed his weapon, making it clatter to the ground. His eyes snapped up to meet Chloe's. "Barton?" She questioned.

"Chloe! What are you doing here?" The masked figure looked around for a second before pulling his mask down. "Oh my god, Clint. What the hell are you doing?" Chloe demanded, dropping to the floor. "You didn't answer my question." Clint said.
"I think mine is a little more important right now, Ronan." Chloe retorted.
"Fair point. What I'm doing is trying to protect people. These men work with the mafia, I'm putting in my hand at stopping them." Clint explained.

"What mafia are they part of?" The brunette woman in front of him asked. "The tracksuit mafia." Clint told her. "Oh that's so on the nose. So boring." Chloe shook her head.
"Yeah, whatever. Now answer my question. What are you doing here?" The older man asked again. "Mum sent me here to collect the new agents but...looks like I'm returning empty handed." Chloe said sadly, her eyes shifting back to the dead agents.

"Sorry I couldn't stop them. I'll deal with the bodies and anyone else who might show up. Get back to the compound where it's safe." Clint instructed, pulling his mask back up. "Alright. Thanks, Ronan." Chloe smiled before turning on her heel and heading back to her jet.

She landed back at the compound and sped walked back to Natasha's office. Natasha looked up in surprise at the sudden entrance. "You took longer than expected, I was getting worried. Everyone alright?" The redhead questioned. "No one is. The agents were killed by some mafia members." Chloe said as she dropped back into her chair. "Oh god that's horrible. You dealt with the mafia members right? You weren't hurt?" Natasha leaned forward to check her daughter for any cuts or bruises. "I'm fine. Someone else dealt with them for me." Chloe reassured her.

Natasha furrowed her brows. "Well who took care of them?" She questioned.
"Ronan." Chloe spoke. She searched her mother's face for any look or hint of understanding. She found it. "I see. You saw who...?" She trailed off slightly. Chloe gave her a nod in response. "Is he alright?" Natasha asked quickly. "Lookin good. Still the same old grump." Chloe nodded. Natasha nodded slowly, a big smile forming on her face. "Good. You'd better start on the report by the way. I'm sure the other agents would want to know what happened." Natasha said. "I'll start it now." Chloe nodded. She gave her mum a hug before leaving her office to start the report.