A Hero's Journey

Budapest

About a month later, they were in Budapest, Hungary, scoping out who Nat said was the leader of the Red Room. Well, Nat was, he was on a rooftop along with Barton somewhere around the building.

"Five story building?" Ghost asks, looking down at it.

"Yes." He gets from the other side, Nat being the one to answer. They had lined the whole building with explosives. This was a final test of sorts for Nat, to join SHIELD. This was Nick sucking up to Ghost. Wouldn't work.

"Of course, it is."

"We need confirmation Dreykov's in the building." Clint says.

Ghost moves to the edge, looking down as a car pulls up. "His car is pulling up now." Nat tells them.

The door opens and to Ghosts shock, a little girl steps out, and he looks down at the car Nat is in, slightly horrified. She wouldn't...

They both seemingly watch as the girl goes into the building and goes up, both of them seeing her step up to a window. Nat... there are other ways. Though, who knew if we might get this opportunity again?

"Natasha, we clear?" Clint asks, Ghost choosing to stay silent. This wasn't how this was supposed to go...

"All clear." Nat answers, and he looks down. He couldn't watch. He hears the boom of the explosions, the eardrum shattering sounds filtering through his ears as he looks down.

Then he hears alarms, and a lot of trucks heading their way. He looks up, seeing the building ablaze. He speaks into his earpiece, Caity bringing up response radios. "We have to go, now. We have Hungarian Special Forces heading our way." He says, getting to the edge of the building and jumping to the next one.

"Pick me up, Natasha." Clint says, sprinting from where he was placed to the nearest road.

Once Nat has him and starts driving, when he sees her drive down the street, he is next to, he jumps off and onto the roof of the car. Clint makes a sound of shock as he looks up.

A blockade in front of them has Nat swerving, Ghost rolling across the roof before recovering enough to grab onto the nearest window and swing himself through it, landing in the backseat, glass breaking in the process.

Ghost pulls a gun, facing backwards and firing a shot through the window, the metal made bullet flying through the grille of the armored truck and hitting the engine, stopping it. "We're going to have to stop eventually!" Ghost says, aiming at a sniper on a building and taking the shot, tagging the guy on the shoulder, forcing the shot go wide.

"Where!?" Clint asks, firing an arrow up at someone on a roof.

"I don't fucking know, Clint! Somewhere!" Ghost responds, hitting someone in the street with a bullet.

"Boys! Stop arguing! I can't focus with you two yelling in my ear!" Nat tells them.

"You're yelling too!" Clint defends.

"Shut up!" Ghost shouts. "I have a place to hide around four blocks away from our current location. Bad news though, Hungarian Special Forces have set up a road fortress on the way. So, expect a firefight." A second. "Man, Nick isn't going to be happy... whatever. He deserves it." Ghost mutters.

"Which direction?" Nat asks, swerving to the right and hitting two men with rifles, all of the ones in the car ducking before they could get a shot off. While driving away, Ghost tags them in their knees before punching the back window out. The bullet holes made too many cracks which obstructed his vision.