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Mr and Mrs Barton - Part 5

Clint:

He hears Phil's voice in his ear, and is glad for the distraction. The desert is very dull, very sandy, and very hot. "Still bored, Phil." Clint muttered, looking out into the fields of sand for the tale tell sign of an incoming vehicle.

"You were a top military sniper, Clint." Phil admonishes his agent. Unlike Clint, Phil is in a nice, cool, station at the safe house. "I'm sure you can entertain yourself."

Yeah, right. Clint may be able to put his natural tendencies to be annoying when on the job, but the waiting part when he has someone to complain to? Yeah, so not going to happen. "Come on, Phil. Twenty questions."

Phil doesn't respond, and Clint fights the urge to pout. Not like anyone is going to see him in his nest. Seriously, it took forever to find this place in the middle of the desert. Or semi-desert. Whatever. It's hot and filled with sand, it's a desert.

He sees something in the far off distance, "Yo, Phil." He barely makes out an off road vehicle headed his way. "What time is the target supposed to be coming through?" He sure it's not for another twenty minutes, so he shouldn't be seeing anything for another five.

Phil's voice comes over the intercom with slight static. "Not for another twenty-five minutes. What's going on there, Hawkeye?"

"Maybe a civilian." Clint tells his handler, his eyes still on the vehicle headed his way.

The static is getting stronger, and Clint has trouble making out Phil's voice. "Need backup?"

"Naw." Clint already as an arrow at the ready. Nothing lethal, but the thing would knock whoever was headed his way on their back for a few hours. "I got it." He lines up the shot, waiting for the person to either keep going or to stop.

Non-lethals until lethal is needed. His rules.

Natasha:

If they had informed her of the target before this late date she would have already taken the kid out. Instead, she's playing catch up with the security team instead of being a part of it.

She was happy that her handler gave her the vehicle at least to get her this far. Sometimes they just give her target and a place to take them out, and she has to go the rest of the way. This time she has a place, a vehicle, and a weapon. The weapon is a lot bigger than what she usually likes, but it'll work for this.

A rocket launcher. A sure fire way to take out a large group of people, or a very large vehicle. A bit overdone, but what her handler wants, he gets.

She pulls the off road vehicle to a stop, and is about to grab the rocket launcher when an arrow land by her feet and a billow of smoke comes out of it.

Wait...an arrow? Who uses arrows anymore?

Quick reflexes have her covering her mouth and nose before the smoke has a chance to completely enter her lungs. She feels a little drowsy, but she fights it. This isn't the time. She has to take out the threat and whoever shot at her.

Figuring out trajectories from an arrow is a lot different than from that of a bullet. She looks back and makes out a small outcropping. There she can make out a reflection and shoots at it before turning and shooting at the jeep heading her way.

She misses, and doesn't have time to reload this time. She's back on the vehicle, but doesn't forget the arrow shaft left behind.

Clint:

He digs his way out of the remains of his nest and looks out of it with a laugh. "Hey, Phil?" He calls over his intercom.

It takes a moment, but Phil's voice is answering. "What happened?" Only Clint and a few others would be able to hear the tenseness in Phil's usual bland voice. Phil works on always being in control.

"Hot chick blasted me out of my nest." Clint laughed at that, even as he struggles through the mess to look for the arrow he leased earlier.

Phil's tone is back to dry, all of the terseness gone from it. "You're married, Clint."

"Yeah, yeah." Clint climbs his way back to the place where he shot the arrow and only finds a blaster behind. "Doesn't mean I'm dead." He turns the gun over a few times. "Seems like she's from Hydra. I'll draw a sketch when I get back."

"No need." Phil tells him. "We have security footage from the camera on your gear."

"Spying on me, Phil? I'm hurt." Clint is looking around for his ride. It should be there soon.

"It'll be removed promptly." Phil's voice is dry at that, and Clint couldn't stop the smile. "And the tech has been reprimanded."

Clint chuckled as the helicopter touches down next to him. "I love you too, Phil."

"Get in the helicopter, Hawkeye."