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Mr and Mrs Barton Part 17

Clint:

The Council using private contractors really threw a wrench in whatever plan Clint had to push forward from this point. He had thought that it would be a simple fix, sort of. Mostly, go in, threaten the idiot (maybe have to kill a few people), and everything would be fixed. At least if his plan went as well as it sounded in his mind.

He knew a person who knew a person who could at least talk to the council and recommend getting the price taken off their heads. That doesn't mean that Nat will want to go through with the plan.

"We need a plan." Natasha is typing away at something on the computer she still had ahold of. Maybe looking for alternates to a plan that originally would have worked perfectly.

Clint grabs an ear piece, "I may already have one." He didn't elaborate, but he pushed the button to contact his handler. "Phil? It's the Council. Mind getting them off my tail?"

"Will do. Any other assistance, Hawkeye?" Clint knows Phil is probably just a bit upset with him by that tone. Or he could be in the middle of something. Either one is possible with that tone.

"Nope." Clint turns off the com and turns to his wife with a smile. "I have someone working on the council. The problem is the private contractors."

Natasha types some more on the computer before slamming it shut in anger. "We have to take them all out." Now that is an impossible plan.

But she does have a point. Private contractors aren't centralized with a head leader that can be threatened off. Or replaced by someone that was easily so. The only sure fire way of making them stop was to make it a group attack. Basically, take out every single one of the foes.

He holds out his hand, already pushing around the pieces to find the best option. "What were you looking for?"

Her look tells him that she thinks he's a moron, but most people have thought that at least once in his company. "Safe house. Or a place to set a trap." They each knew different parts of their city more intimately than the other.

She knew the politicians, and he knew the slum lords.

He opens up the computer to look over the map. "There." He points at a mall that he knows shuts down early. "Nobody is in there after eight. Even the security guards leave with the last crowd."

Natasha brought up plans for the mall he knew because he slept in it a couple of times. She nods at whatever she's seeing, and he knows that something might actually be going right today.

Natasha:

Clint's suggestion is almost perfect for what she knows he's planning at the same time she is. The building is large with multiple levels. It would be easy enough for the two of them to go floor to floor and take out the contractors coming for them.

Also, the place was filled with rooms that contained electronics, clothing, weapons, and other things that they could easily use to help in their fight with them. It could work for them.

But before she can send out a signal to draw the wasps to her web, she needed to make certain that web was in good shape. There was no need to draw the wasps in when the web still needed fixing.

Thought the place was looking like the best way to set the trap.

She drives to the mall, and she walks through the entire building. Or at least the pieces that were public access. She makes notes on the way through, talking to Clint as she looks at the place. Clint was up in the vents looking at the places that others would overlook.

"Think it will work?" Clint's voice came in her ear, and she smiled as she looked around the place filled with people.

Tonight, it will be empty and free to be their playground. "Yes, it will."