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Mr and Mrs Barton Part 18

Natasha:

Clint picked the mall, and Natasha had to agree with him. The place had multiple levels and many hidden places for the both of them. Though bad if from the other angle, the both of them knew the mall fairly well and could defend it.

The others would be on the offensive, and while they had numbers, her and Clint had the high ground.

Theoretically.

Though she knew things didn't always go according to plan, she's starting to think that definitely counted with Clint, some things did go. Especially when the plan was well thought out with multiple contingencies. It just has to work. She didn't go through all of this just to die in a hail of bullets.

Thought that would be a great way to go.

She grabs a suit to cover the body armor. There's no need to let the people coming after them to know that they had more than just skin and cloth protecting their insides. She quickly finds one in Clint's size and throws it his way.

He looks confused, but is already throwing the outfit on over top the full suited body armor that they had picked up at the warehouse earlier (there hadn't been anything in there to actually fit her, but the armor was close). She missed her own suit, but knew what she had on would have to do. If they survive this, she'll get herself something that fits better. Who knew when someone would come after them again?

After dressing, they pass through the cooking utensils and she grabs a few knives. She passes a handful to Clint, knowing that long range weapons were more his thing and having some knives to throw would be good to go with his bow and guns. Yes, the idiot brought his bow. Speed would be of necessity, but all he did was smirk when she brought it up.

"I need my trademark." He winked when he threw the bow onto his back. At least he had grabbed a couple of guns as well.

The plan was to start from the top and move downward. Once they take out the top layer, they can move downward to the basement level to escape. It was a suicide mission, but one that she was willing to go on. They can't move forward with their lives if they were always looking back.

Also, this was the only option they had. They could only run so far from these specific people. More would always be coming after them, but this would be the bulk of their problems.

She breaks one of the men's necks and Clint deftly breaks another one. Outnumbered and outgunned, the best way of attacking is by silence. They had to eliminate as many of the enemy as possible. She blames Clint for fumbling in her way for the knife hitting his leg.

He glares, but just pulls it out for use later. At least it wasn't a kill throw.

Shooting from overhead has them both duck down and Natasha leading the way to the elevators, Clint covering her back in their unexpected retreat. "That was close." Clint mumbled as he flicked through his arrows, as though deciding which one would be the best the next time the door opens. He picks one, even though Nat can't really tell the difference between them.

"Not really." She's been in closer circumstances, and has lived through them. Though Clint seems to be the more inexperienced of the two when it comes to close cases. His specialty was killing from a distance, while hers was usually more close and personal.

He puts the arrow at the ready, and she realizes this is the first time he actually took out his bow. Earlier, he had used the guns to cover their backs or the very unbalanced knives. The knives had hit every target, though. She could be impressed with that.

There's a slight change in the air, and she readies for the doors to slide open. She gets a few shots off, and so do the outsiders, but Clint releases one arrow that explodes on impact. The doors have just shut when he shrugs at her accusing look. Why didn't he tell her what those things could do? "A level 2 exploding arrow. Five might take down this building. I haven't used it yet."