RED IN MY LEDGER.

You're Under My Custody

Moscow, Russia

"Barton, the Red Room has activated Natasha Romanoff." Hill informed Clint.

"Babe, is that supposed to scare me?" he asked, tauntingly as he fought off agents of Red Room.

"She's the Black Widow. If you bothered to read the mission files, you'd know this."

Clint turned serious. "What does Fury want me to take her as? Dead. Or Alive?"

"Alive preferably, Hawkeye." Fury suddenly said in place of Hill.

Clint jokingly cringed. "Babe, you got old." an audible sigh and light giggle was heard.

He made his way through the crowd of fighters until he spotted her: short wavy red locks and beauty model looks. She was firing off two guns at the same time. Probably a tactic to seem badass, Clint deduced. She spotted him and shot, he ducked. He pulled out an arrow and fired it at her, knocking one of the guns out of her hand. As she ran out of ammo on the other and took time to reload, Clint ran at her and clotheslined her to the ground, kicking the gun away.

"Move again and i'll send you to hell early." he said, aiming an arrow right in her face. She sarcastically put her hands up in surrender.

"Maria, we got her. And I just scored a dinner date with you." he smirked at the audible sigh that responded from the mike. He turned his focus back to the red headed warrior.

"Natasha Romanoff, on behalf of SHIELD, I'm placing you under arrest."

He had her handcuffed and loaded into the quinjet back to the Triskelion, as well as numerous other members of the Red Room.

"Fury. We got her." Clint reported, receiving an angry glare from said woman.

"The Widow? You've captured her?" Fury responded.

"Yup. In my custody right now. We're on our way now."

"Good. Did you take any other agents?"

"About 10 others. Our ETA is roughly an hour."

"Alright. See you then." Clint hung up and smirked at his prisoner.

"So, Red. Tell me. How old are you? 25? 30?"

She remained silent, angry glaring as she fidgeted with the cuffs binding her hands behind her.

"I'd not do that if i were you. I might take leniency on you if you be cooperative. Now then, how old are you?"

She scowled. "I am 27." she said, with thick Russian accent.

"Hopefully I will learn to understand you. Heard your accent changes with the country you're in. Decent trait for a spy."

"If you know that much about me, surely you would have known my age already." she replied. And like what Clint said, the accent slowly faded, becming a tiny bit clearer.

"Eh. Details. Talk more later. I'm tired." he slunked down in his seat. "Hill, make sure she doesn't try to wriggle out of those restraints." and he dosed off. Hill strolled over to the redhead and stood in front of her, arms folded and a taunting smirk on her face. Natasha only glared.

Arriving at the Triskelion, Natasha was led off the plane and to a detention block. Clint went into a debriefing, to fill Fury in on the mission details.

"So what do we do with her? The deadly Black Widow." he asked, picking his teeth with a pick.

"We break her. Bring her onto our side."

"But how? It took awhile to get her to say one word."

"Well, we've been assigning the other Red Room members to our people so they have one on one breakdown. I'll assign her to you."