Sequel to {I'll stay with you}
☆☾Clintasha romance novel☽☆
Book 3 (Completed)
Young adult years
Clint gets introduced to S.H.I.E.L.D, as Director Fury recognized his talent in archery.
Natasha was supposed to be kept in the dark as the organization...
According to the reports Fury had received from the police, the murders have gotten more frequent, almost one every week. Fury was getting impatient. It was down to the last week of the month that Fury had given Clint for the mission.
Clint had been diligently watching the footage of the hidden camera from his room. He found nothing suspicious yet. No man that matched the description they had conceived.
Until that Wednesday.
As usual, Clint sat at his desk watching the footage with his hawk eyes. Customers came and went, few and far between.
His eyes had almost become glazed from watching for too long, and he almost looked past the man who had arrived at the front of the shop in a hoodie with a cap underneath and sunglasses. The man stopped at the door and dug through his pants pocket for something, before entering the store.
Wait. Man. Hoodie. Cap. Sunglasses.
Wasn't that the perfect disguise to look somehow inconspicuous? Clint had seen agents done that before and could never figure out exactly how that get up would make one look inconspicuous rather than suspicious and totally out of place.
Clint rewound the video to rewatch the movements of the suspicious man. He kept his head slightly bowed so the camera couldn't capture his face.
Clint watched the part several times before his hawk eyes caught something.
While the man was rummaging through his pocket, something fell out. A piece of paper, small and crumpled.
Clint zoomed in on the footage to get a closer look but the image was grainy and coupled with the folding of the paper, all he could make out was that there was some writing on it in blue ink. It drifted to the ground and landed somewhere next to some cardboard boxes - the rotted ones they saw on their first visit.
He checked the time of the footage and compared it to the digital clock on the wall, it was about merely an hour ago. If he rushed to the scene and prayed hard enough that the wind wasn't cruel enough to carry away the piece of evidence, he might still be able to retrieve it.
And so after briefly informing Coulson in case Fury was to ask anything that he didn't feel like taking the time to explain, Clint set off on his motorbike to Samson's Hardwares for a third visit.
The street was empty when Clint arrived. A gust of wind swept some fallen leaves about. Clint hoped the piece of paper was still somewhere in the vicinity.
He searched through the cardboard boxes and crates, lifting them and tossing them around. But to no avail.
Clint kicked a crate out of frustration. Then another gust of wind blew past, directing him to look to his left.
There, his eyes fell upon a trash can with the edge of a piece of paper stuck to the base, flittering in the wind. The trash can had thankfully prevented the piece of paper from being carried away by the wind.
Clint hurried there and grabbed it, fingers smoothing out the crumples to get a clear look of what was written.
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An address. It was written in an untidy scrawl.
Clint immediately fished out his phone and entered the address into the GPS function, meanwhile already getting on his motorbike. There was no time to waste.
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