BloodSport (A Clintasha Fanfiction)

The Rare Smile

Natasha's POV

       "Take cover!" Steve shouted, as he slid down behind a couch, grabbing his shield.

       I ran down behind the bar, taking cover, and then cocking my handgun, that was hidden in the waistband of my leggings. I popped my head up, firing a few shots towards where the bullets had came from, and crouched down again to see Clint right behind me.

        "You just had to grab your bow didn't you?" I teased looking at the weapon in his hand.

     "You know me too well," he laughed, and fired two arrows through the windows.

     The bullets hadn't ceased when soldiers clad in all black, with a red star emblem on their artillery vests, strode into the room.

"Прекращение огня!" ("Ceasefire!")
The largest one, with broad shoulders and a neatly shaved stubble shouted to his men. Almost immediately, the deadly rain of bullets subsided, and the room was quiet again, despite the ringing in my ears, and my heartbeat going a mile a minute. I knew who that voice belonged too, and I wished I didn't. Afanasy Fedchenkov; Petrovitch's head officer. If he was here, that meant Ivan meant business; the man was ruthless; savage some even said. He saw everything from the end of a pistol muzzle.

"We know you are here," a voice spoke in heavily accented English, this time a shorter man, that I didn't recognize,"Don't try and hide."

I looked over to Clint, and tried to spot the others, without showing myself to the officers. I found Steve crouched behind a downed couch, and Tony in shadows of the entrance to his lab, donned in his armor. Bruce must have went somewhere quiet to keep the "Other Guy" from making and appearance, and Thor must've flew off to Asgard or some other mystical realm.

      "We are waiting," Fedchenkov hissed,"If you don't come out soon enough, we will take you by force."

      I looked over to Clint, and signed, We need to get out of here quick.

He nodded, and then pulled out one of his many arrows out of his quiver, and shot it, point blank, in the middle of all the men.

All of the soldiers glanced to where the arrow had come from, but before they could charge for us, the arrow exploded into a cloud of noxious, yellow gas, throwing all of them into unconsciousness.

"Cover your noses, and run to the jet!" Cling shouted, "It won't be long till the gas makes its way to us! Go!"

Without questioning, Steve, Tony, and I made our way through the back door, to the Tarmac with the quinjet.

     "What about Bruce!?"Tony exclaimed, reminding me and I'm sure everyone else that the scientist was still in the tower.

     "He has to make his way to the jet, in time by himself, or else we have to leave him!" Clint answered.

     "What!? No! I'll go get him, my suit will be fast enough to get both of us back before you take off!" He said, and blasted off towards the lab.

As we hopped into the jet, I heard the buzzing of Tony's suit, and smiled as he and Bruce climbed in.

"So I heard you guys were getting ready to leave me." He smirked, as we all sat down, and Clint fired the engines.