Fighting Next To You ~ A Clintasha FanFiction

Part Sixteen

                  

"Oh my God." Clint gushes. He moves over to the chair and checks her pulse. "Avana? Avana can you hear me?" The tanned woman says nothing, her long, dark hair matted together with sweat and blood, tubes poking in and out of her body, open wounds weeping. I gasp.

"I thought she escaped?" I ask. Clint has no time to answer as the doors are flung open and alarms go off.

"In here!" Someone screams. Clint slides an arrow across his bow and grins.

"Ready?" He asks me. I smirk whilst I load up the gun.

"Ready."

Men file into the room, carrying guns and knives. I turn around and Clint has gone. I duck behind a crate. Due to the darkness in the room, I'm fairly out of sight. I look up and see Clint perched on a ceiling beam, ready to shoot at any time. He sees me looking at him and points towards a small door at the back of the room. The door is open so I shuffle towards it, locking the door behind me.

"Where are they? Where the fuck are they?!" Someone screams from next door.

"I thought you said they were in here!" I switch on the light and I find myself standing in a small room. There are shelves stacked with paperwork, all labelled. I scan my eyes over the shelves and pause when I see a file named 'FEMALE' I grin and roll up the file, sneaking it into my shoe. It's not very comfortable, but it'll do.

"In there!" Someone screams. Shit. I switch of the lights and slide underneath a table, aiming my gun at the door. The door swings open. A tall agent with auburn hair stands before me. He turns on the lights but before he can notice me I shoot him in the arm.

"Out of my way buster." I smirk, pushing him into the desk. The man groans, I grab a staple gun and staple him to the desk. "You're not going anywhere." I tease, making my way out of the room. Most of the agents are on the floor with arrows poking out of their chests. Where's Clint? I scan the room and soon enough I see him. Two A.I.M. agents have him pinned against the wall.

"Take him to a cell. Find the woman." A voice says. I can't see the person, so I assume there's an intercom in here.

"Not today." I state, running up behind the two agents and banging their heads into the wall. They tumble to the ground.

"Thanks Tasha. Now, what's the plan?" Clint asks me, rubbing his arm. The alarms are still sounding, and the sound of footsteps is echoing down the corridor.

"They have us surrounded. We need to move, but I can hardly move in this gown." I complain.

"That's why I bought this." Clint holds out my cat suit. I take it gratefully. "Let's go."

"What about Avana?" I ask Clint after I've changed.

"There was no pulse Tasha. We need to keep moving." He orders. I nod. We move towards the double doors.

"Clint, they're not opening." I groan.

"What?" Clint pushes the door and then pulls it, the door won't budge. It's locked.

"Fuck!" I yell out. Suddenly, the intercom voice speaks again.

"Kayley and Linus Johnson right? We met at dinner, you came to my house." The voice speaks.

"Brett Smith." Clint sighs.

"Although, I should be calling you Agent Romanoff and Agent Barton, shouldn't I? You're lucky I didn't kill you that night, I always thought you two were suspicious." Brett laughs.

"How do you know our names?" I ask the voice with no body.

"Agent Barton and I have met before, although he might not remember me. He was on a mission last year when he shot me. Ever since then he's been in our system. When we found him, we knew you'd be with him, Miss Romanoff." Brett speaks with such clarity that it makes me want to swoon. "Anyway, this will be our last meeting." Brett laughs. "This room is going to start filling up with a dangerous amount of phosgene gas. It's a very nasty gas that'll suffocate you if you take in too much of it. It was used in World War One you know, very interesting stuff." And with that, the voice vanishes.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I curse. "We're pretty much dead already Barton!" I cry out.

"No we're not." Clint swiftly moves over to the chemical cupboard. "We're got a few minutes before the gas enters the room." Clint starts rummaging around in the cupboard.

"What are you doing? Help me break down this door!" I scream, bashing my shoulder into the door.

"Tasha. It's made of titanium. We cannot break it down." Clint says in a strict tone. "If I'm correct, ammonia can mitigate phosgene gas." Clint tells me. I move over to the chemical cupboard.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"It means it'll make the phosgene gas less dangerous, but can't completely remove it." Eventually, he finds something. "We just need to find some gas distributors and allow the ammonia to diffuse through the air." I'm confused. This makes no sense.

"Okay Mr Scientist, I'll just wait here." I sigh.

"Find the thermostat." Clint instructs me. I find it next to the titanium door, sitting innocently on the wall.

"Titanium can be easily broken at room temperature right?" I ask Clint. He nods.

"That's what I'm getting at. They clearly keep this room cold so the titanium is kept brittle." Clint says smartly. I change the temperature and feel the room slowly warm up.

"That should do it!" Clint sounds more hopeful now. "Be careful, don't breathe too much in." He warns me.

"PHOSGENE GAS DIFFUSION IN THREE, TWO, ONE." A robotic voice tells us. Clint turns on the gas tap. I take a deep breath in and so does Clint. I'm so glad my partner in crime is smart; I used to think that I was the smart one! Clint points to the thermostat, which is telling us that the room is now at room temperature. I'm starting to feel dizzy due to not being able to breathe. Even though the ammonia is mitigating the phosgene, we still don't want to risk it. Clint kicks down the door quickly and we are greeted by many agents.

"HOW DID THEY GET OUT?"

I breathe out, feeling the oxygen moving around my body. Brett Smith appears in the middle of all the agents.

"Grade Nine Chemistry." Clint shrugs.

That's when the gunshots start again. I squeeze the trigger but nothing happens. Shit, I'm out of bullets. That's when I remember the laces. I tear them out from my shoes and make my way through the agents, wrapping the laces around their necks, electrocuting them. I feel a knife graze my shoulder. I spin round and elbow the perpetrator in the neck, making them stumble back. I then proceed to kick them in the balls, to which they yell out in pain. Clint finishes the job by shooting them in the chest. Soon it's just Clint, me and Brett Smith.

"I have more agents on the way." Brett shrugs. Clint prepares to shoot him. "You took everything away from me." Brett sits down in the middle of the corridor. "My wife. My kids..." He trails off. I crouch down in front of him and wrap my hands around his throat.

"You're the one who abused his own daughter, terrorized his own wife, and ignored his teenage son. You are a useless excuse for a father, and you should be-"

I'm interrupted by Clint who screams, "Tasha! Move!" He shoves me out of the way, and I watch the sharp bullet embed itself into Clint's chest.

"CLINT!"