Little Sparrow (A Clint Barton/Hawkeye Love Story) ON HOLD

Chapter 7

"Lisbon." Clint said, "how long do you think until she moves?"

"Can't say" Natasha replied, "like Fury said she's unpredictable"

"Why is she staying so long in Lisbon" 

"Like I said I don't know Clint. She maybe planning something" 

The car came to a slow stop in front of a old looking motel. 

"She not here we better make it quick" Clint said taking the lead and going up the stairs. Room 17. He reached for the door nob, it was a long shot thinking that it would be unlock however, to his surprise it was. He looked at his partner and the two silently decided to go in. 

It was a mess, cigarette buds on the floor, fragments of glass and bottles of liquor every where. They walked around not sure what they were looking for. 

"Charming" Clint said pointing to the hole in the wall.

"I think I got something." Natasha said form inside the bathroom. She came out holding a stack of papers, "They're blue prints to the American embassy in Russia, they were under the titles." 

"Shit." he let out frustrated sigh, "She's long gone isn't she?"

"Probably halfway to Moscow by now" She said putting the stack down and taking a cell phone out, "I'll call to get a team in here, they can look for anymore clues. We have to go now."

"Wait," he walked to the other side of the room where the hole in the wall was, "theres something in the wall."

"What?" Natasha "Don't touch anything Clint lets go"

He wasn't sure what it was. It was a small plain steel box. He pulled it out of the wall, to get a better look at it, "What do you think it is?"

He walked slowly to where his partner stood, but halfway there the small, harmless looking box let out a faint beep. Clint looked at Natasha knowing instantly what is was now.

"Bomb." She said. 

He through the box to the farthest side of the room, "Get down !" There was a loud sound followed by a furious heat. The explosion, threw both Natasha several feet across the room. pieces of the steel box became sharp bullets flying in all directions at an insanely deathly speed. Before he knew it he was on the ground with a piercing ringing in his ears. 

They got up both holding on to each other for support. Dazed and bleeding from the pieces of debris that came flying towards them. The room was on fire every inch. Any evidence they had was already being destroyed in the quickly building flames.

"Get out." Clint whispered, "Get out, get out!" The two stumbled their way out just as a second blast came out into the hallway as they ran down the stairs.

"God dammit!" Natasha yelled as they sprinted out of the back of the building 

"Fucking smart little bastard." Clint said looking back at the building blazing in flames and crumbling. 

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