SHIELD's HYDRA

Shots Fired

No One

All the agents moved towards the take off area. The two assassins moved with them. There were guns laid out on a table and each agent took one. After they grabbed their guns they continued to walk. As they were walking Sitwell stopped Clint Barton. Natasha Romanoff couldn't do any more than continue walking with the others. "Oh looky here.

We have an Avenger. Hawkeye. Nothing more than a pawn to us. Give me your gun, Barton," Garrett said. When Clint didn't respond he got impatient.

"You think he's one of them?" Garret asked Sitwell.

"He's 80% deaf. He probably just couldn't hear you. Give me your gun," he said as he turned to Clint. Clint handed him the gun and Garrett shoved his case at him. They wanted him to be noticeable. To use his bow. He took it and continued walking once Sitwell dismissed him. He wasn't sure if he was able to get on the same carrier as Natasha until he saw a flash of red hair. He slowly made his way towards her. Once he was next to her he interlocked their hands. Her shoulders sagged in relief that they hadn't killed him. Once they landed they slowly made their way to Avengers Tower. They had to warn the team. On the way there they saw Hill and Coulson holding guns. They were under HYDRA's control. The master assassins continued to walk. Ward and Garrett stepped in front of Natasha and smirked. "Little spider. You should've joined us when you had the chance. That way you wouldn't become a pawn again. Well, too late now," he pulled out his gun and pointed it at her head. "Say goodbye, bitch." Clint drew an arrow and pointed it at Ward.

"Goodbye," he responded cheekily. Garrett pulled his gun and pointed it at Clint's head. "Move and you die," Natasha said as she pulled the gun on Garret.

"You I expected, Barton but you, Romanoff? I would've thought you would be under our control." She just smiled in response. It happened too fast to really process what happened. Ward turned and grabbed the edge of Clint's bow and pulled down, Clint shot and hit him in the leg and the two assassins ran. As they ran other agents shot at them and one bullet hit Natasha in the shoulder. She grunted. "Your hit," Clint states. 'No shit,' she thought. Barton looked at the wound. "Not bad. Just a graze." Before they could take off again agents surrounded them. All pointing their guns at the assassins. They were trapped. Hill and Coulson were among them. Clint and Natasha lowered their weapons. They couldn't kill agents they knew and cared about. They were dragged away to a building. The sight that met their eyes was unexpected but neither let it show. The councilman, Alexander Pierce was HYDRA.

"Ah, agents Romanoff and Barton. What a surprise. I wondered if either of you would really be under our control." He spotted blood on Barton's hands and Romanoff's shoulder. He walked forwards and roughly grabbed her shoulder. She suppressed a yelp. He pulled his hand away and saw the blood. "Your hurt and will be of no use to us. What a shame," then to the agents behind him. "Kill her and bring him. He will be of use." The agents dragged the assassins separate ways.

"Clint!" "Nat!" They each yelled to each other. To anyone else the yells would seem to be filled with anger but to each other they were filled with hundreds of emotions. Love, anger, sorrow, loss, hurt. The list goes on. It conveyed all the feelings that were needed for each of them. Natasha and Clint both recognised something that surprised them both. Acceptance. They both accepted what was happening. Natasha accepted that she would die and Clint accepted that he would be taken. They both twisted in their captor's grip and looked at the other. One last look.

Natasha

They dragged Natasha around a corner and pushed her to her knees. She could feel the cold barrel of a gun against her head. She waited for the shot that would end her life. It never came. Instead of a shot to end her life it was a shot to end the man holding the gun to her head. After the shot the other agents that were with her froze. She made her move. She stood and turned one of them to snap their neck and she then took their gun to shoot the other. She looked to where the shot came from. It was the boys. Steve, Tony, Bruce and Thor. They weren't able to get Clint. Her mood dropped slightly at that. They ran towards her. "Clint?" They asked. She shook her head, "HYDRA has him." They nodded in understanding. She didn't want their sympathy. She wanted Clint back.

Clint

It was dark. I couldn't see anything. Then I could but it was wrong. Everything was tinged in red and blurry. I was like Loki all over again. Then Pierce came into the room followed by Garret and Sitwell.

"Ah. Hawkeye, you're finally awake," Pierce said. "What do you remember?"

I tried to stay quiet but my mouth moved and my voice spoke anyway. "Not much. Bits and pieces."

Pierce nodded his head. "Good. We have a target for you." He handed me a file. It had the HYDRA emblem on it. My hand reached and took it. I opened it. There was a picture of an African American man with an eye patch. Director Fury. "Do you want me to kill him?"

"No. Just bring him in." I nodded in response.

"When do I leave?"

"Now."

Natasha

After the boys and I made it back to the tower we started to search for Clint and stop the agents. After a few hours I sat on the couch and turned the TV on. It was on the news. "There have been reports of an invasion in New York by SHIELD. A man carrying a bow and arrow has been seen assassinating former SHIELD leaders. No one has been able to ID the man but rumors have it that his next target is former SHIELD director Nick Fury," then a blurry photo appeared of Clint. "This is the man. If you see him contact the authorities."

"Shit," I breathed. "Shit, crap." Steve and Tony had been walking in when they heard me.

"What is i- Crap," Tony said. I nodded. Steve just stared.

"That's Clint."

"No shit Sherlock!" I shouted at the same time as Tony shouted,

"Crap, Capsicle."

"We need to find him. We need to find Barton," I sounded hysterical even to my own ears. The boys gave me weird looks. "Did you see him?" They shook their heads, confused. "Look at the picture carefully." Realization slowly creeped into their faces. They saw his eyes. The red eyes. And the scars. "See? We need to help him!" They nodded. My shoulders sagged in relief. Then Tony decided to open his mouth, "Why do you care, Romanoff? I understand he's your partner and all but I've never see you this worried. You in love with him?"

"Love is for children. He's my best friend and I owe him a debt. That I intend to get to pay back to him."