Not My Choice

It's a Girl

"Um, Widow, we have a problem," Clint said through his com. 

"What kind of problem, Hawkeye?" Frustration evident in her voice, she had her own problems to deal with and she didn't need his on top of it.

"There's a girl."

"So, take her down, it hasn't been a problem for you before."

"This is different. She's strapped down to an experiment table. She's out cold, like an-"

"Experiment." They said in unison.

"I'll be there soon, I have .... things to handle first," Natasha said. 

Clint nodded even though Natasha couldn't see him. He scanned the machines that were connected to this poor girl. Her skin was pale, her red hair was a snaggly mess, she seemed so lifeless. Her heartbeat was faint almost gone. She could only be maybe fifteen and already her life was doomed. The door slammed shut and Black Widow had her back against it, the Hydra agents slammed their bodies against it. "Hawkeye, what's going on?"

"She's almost dead, Widow. You have to help me get her out of these things."

"You take down the agents, I'll get the girl."

Clint nodded and together they accomplished their mission and more.