Before the War - {Clintasha} - {Pre-Avengers} [#Wattys2019]

Only the Breakable Ones

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***Before I begin, any dialogue in "italics"  is being spoken in Russian.***

Chapter 2: Only the Breakable Ones

The archer's fingers immediately went stiff as they exited the Quinjet, as if the blood had froze solid inside him. 

"You know--" Agent Barton adjusted the SHIELD issued quiver on his back as he looked to his left at Natasha, "Fury could've told us that if we got lost, we'll freeze to death." His comment was sarcastic, but he didn't care if anyone back at SHIELD heard him and believed it to be real. 

"As soon as we get this part of the mission over with, we'll either sleep in the Quinjet or find a hotel to stay at. Then you can turn the heat up as much as you like," Natasha smirked at him as she played along. She stepped down off the Quinjet platform, her boot crunching through the three inches of icy snow beneath it. 

Natasha was definitely the most prepared agent between the two of them, or she was did extremely well at hiding that she was freezing. Clint's cold weather uniform was able to withstand temperatures down to -15 below, but he believed the wind chill was below the suit's limit. 

The sky was dark, but the snow and rain filled clouds made it appear darker and lighter in different areas. Icy rain combined with snowflakes as they hit the spy and soldier. Sharp, yet quiet "dings" were heard as the ice hit the Quinjet. 

"Nat?" Clint places his bow around his neck and shoulder, keeping it securely against him as they walked toward the lights of the outdoor train depot. 

"What do you want?" Natasha turned her head toward him as she stopped walking. Clint could clearly see the fog of her breath in the frigid air.

"What's our strategy?"

"Don't talk. Just get on and blend in."

"Right, because a guy with a bow strung on his back is something you see every day." Clint received a hard jab of an elbow to his abdomen. The archer flinched and shot a glare at his partner. 

Seriously?" he rubbed the area she hit for a split second before dropping his gloved hand back down at his side again. 

"Just follow me." Natasha ducked behind a tree when they reached the train depot, blending in with the darkness. Clint followed her lead and stepped into the darkness of a thick tree trunk opposite of the one Natasha was standing by. 

Two Hydra agents passed their hiding places as they walked into the loading dock. They spoke in Russian, and both assassins clearly understood what they were talking about.