Words of Fate - C. Barton

Chapter One: Mark My Words (Switch POV)

Clint's POV:

It was a standard solo mission, with the objective being to take out the target. The entire thing--the location, the target, even the mission itself--reminded me of when I met Natasha. As it is, now I'm regretting it—I'm stuck in a wooded forest, snow covering the ground and dusting the trees. Sure, the scenery may be nice, but it's pretty fucking cold and the crunch of my feet in the snow isn't very conducive to not being discovered.

I wait in hiding behind a tree as dusk falls, turning on my night-vision goggles as the sky darkens. I wait, wait for her to come find me.

And I know she will, seeing as how we dropped the intel that I'd be here tonight, a perfect chance to take me out.

Your POV:

You reach the field at nightfall, looking around to see if you can find your target. Agent Barton. If he's noticeable enough to be put on your hit list, he's either a great man or a terrible one—no in between.

You climbed a tree upon your arrival, moving treetop to treetop so as not to have him alerted to your arrival by the snow. And that's when you find him, crouched low and bow notched.

Well, you think, this'll be too easy. In an attempt to liven things up, you decide to announce your presence. A well-placed dagger slices through the air, nicking his ear before implanting itself to a tree behind him up to the hilt.

Agent Barton pulls his bow and aims in your direction. You move quickly, going through the trees and behind him, and drop down quickly and quietly. The two of you fight—him proving to be a worthy opponent—for quite a while until finally, finally you disarm him of his bow. You are then able to t

Your words: Drop the gun, Wanderer

His words: Slight problem there, I have a job to do.