Chapter 1
They ordered him to kill her.
Clint Barton had been working as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent for several years. He always knew what to do, even in a middle of an explosion, fighting with only a bow and an arrow, while hostiles were firing at him. He fought himself out of everything. Shooting this girl should have been a piece of cake. He’s not an assassin, but cutting someone’s neck happened on a weekly basis.
Working for S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn’t an easy job. You could never count on your colleagues, because everyone had their own business. Clint wondered many times before if there was a mission where he cooporated with someone else. The agents never knew about each other’s orders. Everyone just finished it, it was completely secret. This was the most important thing: Don’t speak about your job, not under any condition.
And now, agent Barton was helpless, in a way that no one could help him. He had been spying his target for days. He had been sitting motionless for hours. His whole body ached after the long, cold days spent with watching the redhead. However, his heart hurt the most. He couldn’t, just couldn’t tell the reason. Everything, all this drama, all these nightmares because of that girl…
Clint groaned. He couldn’t feel his fingers. “Why is this city so cold?”, he spoke to himself. He had been sitting on an old attic for a very long time. He had no idea for how much time, but long enough for him to freeze and think.
Since his hands were big enough to hold a bow, he had loved archery. This nearly forgotten passion helped him get through the deepest points of his life. In his free time – which he didn’t have very often – he practiced or developed his skills and his equipment. As he said, “something already perfect can be even more perfect, and that becomes godly good”.
Suddenly, his phone started buzzing. He answered the call reluctantly.
“Barton, what the hell are you doing?! Target was supposed to be dead by now, yet, she’s walking happily on the streets!”
“I am just spying her.”
“I don’t care! An order is an order! Or did someone make YOU boss?!”
“No.”
“Then finish the job! Tonight! Understood?!”
Chapter 2
Natasha Romanoff knew she was being followed by an agent. She saw him many times, on rooftops, in shadowy streets, in dark parking lots. He carried, probably, a stick attached to his back. And Natasha also knew the reason she was followed.
Before all the nightmares got even worse, she had worked for the Red Room. She was trained as a spy, an assassin, a weapon. Basically, she grew up between guns and knives, surrounded by other Widows, who survived the hard, cruel “lessons”. At the Red Room were all her childhood memories, locked up in one of those places, with the screams, the trampled dreams of freedom – and the blood. The only good thing back there was the Winter Soldier. When they were talking, they could feel a little bit more human. And now, they took him away, erased his memory, because this was the punishment. He was supposed to forget everything, while Natasha had to remember. This was more painful. Sometimes she wished she could wipe everything out of her head.
Somehow, she managed to escape. “What could I lose? Maybe my life, but that wouldn’t be so bad, after all. Being dead is just like sleeping, only you don’t have to wake up and pee.” With these thoughts in her head, she got through the guards, stole a motorbike and rode away from that haunted place.
Of course, there were other dangers than getting caught by Russian soldiers, like getting caught by some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. But at this point, only one thing mattered for Natasha: Escaping and starting a new life in a new place, trying to leave the past behind.
Before this could happen, she had to get rid of every possible danger. She should have killed this man the day he started following her. Instead, she let him follow her, wherever she went. Even she didn’t understand her own choice. And you know what? Maybe she didn’t even want to understand. Knowledge was dangerous. Natasha learnt this very soon. Back at the Red Room, when she was only an innocent, small child, they tied her up and beat her many times with a sharp whip just because she was smarter, so she started to act dumb in front of everyone, except the other girls, who feared her.
All of a sudden, she heard a loud thud, and the silhouette of a man outlined in front of her…
Balázs-Blénessi-Pataki Kincső VIII. C
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