Chapter 14

flee the country

But how to get across town without attracting attention by carrying an unconscious person?

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You gasped and bolted up right from where you laid in the grass. You panicked remembering the turn of events at Ivan's house. You paused for a couple seconds your vision was a bit blurry from just waking up but you tried to make out your surroundings. You were under a bridge, you moved towards the edge hastily being the last thing you remembered was having a grenade at your feet. You felt a hand grab your shoulder and pull you backwards, back under the bridge. A hand covered your mouth.

"shhh," The familiar voice of Natasha whispered in your ear. She slowly released her hold on you.

"What happened?" You asked in a hushed tone sensing the urgency in her posture.

"The red room, they killed Ivan. They must've been looking for me since I didn't kill their loss end," Said Natasha.

"loose end?" You questioned.

"When you first came barging into my hotel room, the man I was supposed to kill was a businessman who had made dealings with the red room, giving them weapons. But he stopped and had refused to counting selling them to the organisation. So naturally the red room wanted him dead because he knew what weapons they used and where they all hid." Said Natasha.

"You don't associate yourself with them? You said they insteads of we," You stated.

"They killed Ivan."

"I see."

------------Time skip to… a few minutes later after Natasha's plan was explained.---

"So the plan is to get to my van back at the hotel while staying out of the sight of the agents who are looking for us?" You asked

"Yes. It might be easier if we try to get some disguises," Said Natasha. With that she got up and went above the bridge, there were a few thuds and then you saw two bodies land on the ground in front of you. They were two red room agents that had happened to be passing by.

--------------------------------------------------Clint's POV----------------------------------------

They kept coming as if their numbers were endless. I could only hope that Natasha protected (f/n) insteads of… I don't want to think about it.

"aaarrrggghhh!!!!" Shouted a red room agent as he lunged towards me. I swiftly dodged and fired an arrow into his back.

"looks like my best chance at getting out of this is to run," I said taking of from Ivan's house. I stopped halfway well the agents were still recovering from the fight and waiting for more backup. I ran back in and picked up Ivan's body slinging him over my shoulder, I then ran out of the house and I wasn't going to stop running until I got back to the airport and found Natasha and (f/n).

----------back to you, but in Natasha's POV ---------------------

We had gotten dressed into the red room agent uniforms, they were midnight blue with a black mask looking like a motorcycle helmet and the words red room across the side made to look like a smear of blood. I had never seen these uniforms before but they looked a bit too obvious for the local authorities to spot.

"Ready?" I asked. (f/n) nodded in response.

"Let's go flee the country," (f/n) said. With that we left the bridge and started walking towards the hotel.

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