Chapter 17

Ear full of Fury

"(f/n)? I don't have to die," She said. You smiled.

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"That's good… But it actually isn't up to me to decide," You said.

"What do you mean?" Asked Natasha

"It's Hawkeye's call, he is team leader," You said

"I see," Replied Natasha. You turned back to the computer and continued moving the drone along the side of the street. Eventually either the drone or the van would get to him.

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

I have been running for a while now, still heading in the direction of the airport. Somewhere along the way I had lost the agents only for them to be back on my tail again. I know it's only a matter of time before they catch up to me. I also know I can't run forever. 'What is that?' I thought, seeing a something small and black hovering along the road coming towards me.

-------------------------------The Van about 25 minutes later-----------------------------------

"I see someone, it should be him," You said. You moved the drone towards him to realise he was carrying Ivan. You also realised he was keeping a jogging pace with red room agents about 30 to 40 yards behind him. "Natasha?"

"Yes?"

"He's got red room on his tail and he's carrying Ivan," You said. Natasha did her best to speed up but she still had to obey the speed limits of the road to avoid complication with police. Clint ran up to the drone.

"Fire the guns!" He half shouted as he ran past. 'Guns? This drone has guns?' you thought, as you hit every button you thought would have anything to do with a gun. Then finally something happened and a big blast of fire came out of little drone. 'It's not a gun Clint… It's a flamethrower,' You thought. Then you made the little flame shooting drone follow after Clint, you hit a button to speak threw the drone.

"Clint? Can you hear me?" You asked.

"(c/n)? Where are you?" He asked.

"I'm in the van, stop here. I'll pick you up on my way to the airport," You said.

"How long will that be?" Asked Clint

"Maybe a half hour," You replied.

-------------------------------------------------45 minutes later-------------------------------------

"I thought you said a half hour," Said Clint as Natasha pulled up to him along side the road.

"So I was fifteen minutes off, what's the difference?" You asked, you got no direct reply. Insteads Clint directed his attention to Natasha.

"You've got some nice friends," She said.

"They're not friends, they are former colleges," Replied Natasha in a cold demeanor, she was obviously distracted by Ivan.

"What do you want to do?" You asked Natasha.

"I don't know," She replied.

"We can give him a funeral," Said Clint trying to figure out what happened in his absence. He was piecing it together, 'Her former colleagues, (f/n)'s unharmed...' He thought.

"Yeah, but where… I have a feeling I'm not going to be staying in Russia with the red room any longer," Said Natasha. You thought it would be best not to force Natasha to make a decision now. That's when you heard the familiar noise of the intercom sitting next to the computer you turned around and picked it up.

"(c/n)! I want that debrief right now! Have you found Hawkeye yet?" Came a furious sound director Fury.

"Yes, sir, I'll put him on," You said tossing the intercom to Clint.

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