Chapter 18

Back to America

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

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"Agent Hawkeye! I have not been able to contact you for the past 2 days and I have been informed that a certain master assassin and spy is still alive and in agent (c/n) care!" Said Nick angrily.

"Sir, in all do respect, I believe I had nothing to do in the choice of Natasha being alive right now," Said Clint.

"I don't care who made the decision, I want to know why they did," Said director Fury. You took the intercom from Clint.

"Sir, it was my choice to keep the black widow alive, I don't regret my decision because she saved my life," You said calmly. You heard a sigh on the other side of the intercom.

"And how do you suppose she did that?" Asked Fury.

"Because I was out cold with red room agents surrounding the building and she carried me out and to safety, sir," You replied with a small bit of annoyance in your voice.

"(c/n). Put the black widow on the line," Said Fury. He was done talking to you. You turned to Natasha and handed her the intercom.

"Hello," Said Natasha.

"Ms. Romanoff is it?" Asked Fury.

"Yes, and how should I address you?" Asked Natasha.

"Address me as sir for now. Two highly trained agents who are not afraid to kill fly to a different country and track down a target. They go in for the kill and then disappear from contact for a while then reaper unharmed and with their target alive and healthy. What would you think happened to them if that is all you know?" Asked Fury.

"There are lot's of possibilities, sir," Started  Natasha. "But only one is the truth and that can only be told by the people involved with it themselves."

"Put Hawkeye on the line," Said Fury. Natasha tossed the intercom to Clint.

"Hawkeye, I want you and (c/n) on the shield plane out of Russia now, and take the black widow with you to America," Said Fury he then turned off his intercom.

"Looks like you're coming to America Natasha," Said Clint placing the intercom next to the computer. Natasha nodded and looked over at you as she got out and picked up Ivan's body.

"Then Ivan will be buried in a new land," Said Natasha as she placed Ivan down in the back of the van. Clint climbed into the driver seat and Natasha got in the passenger seat of the van. You just stayed in the back with Ivan. Clint started driving to airport.

"So, Natasha? Can I call you Nat?" Asked Clint.

"Funny, I'm pretty sure (f/n) asked me the same thing back when she was interrogating me without you," Said Natasha.

"Oh, so you know (f/n)'s first name?" Said Clint.

"Yep, but I don't know yours," replied Natasha.

"It's Clint, or agent Barton, or Hawkeye," Said Clint.

"Well that's more than (f/n) told me she kept her last name a secret," Natasha said. Clint looked at you.

"What? Forgive me for having at least some boundary for what I would tell her," You said, Clint laughed.

"Well, if you trust her enough that you were going to ask me to keep her alive completely, then I would have thought she'd know your last name," Said Clint.

"How do you know I was going to ask you to keep her alive?" You asked.

"Well (f/n), the thing is, I'm not dumb," Said Clint.

"Maybe not all the time," You scoffed.

"So what is your last name?" Natasha asked you.

"(l/n), so if I introduced myself like Clint… (f/n), Agent (l/n), or (c/n) your pick at what you want to call me," You said.