Chapter 22

Just Chilling.

"Oh," You replied.

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Natasha reached out a hand to help you up as you pulled off your blind fold. You accepted it and were pulled to your feet.

"Well, Clint, I do believe you're next for the sparring," You said. You turned towards Clint you looked like he was ready to burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing *lauph* that was just *laugh* an epic fail," Clint choked out. "I've *laugh* never seen *laugh* you lose before." You gave a cold glare to Clint.

"Okay then. Your enemy is armed to the bone with weapons of all sorts and you only have your fists," Clint stopped laughing. "Well? Go on, fight!" Clint looked at Natasha, who was gathering some dulled blades meant for sparring, and then back at you.

"Seriously?!?" He whispered.

"Let's see how funny you find it after this," You said.

"Let's get started then," Said Natasha coming back over to Clint.

"On the count of three," Said Clint.

"One two three," You said as fast as humanly possible. In half a second Natasha swung directly at Clint, who proceeded to jump out of the way. Natasha didn't miss a beat though as she through a practice knife at Clint's new location. Clint swiftly dodged to the left and followed up with a left hook at Natasha. She got out of the way with a side step that brought her back to back with Clint. Natasha spun around, as did Clint, and place a hand on his shoulder as she did a flip through the air going directly over him. Natasha landed right behind Clint with yet another knife against his throat. Clint then swung a hand up knocking the knife out of Natasha's hand. Natasha jumped up wrapping her legs around Clint's waist as she threw herself downward bringing Clint with her, Natasha then swung through the air making sure Clint was under her when they hit the ground. In that instant Natasha drew out another knife and pressed it to Clint's throat.

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'Wow' was all you could think at what you saw before you. 'Natasha's fighting skills are impressive.'

"I win," Said Natasha with smirk. You watched as Natasha got up leaving Clint slightly baffled and stunned on the floor. You then heard the doors open from behind you.

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"Agent Barton what are you doing on the floor?" Fury's voice boomed. Clint immediately got up.

"I-I was just…. chilling sir, just chilling," Said Clint.

"I do believe in this case 'Just chilling' means that Clint doesn't want to admit that Natasha just bested him in a sparring match, sir," You said turning around to face director Fury.

"I need you three agents to report to the meeting room immediately," Said Fury he then turned and left the room.

"What was that about?" Asked Natasha.

"I don't know, but if Fury asked us directly it is probably important," Said Clint. You, Natasha, and Clint then procceded to the meeting.

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"Agent Romanoff, is there anything you would like to tell me before we begin?" Asked Fury.

"No, sir." Said Natasha hesitantly. 'Great, this is going to have something to with things we don't know, shield, secrets… secrets, shield. They go hand in hand,' You thought.

"Agent Barton, is there possibly anything you left out of your mission report?" Fury questioned. Clint thought for a few seconds before answering.

"Yes, sir. I think there is something I forgot to mention," Said Clint.

"Well, speak up now," Said Fury.

"Agent Romanoff was born around the start of world war two and later given this serum that slows down her aging process so that's why she is pretty much my age," Said Clint.

"Okay, that explains one of the things her blood sample suggested. But I'm still waiting for something else," Said Fury.

"She was also married at a time, sir," Said Clint. "I can't remember the name of the guy…"

"Alexi Shostakov," Said Natasha. "He's long dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Said Fury. "What happened?"

"He died in an accidental crash while testing a new plane model for the soviet union," Said Natasha. Agent Hill then entered the room and handed a file to director Fury, who opened it and place it on the table.

"Strike team delta, I have a mission for you, you are headed to Budapest, Hungary."

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