Chapter 23

Guns

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

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"Shield has obtained info about a large circuit of gun dealers operating in Budapest. They are highly dangerous and armed. So we need you three to go in and take them out," Said Fury.

"Budapest, Hungary. That's in Europe, were being sent back out of the country already?" You asked.

"Yes and don't bring back any surprises this time," Said Fury sternly.

"When do we leave, sir," Asked Clint.

"In a few days," Said Fury. You were about to press the matter further but you decide against saying anything when Fury shot you a look. You knew better than to back talk the director. "I expect you to use these next few days to focus on learning the enemy's movements before you head out." With that, and the wave of Fury's hand, you and your team were dismissed. It wasn't until the three of you were down the hall and out of anyone's hearing range that Natasha spoke.

"Are meetings always like that?" She asked. You shook your head.

"Not always, that was more of the worlds smallest briefing than anything else," Said Clint.

"That wasn't it. The director gave us information about our next mission. But he was asking about Natasha. He doesn't fully trust her and in turn is trying to find out what he doesn't know about her," You stated nonchalantly.

---24 hours before the Budapest mission---

You sighed and ran a hand through your (h/c) hair. You were currently on the computer inside the shield network trying to decode some of the few files about your history. Somewhere along the way of growing up inside shield you became slightly upset at your lack of knowledge about your biological parents. So in your free time between missions, meetings, and training you would look into any and every file related to (f/n) (l/n). You had all sorts of files on a hard drive from photos to restricted documents. The only piece of this puzzle you were missing was under layers and layers of codes made by shield covering up your existence to the world. You heard the distinct sound of boots clanking against the floor outside your door. As the door slide open you closed your computer preventing the intruder of looking at your work.

"Can I help you?" You asked in an annoyed tone.

"Chill, alright?" Came Clint's voice. "You're not usually that harsh when I enter your room."

"Are you sure about that statement?" You asked. Clint thought for a few moments before answering.

"Well, on second thought... Maybe you are... But still I just came to ask if you were able to find any information about the gang were going after," Said Clint.

"They've done a good job covering up their tracks, I haven't been able to find anything out. Now step out of my territory," You said. Clint let out a long sigh. Not good.

"Do you have to be harsh every time I enter your room?" Asked Clint.

"Yes," You stated simply.

"Come on, (f/n). You haven't even really been researching the gang have you?" Asked Clint.

"Elementary, my dear Barton," You said sarcastically.

"Fine, fine. There. look. I'm out of your room now," Said Clint standing outside the door.

"I found the location of the building the gang, and presumably their stock, is held up at. I'll send the coordinates to you," You said earning a smile from Clint as he walked away.

--18 hours until Budapest--

"Don't be afraid to make the first move," You said. You and Natasha were circling around the sparring mat.

"You say that to me and yet I don't see you making the first move either," Said Natasha. You smirked.

"I already have," You stated staring Natasha in the eyes. You could see a bit of confusion in her expression. All of a sudden Natasha stopped moving realizing she had stepped into a trap.

--Clint's p.o.v.--

I was admiring my work on sharpening my arrows went I heard a loud bang. I spun around to see smoke everywhere. It was at least five minutes before it cleared up and I could see the sparring mat with Natasha on the ground and (f/n) standing with a slight smirk on her face.

"What happened?" I asked. (F/n) answered me without taking her gaze off Natasha.

"Simple. At the start of the match I placed down a motion activated smoke bomb. When Natasha and I were circling the mat she set it off catching her by surprise. Sure it blinded me, but this time Natasha was also blind and she doesn't have my abilities," Said (f/n) the smirk never disappearing.

"I think I'm done sparring for the day. I'm going to go get some ice, that was a hard hit," mumbled Natasha getting up. She left the room leaving me and (f/n) alone.

"Want to go a round?" She asked. I replied by simply walking away. I heard (f/n) call out after me "Well that's one way to stand someone up."

---8 hours until Budapest---

You sat in silence looking at the screen on your computer. It was a map of Budapest, more specifically a map and time schedule of the next 64 hours of gun dealer activities, and it was sent to you through your email. Your email, the one that only you and your brother Jason know you have and never use. But the person who sent the email wasn't your brother. You tried to track the email but that was a dead end. Whoever sent it to you knows about your mission, your email address, and they know how to make sure that you can track the email back to them. You were brought out of your thoughts by Clint clearing his throat. Your eyes darted up and looked at him and then at Natasha, who stood behind him.

"Whats wrong?" Asked Clint looking at you curiously. You turned your computer so he could see the screen. You saw a bit of shock wash over his features but it was gone as soon as he spoke. "You actually have an email?"

"Shut it. Someone sent me an email of a map of Budapest and a worked out schedule of all gun dealer activities there. I can't find the source of the email and I have no idea on earth of how they even got my email in the first place," You said.

"So someone just sent you all the information we need?" Asked Natasha, you nodded.

"We'll have to worry about who it is later, we need to rest for tomorrow. At least we won't be jumping into the middle of Budapest blindly looking for gun dealers now, although it could be a trap," Said Clint leaving with a yawn. You looked at Natasha expecting to see her leave to her room.

"Don't you need to sleep also?" You asked.

"What is this?" Asked Natasha picking up a dog tag on a chain, she was pointing to the odd writing on the dog tag. You looked at it curiously for a moment before it clicked in your mind.

"An elderly lady gave it to me at the mall for helping her," You said. You took the dog tag from Natasha and looked at the writing a bit closer, you could just make out one of the words. "Barnes, must be part of a name, I can't read it all though. It's probably worthless but it looks cool."

"Right...," Said Natasha leaving the room. You put the dog tag on your dresser and climbed into bed, tomorrow was going to be a long day.

-0 hours until Budapest-

You breathed in heavily as your foot collided with the ground as you stepped off the quin jet. You looked around the Hungary shield base and sighed. It was nothing compared to the headquarters in New York. Luckily for you, the team wasn't staying here instead You, Hawkeye, and Black widow were going to be staying in a motel posing as the 'Chaput' family. You sighed and picked up your bag off the ground you and Natasha followed Clint to the motel where you proceed to unpack. Once you finished you looked around the room and one thing stood out to you. There were only two beds, you internally sighed as you jumped on one bed and quickly hid a bunch of weapons all around it. No one was coming near your bed. You watched as Clint and Natasha finished packing and also realized that there was only one bed left. Clint quickly darted forward and jumped onto the bed.

"Claimed, new members get the couch," Said Clint smirking.

"That's not very gentlemanly," You started earning a pout from Clint. Natasha said nothing and went over to the couch placing down her bag. She didn't seem thrilled about the couch situation but she didn't complain either.

"Hey, dibs is dibs," Clint declared.

"Are we going to go over our plan for tomorrow?" Asked Natasha changing the subject. You grabbed your laptop and pulled up some files before turning so Clint and Natasha could see the screen.

"A different group of agents are to clear civilians out within a five block radius of the intended target. Tomorrow we are to make our way into the target warehouse that will be the location for tomorrow's gun dealing. This warehouse also serves as the gang's main outpost. They likely will be well armed and highly dangerous. Our strike team will enter the target zone approaching from the South well a separate team approaches from the North. There isn't really a plan for going about this quietly and we can expect to be highly outnumbered. This plan is designed to force them to fight on two fronts, it will cut their forces in half. Although they have the numbers and the artillery, we have the skill and experience. On our initial approach we need to be wary of scouts and patrols. They likely will already be on high alert with the lack of civilians but that's intended for public safety," You said your screen flashing a map of the area and pictures of the gang and a lot of different guns in their possession.

"What if things go south and we need back up or extraction?" Asked Clint.

"The file Fury gave us at the meeting stated no backup would be given for the mission it's just our team and the north team made up of Agent Adair, Agent Allen, and Agent Dexter. However if extraction is needed Agent Coulson will be on standby with a quin jet," You said. Clint and Natasha nodded in understanding. It wasn't long later that everyone went to sleep, but as your mind drifted you couldn't help but have a gut feeling that something was going to go terribly wrong.

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