Chapter six

No pain, No gain

no one ever stood a chance against you until now.

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"Don't know why you seem so shocked." Said the Widow. You're shocked expression quickly went away at the comment, you looked away from you arm, your (e/c) orbs meeting her green ones. But she couldn't see your face with the helmet up. You tugged the knife out of you arm. Blood was running down your arm and now dripping off the end of your fingertips. Clint looked astonished at the fact you simply pulled the knife out, and the it was time for the widow to return your earlier expression with a bit of shock showing on her face. You ignored them and tossed the knife to the ground.

"That…" You stopped and let out a sigh. "Your fast to attack, but are you quick to dodge?" You asked a slight smirk making itself present on your face. You lunged forward, ready to quickly move left or right. She did a quick back step and then jumped to her left, you followed by jumping to your right. You landed in front of each other, as fast as you could you spun around sticking your leg out sweeping the widow's feet out from under her. She landed hard on the floor with a loud thud, as she hit her head against the wall behind her. She then tried to sweep you down but you did a quick back step and she missed. As she rose from the floor you made note of the blood on the wall where her head had hit.

"Don't forget about me." Said Clint as he let loose another trick arrow. This one let out a bright light, it was a flare. As it blinded everyone you threw yourself forward shoulder first. Your shoulder connected with the widows face and she was bashed into the wall this time knocked out cold. The light dimmed down and the widow was on the floor next to the wall. Clint came over to you with a first aid pack.

"Let me see." He said

"It's deep." You replied.

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Natasha woke up in a dark room with a faint dim light. Her head was throbbing and she was sure her arm was broken. 'Damn those shield agents.' she thought. She tried to focus a bit more her head and arm had been bandaged. She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, which also happened to be the only thing in the room. She could hear people talking back and forth on the other side of the door, she tried to make out what they were saying.

"(c/n), was it really necessary to treat her wounds?" Asked a males voice, it belonged to one of the shield agents she was fighting earlier, 'Hawkeye, that's what the girl said right?' she thought.

"Yes, it was never my intention to hurt her. I find it easier to talk to people and get info when they are not bleeding to death." Came a reply '(c/n), the one I stabbed.' Thought Natasha.

"What are you going to ask her?" Asked Hawkeye.

"It really depends on whether she wants to answer or not. I speak from experience that the best spies tend to stay loyal during interviews." Said (c/n)

With that the door opened and in walked (c/n). Her helmet was retracted so Natasha could see her face for the first time. She had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Se appeared to only be in her 20's. Then Natasha saw the bandages on her arm. 'No pain, No gain' thought Natasha.

"So I already said I wanted to interview you. So where do you want to begin?" Asked (c/n)

"How about I ask some questions first." Said Natasha

"Well seeing as the person on the other side of the door is going to kill you later, I see no harm in it." Said (c/n), she almost struck Natasha as sad as she said that. Weird.

"Well then, what is shield?" Asked Natasha.

"Shield, well I already told you what the acronym stands for. So… Shield is a U.S. government agency, sort of, that protects the public from threats and stuff." Said (c/n)

"Okay, what do you know about me?" Asked Natasha.

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