Natasha, as she was now known as, walked toward Maria Hill's car. She jiggled the car keys in her palm. Borrowing cars wasn't really her style but Maria insisted that Natasha should try to be a bit more, how did she say it..?

"Conservative."

Maybe not steal as much?

Natasha shrugged, she could've cared less.

"Natasha!" Someone yelled from slightly behind her, she turned and came face to face with Coulson. Phil Coulson.

"Oh Phil. What do you want?" Natasha snapped

"Fury needs you."

"I was just about to.." She began, pointing at the SUV.

"If Fury didn't want you right away, he wouldn't have sent me." Coulson pointed out, but Natasha could care less

"Natasha, it's about Clint."

She turned and Phil motioned for her to follow him, "What about Clint?" She asked panicked

---------------Flashback---------------

"I need you to take care of a certain assassin, do you think you can do that?"

"Have I ever failed you, Fury?"

"Not yet. At least not yet." The line went dead and Clint Barton surveyed the frozen landscape around him. Bleak, barren, and, lonely. Save for a couple of trees and a bush or two.

"Where are you Widow?" He called, "Little Spider scared to come on out?"

Something moved in the bushes and Clint cocked an arrow, ready to end his mission as quick as it started. In a split second.

"Oh lookie here's a challenge, it's a Hawk in man's clothing. You missed me several times before. Why should now be any different?"

"I'm not going to kill you Widow."

"What." There was quite a large amount of shock in her voice

"I'm not going to kill you, Widow." He repeated it

"But that's against your orders. You wouldn't break the rules."

"You certainly do."

"That's different."

"No. It is not Widow and you know it."

"I know you never would break a rule, you just want me to come out so I'll be easy. And I'll be dead in a minute. Probably sooner knowing you."

"You don't know me! You don't! I don't want to kill you!" Something hit him from behind, "What the..." Natasha swung her leg and ended his sentence with another kick that made his bow fly out of his hands and into hers. She tried breaking it but it wouldn't budge.

She took out a pistol, "I can get a great sum for your carcass, maybe even your bow and arrows too." Clint looked at her calmly and made no move to try to get back his weapon. "You're not going to fight back?"

"I want to offer you a job. Not kill you. If you kill me, you'll make a big mistake and SHIELD will come after you. You'll die no matter what. All those years of training, wasted. Do you really want that?" He looked Widow in the eye, challenging her, "I know your past Widow. I have a pistol in my pocket. My orders were to kill you. But I think, giving you another chance, as a SHIELD agent, you could be a great asset. What do you say? Are you willing to give life another chance?"

"No." She said it bluntly

"What?" Panic flashed across his face as Widow went to take the last blow.

But

Then

It

Never

Came

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