𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ! * ぃ ﾟ.➹

❛𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾❜

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MILES LEANED AGAINST THE GREY WALLS OF THE TOILET as his gaze was fixed on the phone he held in his hands. Natasha turned on the water as she let the cold see through liquid run over her face. The woman gasped quietly before she dried her face.

Miles silently watched how a couple of black trucks parked in front of the train station and Agents jumped out. His gaze fell on Natasha, who raised her eyebrows at him questiongly.

The man turned his phone around and showed her the display, "They're going in." The redhead watched how the agents made their way through the large empty halls of the train station. "Yup, they're in."

She slowly grabbed the phone from his hands before she typed something into it. The woman held the phone to her ear as she waited for Ross to take the call.

After a short moment a voice spoke up from the other side of the line, "Yeah?"

"Don't do this", Natasha told him as she shook her head. "Do what?", Ross questioned her as he let his gaze wander around the train station.

Natasha glanced towards the door, "Coming after us. I mean you're embarrassing yourself. It looks desperate." The grey haired man shrugged as he answered her, "Thought maybe you'd be calling me to cut a deal."

The woman grabbed the jacked Miles handed her silently as she pressed the loudspeaker and laid it onto the sink. "'Cause from my vantage point, it's the federal fugitive who's desperate."

The man walked further into the train station while Natasha scoffed and exchanged a look with the man that stood besides her, "From my vantage point, you look like you could use some bed rest. What is this, your second triple bypass?"

"I wouldn't worry about me. We got one Barton, we got Wilson and the other guy, the incredible shrinking convict. Rogers is on the run. You got no friends. Where you gonna go?", Ross questioned her a bit of arrogance in his voice.

"I lived a lot of lives before I met you, Ross. You shouldn't have gone through all this trouble. I'm done", the redhead answered him simply before she grabbed the phone and ended the call.

Miles rolled with his eyes as he pushed himself away from the wall, "This guy is such a pain in the ass."

"Really?", Natasha questioned him ironically as she opened the door from the toilet. Miles chuckled as he slowly followed her outside.

The two walked down the small corridor that lead towards the deck of a large ship. Natasha opened her hair as she held the door opened for Miles.

They walked through the cars, towards the other end of the ship. They both let their gaze wander around as they watched the many beautiful and gigantic mountains that the ship passed on it's way through the large river.

Natasha grabbed both of their phones and threw them into the water as inconspicuous as she could. The red head let out a sighed as she looked at Miles who spoke up, "We're going to need some new identities."

Natasha smirked at him, "And I know just the right person for that." The two smirked at each other before they slowly made their way back inside.

At the same time in Marocco Yelena and Alena laid on a flat roof their Sniper rifles in their hands as the sun shone down on them without any mercy.

A small line of sweat covered the forehead of the brunette that squeezed her left eye shut as she looked through the small round magnifying glass.

"Eyes on target. Waiting for the package", she informed the others shortly.

Yelena laid a little bit away from her as she did the same. Alena could watch how Oksana, an older widow that had betrayed the Red room, entered the room.

The woman followed her with her Sniper rifle as she heard the voice of another widow in her ear. "I have sights on collateral one."

Yelena squeezed one of her eyes shut as she muttered, "Firing in place of three."

Alena breathed calmly as she started counting, "Five, four-" She could hear a school bell going off in the distance as a couple of birds flew over their heads. "Three-"

Oksana, that stood inside of the building suddenly snapped her head towards Yelena's and Alena's direction. Her eyes widened as she quickly grabbed the package and started running towards the door as a smoke went off.

"She made us, target deployed smoke. She's on foot with the package. Stay high. Yelena and I'm going to ground", Alena instructed her confidently as she quickly stood up and left her Sniper rifle behind.

The two quickly jumped over the several roofs as they put on their belts. They quickly attached the black roap to the pole that stood on the roof before they walked down the wall of the house.

As they arrived down by the ground they immediately disconnected the roap from their belts and dashed through the next house. The family that sat by the table gave the confused looks as they followed them with their gazes.

They then run down the next street as they entered another large house. After they had both made their way through the lower etage Yelena harshly kicked the door opened.

There was a dull sound and a lout grunt before the door flew close again. The two assassin's quickly exited the building as they immediately spotted the package laying on the ground not far away from them.

Yelena immediately went for the package but the asian ex-assassin grabbed the small suitcase before she hit the blond into the face with it. Yelena let out a grunt while the woman kicked her away.

Alena quickly grabbed her knife from her belt as she approprached the black haired woman. Alena swung the blade at her but she avoided her attacks.

But as she wanted to run past Alena, the assassin quickly cut her leg with the sharp knife.

The asian woman let out a pained scream as she stummble forward, the package still in her hands. Yelena then tried to attack her from behind as the woman grabbed her arm and brought the blond towards the floor.

Yelena looked up at her breathing heavily as she whimpered, the dark haired woman pressed the blond's arm to the side, the small knife still in Yelena's hands.

As the asian woman wasn't paying attention Yelena let the knife fall into her free hand before she quickly stabbed her into the stomach and turned the blade around brutally.

The ex-assasim screamed loudly as she placed her hands over Yelena's but the the young woman didn't hesitated as she yanked the knife back again and sliced Oksana's stomach open.

The woman grunted as she fell to the floor not moving anymore. Alena joined Yelena again and they both turned the woman around.

But as soon as they had turned the asian ex-assasin around, the woman shot two vials of red powder at them.

The two young assassins' stumbled backwarfs immediately as they squeezed their eyes shut and shook their heads several times.

Alena looked pretty disoriented as she looked around and rubbed her eyes. Her gaze then fell onto the woman that laid on the ground, looking up at them. "Oksana?"

The woman let out pained sounds as the two younger assasins' kneeled down beside her. Yelena pressed her hand onto her wound as she muttered, "Oh no. What did I do?"

The asian took Alena's hand as she pressed a vial into her palm. "Free the others." That were the last words Oksana said before her grip on Alena's hands lossened and her head fell to the side.

Yelena let out a whimper as Alena carefully placed the vial back into the small black suitcase. "Yelena, Alena, we need a status report", a voice spoke through their earbuds'.

The two woman sat on the ground exchanging a long look before they both stabbed themselves into the leg. They both let out a loud grunt as the blade entered their soft skin.

Breathing out heavily Alena made a longer cut into the upper part of her leg, pulling out the tracker that had been placed in there.

"Yelena? Alena? We need a status report?!", their team mate repeated her words, this time louder than before. The two ignored her as they slowly got onto their feet.

Yelena grabbed the suitcase from the ground as the voice spoke up again, "Converge on team leader." The two russians' limped to the end of the street and quickly disappeared into the busy street of Marocco.

Yelena was still breathing heavily as she pushed past a couple of talking people. "I killed Oksana", the blond muttered more to herself than to Alena as another tear made it's way down her cheek.

"Yelena, we had no choice", the brunette told her as she walked behind there sister.

Alena placed a hand on the blond's shoulder and gave it a assuring squeeze. "Don't blame yourself."

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MILES SAT NEXT TO NATASHA IN THEIR SILVER TRUCK as the russian drove on the large streets of Norway. His eyes darted over the many big green trees and bushes that were growing on the side of the street, while Natasha turned on the radio.

A male voice immediately spoke through the radio speaker, "After the Sokovia Accords, the hunt is on for the remaining Avengers, Steve Rogers, Miles Barton and Natasha Romanoff are currently on the run."

The car finally stopped and Natasha pulled out the key as Miles took a last sip of his water bottle, he had opened as they had started their drive. The two looked out of the window as Miles sighed, "Home sweet Home."

The two exchanged a look before they both grabbed their guns and jumped out of the truck. Natasha walked through the grass, being as quiet as possible while Miles followed behind her, making a disgusted grimace as his gaze fell onto the trash that laid infront of them.

The femal red head opened the door of the large silver camper before they both entered it. They tiptoe down the camper but as Natasha arrived by the slightly opened bedroom door she started smirking.

The russian slowly pushed the door opened as she entered the room, Natasha approached the man that laid on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

Miles leaned against the door frame smirking as Natasha kicked the stranger against his foot. The man flinched and sat up in surprise while he looked up at Natasha, "You're in my bed."

The man frowned at her, "I'm- I'm not even under the covers." The russian scoffed while she turned around. The three walked out of the bed room towards the kitchen, "Did you get everything on my list?"

"Got passports, entry visas, acouole of local driver licenses. Mix and Match, you two should be able to stretch it to 20 or so identities."

Natasha looked at the passports in her hands as she raised both of her eyebrows, "Fanny Longbottom and Mike Bailey?"

The dark skinned man shrugged at her, "What?" The russian smirked at him, "What are you twelve?"

The man had both of his hands behind his back as he laughed, "What? That are a legitimate names."

Miles sat down on the chair as he crossed his arms over his chest watching how the man walked through the camper.

"We've got a generator outside. It's petrol-powered. And the spetic tank will need a flush inna couplemid weeks, but, you know, I've got a guy coming bfor that."

Miles raised an eyebrow at the man that now sat down beside him, "What's with the rubbish?"

"You have to haul you rubbish into town. It's just a 20-minute drive." He then pointed outside, "I got your basic hardware kit stashed under the stairs."

"Nice."

The man eyed Natasha and then Miles as he stood up again, "Are you okay?" Natasha exchanged a look with Miles who shrugged at her. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged at them, "I hear things. You know, something about the Avengers getting divorced-"
Natasha looked down to her hands as she played with a hairtie. "Ugh, it's fine."

Miles suddenly stood up from his seat as he still had his arms crossed over his chest, "But we don't pay you to worry." The man smiled at the two for a moment before he spun around and left the camper.

Natasha nudged her shoulder against Miles as she gave him a pointed look, "What?"

"Be nice", Natasha warned him as he gaze suddenly fell onto a box that stood besides the door. "Oh, hey!", she kicked against it as she looked at the man that stood now on the green grass, looking back at them.

"What's all this junk?"

"Oh, just some mail and personals from the Budapest safe house", he told them as Natasha frowned. "Budapest?"

The man nodded his head shortly, "Yeah, uh Budapest." The red head shook her head, looking confused as she pronounce the word weirdly, "No, it's Budapest."

The dark skinned man looked back at her, repeating th word over and over again, "Budapest, Budapest."

The man then shrugged as he looked away, "Whatever, I knew you weren't going back there, so I've got someone else in the flat now."

The red head looked down at the box again as she shrugged, "Sorry you want through the trouble, I would've told you to chuck it."

"Well, you don't want it, throw it in the rubbish", he answered her as he started to walk away from the camper.

Natasha and Miles both looked at each other and shrugged before Natasha closed the door.

A few hours later the two had showered and changed into new cloths. Natasha stood infront of the kitchen sink as she had a box of hair dye in her hand, for platinum blond hair.

Miles walked past her, putting his beer onto the table before he grabbed the box that stood besides the door. "And you sure you don't want to look inside?", he questioned her as he opened the door.

"Nah, I rather not", the russian answered him as she continued to stare at the hair dye. Miles smiled lightly as he looked at his best friend, "You should dye it, it would look good on you."

He then exited the camper and put the box onto the luggage space. The black haired man let his gaze wander around the dark landscape for a moment, befor he climbed back into the warm camper.

Natasha had just placed her computer onto the table infront of them before she opened Miles beer and handed him the bottle.

The two softly let their bottles collided with each other and smiled as they did. Natasha had chose their favourite film to watch as it got darker and darker outside.

After an hour they were finally by their favourite seen of the movie and Miles spoke the line as usual, "Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python?"

Natasha rose an eyebrow at him while she smirked and took a bite from her food, "Because I discovered he had a crush on me."

The two chuckled but right in that moment the generator went off leaving the two friends in complete darkness. "Oh, great."

Miles immediately stood up and went outside to check if the generator could be turned on again, but after a few times trying he eventually gave up.

Natasha joined him outside and grabbed a small white container before she approached the car and placed it onto the back seat.

Miles jumped into the seat beside her and the two drove to the city as the music from the radio filled the car.

They just reach the crossing that would lead them into the City and as Natasha wanted to steer the car to the left, something hit them hardly.

An explosion went off, making the car fly through the air while it spun around fastly. Natasha and Miles let out a couple of grunts before the car hit the railing of the bridge.

The two were immediately unconcussioned but that didn't last long. After a short moment they both woke up again and realized that they hung over the railing with the front of their car.

Natasha glanced out of the window and spotted someone outside slowly approaching them. Miles opened his seatbelt before he quickly helped Natasha with hers.

The two slowly climbed to the back of the car which made it lean back onto the street. Natasha peeked out of the window again, as she shouted, "I'm pretty sure Ross has no jurisdiction here!"

She sat onto one of the seats as she grabbed her gun and loaded it. "And you should know that I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off!"

The read head aimed at the stranger while Miles grabbed his bow and arrow that laid in the back of the car.

The stranger in a weird looking suit held up his shield and the bullets Natasha had shot at him hit it and fell to the ground.

At some point her magazine was empty and she reloaded it as the stranger threw his shield at them. It got stuck in the window frame right infont of the womans face. Natasha's eyes widened before she climbed out of the car, as did Miles.

The two had their weapons aimed at the car where the stranger had stood before, but there was no one.

The two breathed heavily, Natasha glanced over her shoulder but right in that moment they both spotted him flying over their heads.

Natasha immediately shot at him as Miles grabbed one of his exploding arrows and shot it at the shield.

The arrow collided with the shiked and let out a beeping tone before the explosion went off. The young man quickly shielded Natasha from it.

The stranger was sent backwards but immediately jumped onto his feet again before he grabbed his shiled from the ground and punched Natasha her gun out of her hand.

The russian quickly climbed onto the strangers shoulders' before she tried to throw him to the ground, but instead he did the same thing with her. Natasha grunted loudly as she collided with the hard street.

Miles grabbed another arrow and pulled it out of his quiver. But before he could shoot at his opponent, the bow was kicked out of his hands.

The stranger flew skillfully through the air and kicked him into the face, making Miles grunt as he fell to the ground. Natasha looked at the stranger with fear in her blue eye, while the robot- like looking stranger stared back at her.

The two jumped both onto their feet at the same time and watched each other closely. A red shine flashed over the mask of the stranger as Natasha crooked her head to the side curious.

But instead of attacking her the stranger gazed over his shoulder at something that laid by the car. He stood up and walked over to the car slowly. Natasha followed after his gaze, past Miles who spatted blood onto the ground.

The woman squeezed her eyes shut as her gaze fell onto the small suitcase that laid a bit away from them. "You're not here for me."

She then quickly grabbed the knife that she had hidden in her right shoe and run up to the stranger. Natasha attacked him from behind but he quickly spun around and avoided her attack.

He grabbed her arm but Natasha let the knife just fall into her other hand before she swung it at him again. The stranger fixed her arm and pressed the russian to the ground as he grabbed her by the hair.

Natasha let out a couple of grunts before he threw her away, but meanwhile Miles was back on his feet and grabbed her knife that laid on the floor as he approached the figure.

The assassin spun around and kicked him into the stomach before but Miles quickly grabbed the grabbing hook from his belt and slung it around his opponents feet.

The stranger was lifted into the air while Natasha run towards the suitcase. But the stranger cut the roap of the grabbing hook with a large blade and swung through the air, over Miles head, who watched him with big eyes.

Natasha looked back over her shoulder as she saw him coming towards her. She grabbed the suitcase and the shield from the ground as she avoided his attacks and made her way over to Miles.

At some point Natasha tried to hit him with the suitcase, but the assasin grabbed it and now the read head had only the shiled to defend herself.

Miles grabbed the shield from her hands and wanted to approach the assasin but the stranger kicked against the shiled, sending him and Natasha over the railing.

The two fell into the cold water with a loud spalsh and vanished under the surface as if they had never been there.

After a long time the two had finally arrived by the other side of the river. They both caughed several times hardly while they stumbled through the water toward the land.

As they head reached the grass, Miles panted and leaned against one of the big stones as his eyes wandered back towards the bridge, "What the hell was this thing?!"

"I have no idea", Natasha answered him as she pulled out the red vials that she had hidden in her jacket.

"What are those?", Miles questioned her curious as the birght red light of the vials shone onto his face. "I don't know", Natasha answered him as she shot him a look.

Miles backed up a bit as he held up his hands, Natasha shook her head to herself as she looked back at the vials.

The woman then noticed something in-between thm and slowly pulled it out as she still panted heavily.

Her eyes widened immediately as she recognized the three girl on the picture. Her, Yelena and Alena were all hugging each other as they smiled into the camera. The red head held the picture closer towards the red light as she muttered, "Oh, shit!"