[right]The Far, Far Past
Madripoor[/right]
Clint adjusted his light jacket as rain began to pour from the sky. Over the past week he had followed in Black Widow's wake. A trail of dead bodies appeared as her calling card. Whatever reservations he had about hunting down a woman were gone. This Black Widow was dangerous. Too dangerous. And he was up against her alone. With only Coulson for backup. 

Whom, Clint had discovered, was a true fan boy. He could name the X-men, knew everything about Captain America (God, Clint was sick of hearing about the man. If he heard the words Steve Rogers or Captain America one more time he was going to ram his sharpest most stabby arrow right up Coulson's--)

Clint jerked as the door he was huddling next to opened. That was his cue. Apparently the men she was targeting were associated with his [i]auction[/i] that was happening. As in, happening right now. Of course he wasn't invited. Hence, the sneaking in. And he was in disguise too. 

Clint shed his waterproof jacket and exposed a suit. It wasn't the best quality. But apparently it matched the serving staff's uniform. Hooray for posing as staff. Did Clint ever mention how much he hated his life right about now? No, well he does. Very much so. 

"Ballroom is to the east." Coulson's calm voice was soft in his ear. 

Clint could hear him but Coulson couldn't hear Clint. Clint didn't think it was the best course of action because now that he was inside he was literally on his own. Come Hell or High Water, Clint Barton was a solo act. Hopefully Black Widow knew the two step.

Clint passed a waiter and snagged the tray right out of her hands and continued into the ballroom.[hr][right]The Present
Libson, Portugal[/right]Clint reached out and grabbed the case as he scrambled to his feet. His ears were ringing from the grenade. A quick sweep of the room with his eyes revealed that Natasha was no where in sight. Clint could only trust that is she needed help, she'd let him know. He had learned long ago that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. It was getting her to allow other people to help had been the issue. But, no, her being gone wasn't the issue. Well... it was, only because that meant she was probably outside sitting in the car. [i]Waiting[/i].

Which meant Clint was going to loose. And have to eat Thai food.

That... wasn't that bad actually. There was this eggplant dish that was to die for. It was the loosing part. And Nat was such a troll. She's lord it over him for days. Of course Clint would do the same. But that wasn't the point! Damn it. It was the principle of the thing. And Clint hated to lose to Nat. Or to anyone. 

With that though propelling him as he climbed to his feet he turned to see the twisted remnants of the seedy motel's doors. In the rubble lay a few men. Dead. Clint ignored them, they were of no concern. It was the few that were still on their feet that held his attention. With two quick shots he took down the two nearest. Just in time to see Widow appear from somewhere, jump on a guy and use him as a human shield. 

Clint was still adjusting his aim as the last gunman fell, blood raining from his head. There was a split second when Clint reassessed the scene before he was off running for the car.