[right]The Far, Far Past
S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ; Washington D.C.[/right]The silence was nearly killing Clint as Coulson and him had a stare down. Clint wasn't going to crack first. No way. As if sensing his determination, Coulson gave an exaggerated sigh. He grabbed the file Fury had pushed at Clint and flipped it open, twisting it so Clint could see it.

"This is Black Widow. She also goes by Tatiana Sokolova, Alion Vans, Natasha Romanoff, Marya Konn, Irina Zlataryova and Audrey. And no, we don't know if any of those names are her real one. She's a Russian Assassin. She's linked mostly to the KGB." Coulson flipped the file from the photo of an attractive Redhead woman. "She's killed many people SHIELD would have rathered stayed alive. She poses a very real threat to national security."

Clint watched as Coulson flipped through photos of Black Widow's confirmed kills. He pressed his lips together. "[color=bc8dbf]So you want to kill her first. If that it?[/color]"

Coulson raised an eyebrow. Clint's you vs. we wasn't missed. "Yes. We've received good intel that she's assigned to kill someone in Madripoor. You will find out who, and stop her."

"[color=bc8dbf]And if I refuse?[/color]" Clint asked casually, even though the question was anything but.

"You push the rules Clint. You don't follow orders and you're a pain in the ass of not only SHEILD but the WSA." Coulson looked Clint steadily in the eyes. "But I think you're a damn fine agent, even Fury agrees. He wouldn't have recruited you if he didn't." Coulson stood up from the table. "I think it's about time you stop punishing yourself."

Clint stared at the empty seat even as the door swung closed. After a long while he pulled the file closer and began to read.[hr][right]The Present
A dirty motel; Libson, Portugal[/right][quote=Natasha][color=#cc0000] “You’ve gone soft,”[/color][/quote]
Clint's eyes were wide even before the words left her mouth. His hands flew to his chest, something he did often when [i]offended[/i]. "[color=bc8dbf]I'm not soft![/color]" He protested. "[color=bc8dbf]I am super freaking awesome.[/color]" When Nat continued on to some of Clint's other ramblings, he gave himself a mental pat on the back. Her dour mood from earlier had been slightly eased. It would never go away, but Clint knew how to make her forget, if only for a while.

Clint's eyes lit up at Natasha's suggestion of shirt. "[color=bc8dbf]Or even, 'My friends went to Portugal and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.'[/color]"

The archer snickered at his own joke. The headset on was a gentle murmur in the back ground. "[color=bc8dbf]But you know what would really be awesome?[/color]" Clint didn't wait for Nat to guess, instead he just plowed right on with nary a breath. "[color=bc8dbf]When I was trailing ---[/color]"

Clint was on his feet with his hand pulling his gun. "[color=bc8dbf]Damn it![/color]" Clint hissed as gun fire still echoed in his ears from the headset. Clint didn't often use a gun, but ever since they hit the stage in Europe he'd become widely known. After Manhattan he had been able to still fly under the radar in a lot of circles. But now? Everyone recognized his distinctive style. Which unfortunately meant he had been using normal weapons up to this point, guns and knives. He did bring his bow, but that was only for worst case scenario. 

"[color=bc8dbf]Someone's shooting up Yuri's.[/color]"

Clint shoved said gun back in it's holster, ripped off the head set and made a b-line for his shoes. He didn't check to see if Natasha was coming, he knew she was. So even after he shoved his feet into his shoes, grabbed his 'go bag' and the rental cars keys, he knew she was ready.