Spider's Trap

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Darkness seemed to be the mood of the facility. Every corner felt full of shadows and with that a despairing unknown. Keen on having a line of sight Hawkeye's progress was slow and steady with the ultimate goal of the records room well ahead of him. It had taken him almost two months to get to this point and he knew the most dangerous part of a mission was the moment you started to think it was in the bag. He also knew that he was now moving though one of the most dangerous facilities a person could walk though. In the early stage of his infiltration the silence of his bow had let him deal with watchful eyes. All non lethal with the use of taser arrows which delivered a strong electric shock to whatever the arrowhead strikes.

Now inside Hawkeye felt his bow while effective, would be a disadvantage with so many corners. So after he had it collapse back into his quiver and pulled a long knife and pistol he continued to move forward. Short hallways and more rooms than he cared to count Clinton finally found the part of the building he was looking for. It had taken him hours to make it there unseen. A quick step and shuffle though the door had him in the room. He turned just as the light clicked on and the sound of a bullet pulling into a chamber could be heard. Turning to face the sound he saw an excellent example of beauty and danger.

Standing with their weapons aimed straight at him were almost ten young woman ranging from teenagers to young adults. In the middle of the room was a large man with a massive scar on his face. He held a folder and was flipping though the pages. "You are not an unknown player in this world Mister Barton." The man said while walking forward. "Of course now that you have walked into our home." He was now face to face with Hawkeye who had now dropped his gun and knife. The man reached back and punched Clinton square in the stomach knocking the wind and making him fall over. "I am going to have to insist on you staying."

--------------------------------------------------------One Week Later--------------------------------------------------------

The past week had been a long string of your standard torture, terrible food, and of course lots of time to think. On the off chance that his food was given in person he would talk to them with a casual amount of flirting and disinterest. It showed he was far from being broken and had been well trained in the art of withstanding pain. Both though his SHIELD training and life experience had groomed him into something that was more than just a solider or spy. He was what everyone knew a man able to stand with the greats of the world. Names which everyone on Earth knew. Thankfully he was lesser known to the public. His life was in the shadow just like the place which held him prisoner.

Natasha.. Well Black Widow, she walked towards the garage walking towards her motorcycle, well it was Hawkeye's but she wanted to borrow it. Besides, she was going to rescue him.. again. As she got on the motorcycle , she twisted the handle putting on gas as she took off. The huge garage door opening as she was out of the HQ. She sighed looking at the sunlight, twsiting the handle once more putting more gas, as the motorcycle went faster she looked down at the Radar looking at the red dot, which was Hawkeye, Good thing, Fury attached a small mic that showed where Hawkeye was.

She started to have flashbacks, remembering everything that Fury told her to do. It was just a basic, enter the locatiom secretly, kick ass grab Hawkeye and leave. But he told her, that she neede to becareful due to the best fighters being in that location. She didnt care, she wanted Hawkeye back. They started as spies together and she wasn't going to just leave him.

As she was getting closer , she noticed , two guys fully black dressed with guns. She got out of her motorcycle, but far away not to be seen. As she placed her back in the wall, grabbing two smoke pebbles as she threw both of them as the pebble exploded with smoke. She ran kicking a guy in the neck, and grabbing the other guy's arm twisting it as she made a high kick at his jaw knocking him out. As the smoke was still there, she silently walked to the back entering the location, opening the back door with just a simple hair pin as the smoke cleared.BlackWidow was already in. As she was stealth, since it was dark she tried to be silent looking around for Hawkeye.

Meal time had come and gone with no food being brought. This was not the most common pattern so it made Clint wonder if something new was in store for him today. When the door opened he was internally relieved to see that it was one of the widow trainees with a tray of food. The girls name was Sasha and she was very much a girl. Likely to be one of the youngest she seemed to have been put in charge of feeding the prisoners and as such had grown to be one of the only highlights of being a guest of the facility. With a week shared between them Clint had grown to watch her and see that she was not meant to be thrown into this world. She was smaller than the others and when she was near a person making a sudden move she would sometimes shrink making it obvious there was abuse involved with her training. This more than anything made Hawkeye angry. He didn't see it but he had begun to project his desire to protect Natasha on this young girl. Thinking that if someone had been able to get her out of this world she would have had a chance to live a normal life. Something he felt was never possible for him.

When the food was set down and his shackles releasing him from the seat he picked up the food and looked back at Sasha. He didn't speak. he noticed that if he did talk to her she would seem frighted and suspected that she was hit or reprimanded for speaking to the prisoner. So instead he had learned to communicate in other ways. Today the meal was a simple sandwich with some cheese. He pulled the cheese out and eating it carefully he ended up with a strip of food and then nodded with his head. The left over food spelled a simple thanks in broken English. When she picked it up the food was mixed up and the message gone, having already been read and earning a small smile from the girl. As she got ready to leave an alarm started to scream and a heavy Russian voice blared over the facility. "Failure to report from checkpoint. Base move to high alert." Not knowing if it was a rescue or something else Clint couldn't help but worry that whatever it was didn't seem to be going completely as planned.

Black Widow heard an alarm going off as she looked around. "Damn.." she said flipping her short red hair as she walked towards another door closing it behind her. She took a deep breath noticing two guys with guns pointing at her. "Come on sweeties.. you honestly think.. that im going to hurt yall? You are right..." she nodded grabbing a pebble from behind her as she threw it, causing the pebble to explode in a smoke. "Shit... What now.." she said as she walked out of the room as the smoke dissapeared. She saw alot of guys running away and looking around, as BlackWidow moved out fast walking to another room.

There she saw a cage, she walked towards it looking at Hawkeye. "Hey.. I finally fou-" she was inturrupted by a guy that kicked her in the bag, she turned around kicking him on the face, as she grabbed his head and slamming it against the wall as he was knocked out. Black Widow then grabbed both of her pistols looking around to see if there was more people.

In the world of romance the woman walked down the stairs with a long flowing dress and her hair long and wavy. In his world that scene was replaced with a skin tight sneak suit. The hair is shorter and the walk down the stairs is replaced with a dark room and several armed men. The end result was in the movies and in Clint's eyes both scenes couldn't help, but see it in slow motion. Both hands extending the weapons they held with poise and deadly understanding made him start to smile as he saw she was still in perfect form. Not that anything about her was imperfect in a man's eye.

"Didn't know I was so well hidden." He said. Walking forward and reaching into the unconscious guards jacket Clint found the keys to his homely little cage. Unlocking the key and walking out he moved over to the lockers by the corner and started to kick the door until it opened by breaking the latch. Inside was a quiver and bow which had seen a lot of missions together with the two super spies. Flexing forward and snapping his arm back the bow flipped out and was now combat ready. His mind then started to go though their different options for escaping the facility. "Any bright ideas?" He asked Natasha.

Natasha looked at Clint as she placed both of her hands on her hips raising an eyebrow at him. She smiled walking forward, all flirty like. But as soon as she got to his face, she slapped him across the face. "That one.. is for leaving to do this mission, like your damn supermen!" she slapped him again. "And that one is for leaving me alome, while you have..most of the fun." she said looking around as she reloaded her pistols looling back at Clint. "Now? We go and finish this damn mission of yours.. so hurry up and lets go. Besides... im craving to kick some ass.. and from bright ideas.. well we find what you want to find.. kick a little of ass and we leave!" she shrugged turning around as she walked towards the door, her leather tight outfit showing her perfect body. She turned her head smiling at Clint. "Well come on superman.." she rolled her eyes shaking her head, still a little mad to as why he came here all alone with all this guards and stuff.

The slap was strong with a lingering tingle like what you feel when a love one gently draws on your skin with a finger. It also woke him up just a little bit more and stopped his eyes from resting on wonderfully familiar lines on Natasha's body. "Superman wishes he got to work with us." He said and then moved for the door. It was still a half inch open and after taking a look he saw several people making their way towards them. "I think we are going to have to get out by force." he then pulled an arrow and drew it back. He let the string go and the arrow just shot straight though the small crack between the door and wall. A moment later and the sound of the arrow making contact with its target could be heard. It then made the second sound of shooting a small electric shock outward rendering the small group of gunmen unconscious. "Lets go." He said opening the door and then moving down the hallway. He kicked the weapons away and finally picked one up and tossed it towards Black Widow. "In case your bracelets need a rest." He said.