Spider's Web

[justice]

Hawkeye felt a hand pull on his chest armor and tug him in a new direction. Even when he was leading his partner had the strength and grace to move him however she wanted. It had never happened, but Clint had mused what it would be like to dance with Natasha on more than one occasion. There were a hundred reasons for why she would likely try to step up for the role of lead for example she was in the ballet for years, he didn't know how to dance, and she had been to far more fancy parties than he had. All the same when they worked together it felt like a constant dance with the leader changing. He loved it and enjoyed how it forced him to stay on his toes and kept him alive. Not lost in thought, but not completely focused Hawkeye was caught off guard by the attack coming from around the corner. He stepped back and turned while making sure Sasha was firmly resting on his shoulder as the Black Widow dealt with the obstacle.

Once the assailant started to slump against the wall and Natasha broke into a run he picked up the pace and caught up with her. "You know I got to say I don't always feel like a little boy, but this place really has me jumping at shadows." He was careful not to poke fun at the place itself. After all this was a place very much involved in Natasha's life and the last thing he wanted to do was bad mouth it. Destroy it yes, but not talk ill of her experience. The silly realization of that thought actually made him chuckle which was difficult considering they were running. All the same it seemed his only super power was the ability to keep a level head and sometimes crack a smile or laugh in bad situations. It was what made him so different than a vast majority of other SHIELD agents. That and the fact that his weapon of choice was invented over a 60,000 years ago.

The two ran around a corner which seemed to have better lighting which made Clint feel like they were around the office area of the complex. Hearing plenty of footsteps matched with a lot of metal and armor clambering he saw a small door and opened it. Reaching back and grabbing Natasha by the wrist he yanked her close without much thought and pulled her into the closet. Reaching behind her he pulled the door closed. His arm already around her rested on her back as the two remained silent while the sounds of what could only be described as a small army moved past the closet and down towards where the intruders had likely last been radioed in. As they passed the silence was not broken and yet seemed to be cut though by the fact of how close the two were. Even with a small woman around his shoulder Clint had brought Natasha chest to chest with each being able to feel the others breath. It was a silence that was encompassed with silence and thought.

A soft moan came from behind Clinton. It was Sasha who seemed to have started to come around. This was not good. He knew she and Widow had fought and was unlikely to be interested in Clint's plan of taking her away from here. Still he was firm in his resolve to get her away from it. What's more the moan seemed to be loud enough to have caught the attention of some stragglers heading off with the large group of security. In a quiet whisper Clint planned out their next move with Nat. "Special arrowhead type in 13." He said. He meant for her to type in the number on his STARK quiver. Number 13 was a sedative needle tipped arrow and could be used to keep Sasha asleep until they were out of the complex and able to focus on her. "After that I think a number 5 would be best." That one being the electrical charged one good for small groups and those wearing metal armor.

[Spiderbite]

Natasha held her tongue when she grabbed by the elbow and yanked into the rather tight utility closet. She didn't question Clint's judgement to hide, not even silently, she simply accepted it for what it was and quietly allowed him to take the lead once more. It suddenly dawn to her, while having her chest pressed against his, that she would follow this man to the end of the world and back if asked her too. Compromised, indeed. Who would have thought Natasha Romanoff, dubbed the infamous Black Widow, could fall for something as stupid as love. Nat hadn't been this close to Barton since they had run off together shortly after the whole mayhem of New York and even in the midst of being in the nest of perhaps the world's deadliest spiders, she could still get lost in his steel blue eyes.

The moan from Sasha sliced through the silence sharper than any knife could and Nat found herself inwardly chiding herself for letting Agent Barton compromise her so. She listened as foot steps drew closer towards the closet, Sasha having given away their position. Natasha silently listened to Hawkeye's plan, catching on to what he was saying. With a curt nod to show her understanding, she reached around his body and punched in the first number, knowing exactly what it was. Clinton had used it before on another mission they had gone in together, but as for the second number she had never had the pleasure of knowing what it was; still she didn't question him.
The electric quiver silently prepared the arrow with the Special 13 arrowhead which Nat pulled out of the quiver and rather sternly jabbed the point of it into Sasha thighs, her eyes glancing over at Clint for just a second. The manner she had done the deed in showed she wasn't all too happy to have Sasha along with them.

Afterwards Romanoff returned the arrow back to the quiver, punched in the new number and then pulled the same arrow out with the new Special 5 arrow head on it. She also took out the folded STARK bow and gave both to Clint to hold in one hand. She then helped him ease Sasha onto the floor of the closet so that he could have both of his hands free to fire the arrow. Although a master marksman, Natasha was no where near Hawkeye's lever of skill when it came to the bow so she thought it best for him to do the deed. That and she didn't know what exactly was the '5's' function.

[justice]

With their extra baggage now securly unconcious Hawkeye was able to focus on the encroaching pressure of whoever was on the other side of the door. With the electric arrow firmly in his hand he waited and watched for any sign of the door handle shifting or turning. It became a moment trapped in a second that would never end. Finally he saw the knob start to turn slowly. Smiling at the small amount of fortune they had recieved he tapped the arrows neck against his bow which activated the arrow head. He then stabbed the arrowhead against the door knob and watched as a small arc of electricity shot though the metal. On the other side a scream could be heard along with the familiar sound of a body folding and falling to the floor.

The second part took less than a second. Turning the knob and kicking the door out which smashed the gun out of the hands of one of the few remaining armed men in the hallway. The two masters of combat shot forward and continued the attack with a surge saved for sever moments of serious situations. Even with a small girl over his shoulder Clinton seemed to dance around the men. Using his bow as a off set weapon he used it to smack guns out of the hands of those who had them pointed towards his partner while she dealt with the remaining three is the blink of an eye. All found themselves on the ground without having seen her beautiful body in motion.

Now surronded by unarmed and inactive guards the two looked and silently told each other they had to move fast. So in a stead pace made their way down the hall and towards the garage area of the building. From there they stopped by the door and looked though the small window to see what was in front of them. Since most of the force behind the base was now heading towards the east gate area there were only a few remaining. Hawkeye smiled as he watched the few guns walk in simple patrol paths. "I think is is going to need a silent touch." He said while bending down and setting Sasha down. He then stood up and gave Natasha a nod to stay with the girl and if need be move into the garage area and follow him.

In a quick motion he opened the door and drew back his bow. An arrow already notched flew as he let it fly and struck home in the center mass of a guard. He then drew back another arrow and shortly watched it fly straight at true. This one found its home in the neck of a man standing by the loading dock doors. Another scan of the area and three more arrows made Clinton the only living soul left in the room. A moment later he was joined by Natasha who handed Sasha to him. "I think it is about time we leave this little school reunion." He said. Holding onto a explosive tipped arrow he smashed it down onto a gas pump line near the doors and watched as the arrow started to blink showing that the timer had been set. Hawkeye ran back to the doors and followed Natasha out into the cold Russian night.