( He still doesn’t know quite what he was thinking. His orders had been clear: Target: Black Widow. Terminate. The same kind of mission he’d been on so many times before. And he’d never missed his target. Until now. Now he’s in a secure SHIELD base on an island just east of Japan, the closest one to Moscow. Has it really only been twelve hours ago that he was standing on a snowy rooftop and waiting for the chance to let his arrow fly? It feels like so much longer. There’s a cold sweeping through him, more bitter than the Russian snow. It cuts him down to his bones.
It’s protocol, to have her restrained. It doesn’t feel right, or good, but it’s protocol. So far all else on this mission has gone horribly wrong, so he has to at least make a show of it now. Now, while he risks his career—which is basically his life—on a hunch, the hunch that Natasha Romanoff is more than she seems and better than everyone thinks she is. Clint doesn’t like being wrong, and he never plans to be. But even as he steps into the room he puts on a cold mask, his eyes hard. This has to be done right, or it cannot be done at all. )
Ms. Romanoff. Nice to see you again. I take it you understand what’s going to happen, now?
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It’s protocol, to have her restrained. It doesn’t feel right, or good, but it’s protocol. So far all else on this mission has gone horribly wrong, so he has to at least make a show of it now. Now, while he risks his career—which is basically his life—on a hunch, the hunch that Natasha Romanoff is more than she seems and better than everyone thinks she is. Clint doesn’t like being wrong, and he never plans to be. But even as he steps into the room he puts on a cold mask, his eyes hard. This has to be done right, or it cannot be done at all. )
Ms. Romanoff. Nice to see you again. I take it you understand what’s going to happen, now?