Natalie's POV
Wait. I have no idea why that woman paused instead of catching me back to Shield. I mean, I have been a major thorn in their sides for quite a few years. But why would the woman react like that? It's not like it was the first time she was seeing someone. We both stared at each other for a few seconds. Her eyes held the faraway look you have when you're reliving something. She put her hand to her ear, probably going to inform someone else. Seizing my chance, I started to run, but the woman clutched my shirt, causing it to rip slightly. I glared at her. I suddenly realised that my arrow necklace, the one that belonged to my Mom, had flew out of my suit. The woman was staring at it, her hand still holding my slightly ripped shirt tightly. Well. There was only one thing for it. I pulled away, ripping the patch away from my shoulder and bolted.
Racing through the park and ignoring the happy going ons around me, I ran for my life, not wanting Shield to catch me after evading them for so long. I took a quick look back. No one was chasing after me. I sighed and relaxed. Slowing to a jog, I panted and paused. Well, my cover was completely busted now. I had to find a new place to crash or most preferably, a new state or country. I jolted as sudden pain came from my shoulder. Looking down, I saw that an arrow had clipped my right shoulder and I was currently bleeding out. Looking for the source of the arrow, I saw a guy dressed in black ( seriously, what is it with people and black these days?) holding a bow and an arrow on the top of a building. Someone's not trying to be subtle, is he? I pulled out the arrow brutally, the metallic smell of blood hit my nose and I recoiled. That smell brought back way too many memories. I moved forward, knowing that the wound would probably heal in a few seconds or so given my advanced healing abilities that I inherited from my mom. I can't remember her face though...
" Hey!" The guy shouted. His voice sounded strangely familiar. " I'm here to offer you a job. How'd you like to join Shield?" He asked. I scoffed. As if I would want to join such a filthy organization.
" What's it to you?" I asked. He looked down. The light shifted and hit his face. I caught sight of his blond hair and blue eyes, enough for me to get an accurate description of him and to recognize him later. Turning, I bolted. I heard him notch an arrow and shoot, hitting my left shoulder. The searing pain made me wince. The wound on my right shoulder had already healed almost completely, but the left one was still bleeding. I cursed and removed it, holding it so that my DNA wouldn't be captured by Shield. Grabbing my bow out of my coat, I unfolded it and grabbed an arrow. Notching it, I let it fly and it hit its mark on the man's left leg, causing him to buckle and fall. He clutched his leg, obviously not blessed with my wonderful healing abilities. I put my bow back into its hiding spot and bolted away, leaving the man in agony on the floor.
Natasha's POV
I recovered from my spell and stood up. Clint had went after the girl, she was our mission after all. It wasn't common that I broke down like I did, I was usually known as the Black Widow, the cold, emotionless killer or Shield agent now that I had joined the organization. No one had seen through my emotionless mask. Except for Clint. He was the one who knew me the best. I broke into a run, the super solider serum coursing through my veins, causing my adrenaline levels to be boosted. My run quickened as I went off, finding Clint. When I did find him, on the top of a roof of course, he was not in a good way. His leg was bleeding, but he had obviously removed whatever was causing it to bleed.
" Clint!" I yelled I raced over to his side. I internally slapped myself. I tried to staunch the bleeding and put my hand to my ear. " Stark, you copy?"
" Agent Catsuit! Whatddaya want?" I nearly rebuked him for giving me such a nickname, but bit my tongue.
" Really not the time, Stark. Clint's hit. Call the medics." I said. Clint grabbed my hand, which was on the wound to stop him from bleeding out.
" Tash, I'm fine." Clint said. I slapped his face softly. " It's only a skin wound!"
" No, you aren't fine! Stay still and wait for Stark," I reprimanded. " By the way, what were you hit with?" I asked. He lifted up an arrow. I scoffed.
" No, Barton, I'm being serious." I said. He nodded.
" I'm being serious!" He said. " She hit me with an arrow!" I had no time to react when Stark finally arrived in his Iron Man suit, flying up to the roof.
" I'll take him," Stark said.
" No. I'm going with him." I said. Tony sighed.
" Natasha, he's going to bleed out if you don't," he said and I surrendered. Tony picked Clint up and flew away, promising to bring news of his condition. I sighed and started back to base.
Natalie's POV
Gosh, this is worse than I thought! I will have to escape Brooklyn soon because I have way too many stalkers ( courtesy of Shield.) I've blown every one of my safe houses, so I have literally nowhere to go. There are still three men tailing me. I walked into a shopping centre because I have nothing to do. Walking into a shop, I pretend to look at the clothes. The second the men to look away, I walk further into the shop, heading straight for the escalator. Running down, I hide amongst the growing crowd and head for the exit. I look back and see the men hot on my trail. Damn. I race out, hoping that my agility can overtake those big, buff men. Spotting a car, I run over and immediately unlock the door due to my awesome picking lock skills. Getting inside, I quickly hotwired the car and started the ignition. I quickly drove away. Don't ask how I know how to drive. I just do. It's a really handy skill for a fifteen year old to pick up. Driving on the road, I glance in the mirrors. No one is tailing me. Good. I drive forward and nearly faint. At the front, there is a ' Stop, police incident' signboard. I groan. This would be the worst day to get pulled over by police!
A/N
Okay, so this was a bit rushed, so it may not be that good. I apologise in advance if you find it unsatisfactory. However, I would appreciate comments and votes, if you could manage it?
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Stephanie signing off!