Picture: Scarlett Johansson as young Natasha Romanoff in Avengers:Age of Ultron

Music: "Until The End (Acoustic)" by Quietdrive

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TWO

"Hurry up," the Hydra guard snaps at me, pushing the end of his riffle into my back. "Walk faster. The plane leaves in two minutes."

Today's the day. The day I kill again.

We make our way towards the doors, and they open before us. A large plane, the size that could carry tanks, is already getting it's engines turned on. The loudness of a hundred men making their way to different stations invades my ears, and I'm tempted to cut them off. I place my hands over my ears, tangling them in my short, brown locks.

"This way," the guard says, guiding me to a small room in the plane. "Sit, and shut up." I glare at the guard as he pulls the door closed, leaving me to my thoughts.

I have to get out of here. I can't bare the killing anymore. I have nothing left. They have taken my freedom, my life, and my dignity. But I have no family, no money, and no way to get away from Hydra. Not alive, at least, and they know that. They would never kill me. Just torture me.

They've done this to another one. Barnes. I barely remember him. He was one of my first trainers. He taught me hand-to-hand and how to shoot. It was when he started to take pitty on me that they whiped and froze him. I miss him. He was good, like me. Just in a bad situation.

Am I good? I ask myself. Can I be even okay after all I've done?

Of course I can. I will make up for this. For all this, someday.

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Clint Barton P.O.V.

Coulson is like a father to me, Maria is like my sister, Nick is like that crazy uncle that everyone is kind of afraid of but loves to be around at parties, but holy shit. I can't stand any of them sometimes.

"You're mad cause I forgot your coffee?" Nick says. "Well, I'm sorry, Agent. I was busy saving the free world!"

"Last time you trusted someone, you lost an eye." I pull my bow back aiming for his other eye. "Don't make me make you blind."

Nick laughs, ignoring me. "Please. My one good eye is that one." He points to Coulson, who is telling Maria our mission. "Are you ready for the trip?"

"Standard procedure. Land, put the fear of God in the newbies for a couple days, then leave. Do they have Starbucks in Hungary?"

Nick rolls his eyes - well, eye. "When do you leave, Barton? 'Cause that's going to be my favorite part of today."

I smirk and hop off the banister where I'm balanced. "Oh. Please, Director. You know this place would fall apart without me."

"Oh, yeah, pretending to need you really pulls the team together," our newest addition to level 6, Agent Romanoff, says. I never knew I'd grow so fond of the red-headed, Russian assassin.

"You know, your accent is a dead giveaway if we're caught by your little friends in the KGB. Get it? Dead giveaway?" I grasp my stomach from laughing at my own joke so hard, but no one else seems amused.

"I am working on it, Agent mudak," she mumbles in Russian, and Maria laughs out loud.

I whipe my eyes. "Oh, c'mon guys. That was funny."

"You need to learn Russian, Clint," Maria chuckles, pulling her shoulder length hair into a top knot. "She just called you an asshole."

"Truly, Agent Hill. Truly. Hey, aren't you a little young to be on this mission." Teasing the newbies is the best feeling in the world.

"I'm eighteen, that's not so young. Besides you're only twenty-two, Barton."

"I know. I'm getting old." I smile and organize my arrows into a quiver. "Gosh, I love arrows."

"Awww, ain't he just adorable?" Nick says.

"Agent Barton," Phil Coulson says. "Are you and the girls ready for departure?"

"Only if I get my damn coffee on the way out." I turn to the girls. "You two ready for Budapest?"

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Dariya Romanova P.O.V.

The jet lands in the Hydra facility in Budapest, and the first thing they do is take me to a secure location inside. They'll let the guys "play" around with me all they want, but to hell with them if they'd let me out for more than a couple hours.

I'm their secret weapon.

Once inside, the guard hands me some bland clothing to change into, but he doesn't leave. "Leave."

"No, I think I'll stay," the guard chuckles, crossing his arms over his large chest. "Go on. Change."

"No thanks, asshole," I mumble. I sit on the bed and face the wall, my expression unchanging.

"Change. Now." His voice becomes commanding. "Or else."

"Or else what? You'll kill me?" I smirk. "Please do."

The guard pulls out his gun and aims it towards me. "Why you-"

"-What the hell do you think you are doing?" A voice asks. Entering the room is none other than Baron Strucker, one of Hydra's scientists. "You know you aren't to harm her."

The guard backs down, putting his gun back into it's holster. "Sorry, Sir. She's a smart mouth one, she is."

Yeah, 'cause you're so polite yourself. Ass.

Strucker looks me over with an evil eye. "So it seems. You may leave us." The guard does as he asks, and the door is shut. "I have come to tell you of the plans for tonight."

"I know what the plan is. Kill the communication, then kill everyone inside." I gulp at the sound of my own words. "Zola told me yesterday."

Strucker nods. "And you will do as you were told."

I nod, my eyes watering. Don't let them see you cry. Don't let them see you cry, dammit!

"Are you crying?"

"No. It's just dusty in here."

"I will have it cleaned when we leave. Be ready at 2100 hours to move out."

END