Hydra?
Cameras pick up Genevieve, and the enhanced woman in the hall.
"Do not engage." Steve warns.
"I have done this before, Rogers." Genevieve rolls her eyes.
"Steve give her a break. She's a good girl, sometimes." Clint smirks, meeting up with Genevieve.
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"Heads up, we're not alone." Genevieve says, turning to Clint.
Clint rests his hand under Genevieve's ear, as though he's about to kiss her.
"You still carry those knives?" Clint asks, slipping his hand under Genevieve's dress.
"You know that I do." Genevieve smirks, as more guards arrive.
"Ready?" Clint asks grabbing a knife, that's strapped to Genevieve's thigh.
Genevieve nods as she grabs the gun, from Clint's waistband.
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Clint turns to the guard behind him, grabbing his gun, and stabbing him with the knife.
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Clint pulls the gun from the guard’s hand. He quickly fires off two rounds, at the other guards.
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Genevieve shoots the guard, directly behind her. He drops to the ground, as the other guards grab for their weapon. She shoots them before, they get their gun from its holster.
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"Let's hope that didn't draw attention to you." Steve sighs.
"You know what, why don't you-"
Clint pulls Genevieve's ear piece.
Genevieve growls.
"Look at his jacket, I don't think they're with the party." Clint points to the guard at Genevieve's feet.
Genevieve crouches down, and she pulls back the guards suit jacket.
"Hydra." Genevieve says, looking up at Clint.
"What would they want with-?"
"They made Wanda, and Bucky. Remember? Why wouldn't they be after this woman?" Genevieve stats the obvious.
"Well we only dealt with six of them. So where are the rest?" Clint looks around.
"There!" Genevieve points to the parking garage.
"Right, less obvious." Clint sighs.
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Genevieve grabs her dress, ripping the skirt so it’s easier to move.
"What are you doing?" Clint asks.
"I need a shorter skirt." Genevieve grunts, pulling on the fabric.
"Let me." Clint says, kneeling down to rip the dress. "Coulson is going to kill you."
"I know, I'll make it up to him." Genevieve laughs.
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"There, now let’s go." Clint says, dropping the discarded fabric.
"Thanks." Genevieve says, adjusting her dress.
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Clint grabs a few guns from the dead Hydra agents. As he and Genevieve cautiously, walk to the parking garage.
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"Take this." Clint says, handing Genevieve a gun.
"Guns are more your thing. You know that." Genevieve smiles, grabbing one of her knives.
"And you know, I don't want you getting killed. Now take the gun!" Clint insists.
"Fine." Genevieve rolls her eyes.
"I don't understand why you use those anyway." Clint shakes his head.
"I'll show back at the tower." Genevieve smiles, as she follows Clint.