High Speed Car Chases and...Confessions?
Natasha:
A sound she recognizes from the training she has been through since childhood has her jerk awake and throw on the clothes beside her. Someone was trying to enter the house. Stealthily.
She shakes Clint beside her and with a finger to her lips, motions for him to get dressed. He nods pulls on his pants. Before he can find his shirt, he’s pulling her down at something he saw and she didn’t. Someone had entered through the kitchen door and shooting at where she had been just a moment before.
She doesn’t have time to turn to shoot the enemy before he’s falling, a bullet wound in the center of his forehead. Now this is the Hawkeye in the file. She can believe the man in front of her to be the one Hydra had wanted on their side, and SHIELD has fought so hard to keep.
But now isn’t the time for such thoughts. They need to get out of there. Clint is heading to the front door, but she’s the one to pull him down at the bullets ripping through the walls and her curtain. She just bought it last week to freshen up the room.
It was really ugly, if she thinks back on it.
But now isn’t the time. She has to get herself and Clint out of here. She won’t leave him behind. It’s not an option in this assignment.
Hydra wanted Clint before, so maybe the Red Room will accept him now. He can’t be her enemy. It isn’t an option. Even if, based on the goons coming right at them, there was a price put on both of their heads by her organization.
She takes out three of them coming her way and turns to the fourth to watch him go down by a hit from Clint. Natasha nods, grateful for his help even if she didn’t need it. She looks around, trying to find an escape route when she sees the minivan across the street. Perfect.
Clint:
One of the goons...
Hey, he knows that guy.
Anyway, Clint knocks him out and turns to see Nat already opening the passenger side and he races to get into the driver. He looks for a key before bending down to hotwire the thing. It took a few seconds (he’s a bit out of practice) before the minivan starts and he pulls out onto the road. Running over the guy he just knocked out.
Oops.
She’s shooting at the people following them in dark SUV’s. (Note: Ask Phil why every government agency has dark SUV’s.) He cuts the wheel when one of the people shoots at them and is actually able to shoot the dashboard.
“Seriously?” If he wasn’t driving, he is positive Nat would be shooting him at the why he’s swerving all of the road.
He is so not used to this vehicle. He’s used to flying. “Evasive driving.” He cuts into the other lane to hit the SUV coming up on the side. Never let them get in front. He remembers that lesson well. (A mission that ended with him escaping from a cave/cell place and tied up to what remained of that handler. Not his fault.)
“Let me drive.” Nat orders, but he ignores her in favor of using the minivan as a battering ram to run one of the SUV’s on their tail over a bridge. “I’m the suburban house wife, remember?” She’s probably a little annoyed at that last turn that had her nearly loose her gun.
He waits for her to grab ahold of the steering wheel and slipping underneath her for her to take the seat. He grabs one of the guns they actually grabbed and slides into the back where there is no cover, and he has perfect lines of sight. He aims for the driver, and is annoyed that it is stopped by the glass. “Bullet proof?” He asks Nat even as he decides on what else to aim for. “Oh, and by the way. Your roast was overcooked.”
“Seriously?” She cuts the wheel as though about to spin and he just shoots out one of the tires. “I didn’t even cook that.”
Clint looks at the gun, in annoyance that the gun has jammed. There’s another reason why he prefers his bow. “Really?” He puts that gun down and grabs another one. Four more SUV’s to go, and he has what looks to be five bullets. Hmm, one to spare.
“I’ve never cooked a day in my life.” Natasha tells him, and he glances her way as he lets off another shot. Two for the price of one in this case. The SUV he took out just hit one of the others. Nice, the reminds him he should have Nat play some pool with him.
He looks between the remaining two SUV’s, and ducks when one of the passengers actually decides to try to shoot at him. Their aim is awful. “Any other lies?”
He takes the moment took glance her way to see she does not look happy with him. “I’m an orphan.”
Clint decides to take out the shooter before the entire vehicle. Just because. He also decides to meet her truth with one he hasn’t told her. “I was married before.” He goes ahead and take out the vehicle when she’s hitting at his head. “Ow! What did I do?!”
“What’s her name and social security number?” He’s just a little bit scared of her tone.
Okay, maybe a bit more than a little bit.
She must have been getting impatient because she slams on the brakes and he barely has time to grab a hold of something when she’s shooting at the remaining SUV and finishing the spin to keep driving forward. A nice 360. She should go driving with Phil sometime.
Clint sighs as he climbs into the passenger seat from where he had been holding onto some kind of belt thing in the back. “You’re not going to kill her.”