I lose the joys of life. (For speaks_latin)

[thehawkinhisnest]

Warning: Will contain violence.

Clint fiddles with his cufflink, looking away from the window overlooking the street below. This is the last step of a mission he's been working for the last two weeks, and while he's as anxious as ever for it to be over, there's no sense of victory on the horizon. He's used to that with these missions, of knowing that once he's finished, he'll feel a sense of accomplishment, of having something to be proud of. But no matter how hard he tries, he just wants this one to be over.

He's supposed to kill a child.

Not really, of course. The girl (The Black Widow. Natalie. Natalia.) is only a few years younger than him - their intel says she is actually eighteen, though he's wondered about that in the time he's been watching her this week, while he decided the best way to play this, while his contacts set up this meeting. Natalia was his date to a dinner for some rich assholes this evening, and the longer the night goes on, the more certain he becomes that he can't go through with this. She's a killer, has taken out more targets than S.H.I.E.L.D. can actually keep up with - but he sees more when people don't know he's watching. He's seen the black cars and men that dog her heels, and the looks she gives them when she thinks no one's watching aren't to reassure herself that they're there. He's seen her steel herself before she talks to them, before she came up to meet up, tonight, and they all paint a picture different than the one in her file.

He has weapons hidden nearby, should be hiding one of them on himself now while Natalia freshens up in the bathroom - he doesn't want to think about why she thinks she needs to freshen up, she's a child and not even one allowed to make her own decisions - but he can't. He can't do it.

But he has to, and he finally takes his hand away from his sleeve, turning to find the closest handgun, to tuck it away as the sound of water stops in the bathroom and the door opens, to school his own expression and posture back into the relaxed, confident swagger this cover requires, to let himself leer a little when he turns to face her.

Another hour, and this will be done.

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[thehawkinhisnest]

"Might be our best bet," he agrees. If he had the gear, they could make their way down the elevator shaft, probably, but any gear he had access to is in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s van.

"So pick a room, then?" he proposes, if they are going to go off another balcony.

[speaks_latin]

She hums in response, darting down the hallway to a door chosen at random. Pausing outside of it, she reaches up into her hair, pulling out what, at first glance, seems to be a bobby pin, but with a few twists becomes something more, a lock pick, and jams it into the lock, grateful that this place has traditional locks, still, kept in favor of keycard locks for the sake of atmosphere. The latter are marginally harder to pick, take more time; as it is she manages to get the former open almost before Clint's caught up with her.

Tucking the pin back away, she pushes the door open quickly but quietly, and heads inside -- much to the surprise of the room's occupants, who freeze, staring at her like she's the Boogeyman. She ignores them, even when they start shouting, and heads for the balcony.

[thehawkinhisnest]

If the hotel had keycards, Clint would likely have just applied his foot to the door. As it is, he jogs into the room after her, closing the door behind them. He, too, ignores the couple, shaking off a hand as one of them grabs at him, following her toward the balcony - and off of it, as before.

[speaks_latin]

Natasha does the same, again not quite mirroring if only because she goes first, and as before, she heads for the door, for the hallway beyond it, once she's gotten her feet under her. Good news is, there's no one in this room to try and stop them, so it's a quick thing with no one to slow them down. Bad news is that James appears in the hallway, having come down the stairwell as expected, after she's taken a handful of steps out into it.

She swears immediately, backpedaling in the opposite direction. "Shit."

[thehawkinhisnest]

Clint lands easily, following after her at a near run - and then skidding to a halt when he sees James.

"Backbackbackbackback," Clint says quickly, reaching for her, to shove her behind him as he also backpedals. "Keep going!"

[speaks_latin]

"You, too," Natasha shoots back, not about to let him try and play hero. She doesn't need him to put himself between her and James while she gets away. She doesn't need to be saved, she just needs a little help saving herself.

[thehawkinhisnest]

"Oh, I'm going," he promises her, because he's really not that kind of hero. Or, well, he can be, but not right now. Not when he doesn't have his weapons on him or some actual plan besides hauling ass and hoping James doesn't get a lucky shot.

[speaks_latin]

"Good," Natasha calls back, relieved, however briefly, that he's not one of those morons. She snaps back to reality a second later, unfortunately, and as a knife, not a bullet, whizzes past her ear, barely missing and if only because she hasn't stopped moving. "Shit."

[thehawkinhisnest]

"Seriously?" he all but yells as he catches sight of the knife as it flies past. He dares to glance back at James - potentially fortunately, as the knife that had been about to embed itself in his back grazes his side instead, tearing through his shirt. "Shit," he hisses lowly as he feels the bite, but it's not enough to stop him moving.

[speaks_latin]

"Don't stop," she warns, never mind the fact that Clint hasn't. Never mind the fact that she has no idea where they're headed, at this point, save away from James, who is stalking ever after them, without haste but without rest. It'd be more unsettling than it already was if she hadn't already seen it before.

[thehawkinhisnest]

He doesn't reply to that considering he hasn't stopped moving, hasn't stopped following her down the hall. "We've gotta get out of the building," he tells her needlessly, but they've gotta do something before James does get a shot off at one of them or actually strikes true with one of those knives.

"Balcony or stairs," he prompts, because those are still their best options.

Though, as they continue down the hall, he sees something that might help them, and he picks up his pace a few strides to put himself more even with Natasha. "Keep going," he tells her - which might sound like another needless piece of advice except for the fact that he abruptly stops, already reaching out for a small red panel on the wall. Easily, he hooks his fingers around the white lever and yanks, pulling hard on the fire alarm. Immediately, there's a burst of noise as the alarm goes off, and he picks up running again without a glance at James.

[speaks_latin]

While she keeps moving, as directed, of the same mind of him that they can't stop, that they need to get out, she does, however, glance back just about the time the alarm starts screaming. She's treated to the sight of James hesitating, expression confused, then angry as he starts forward again, and then he's lost in a sea of people as they all start pushing out of their rooms. Turning away, she sets to navigating through the other half of the crowd ahead of them, James not the only one they're slowing down, now. Thankfully, she's smaller and faster.

Ducking into a room as someone else exits, she grabs Clint's wrist as he moves past and tugs him in behind her. "Balcony," she tells him, as if that's not obvious. "Too many people on the stairs, now."

[thehawkinhisnest]

He doesn't look back, keeping his attention on dodging the people leaving their rooms. Clint lets himself be pulled into the room, nodding to her statement and already heading for the balcony. "This would be so much easier if we had gear," he grumbles, preparing to repeat their earlier trick.

What he wouldn't give for some rope right about now.

[speaks_latin]

"And just think," Natasha starts, mock-cheerfully, as she climbs up onto the railing of the balcony, "we only have twenty more floors to go." Give or take. Either way, it's going to be a lot of swinging from balconies, whether or not James actually manages to catch up with them.

[thehawkinhisnest]

He waits until they've dropped down another floor before he groans in response to that. "Don't remind me."

"What're the chances we could shake your buddy up there? Make him think we'd gone on and hole up somewhere."

Even with both of them being stronger than the average person of their age and size, the odds aren't on their side that one of them wouldn't end up slipping and falling those nineteen stories. If they can wait James out and sneak down another way, it might decrease their odds of a broken neck.

[speaks_latin]

"It'd have to be one hell of a trick," she decides after a moment's thought. Not that she's against it, because yes, she, too, recognizes that the odds aren't in their favor, but James isn't stupid, much as it might appear that way for all that he comes off like a mindless machine. Whatever they come up with is going to have to be good, if they want him to move on. Otherwise, she imagines him just pretending to take the bait, waiting for them to get comfortable and then springing himself on them, when their guard is down.

[thehawkinhisnest]

Clint just gives a little thoughtful noise, because all the ones that immediately come to mind feel overused. "No heading up, no hiding on the elevator," he marks off immediately, because he's used both of those before with dumber marks.

[speaks_latin]

"No hoping for a couple of people who look like us to wander by," she adds. While that might work, it has before, albeit not necessarily on James, they're not that lucky, she thinks. She's also not sure Clint would be willing to sacrifice a couple of civilians to save their own skin. She's not sure she would, anymore.

[thehawkinhisnest]

Clint's done it before, too, but only as a last ditch effort, and only when he didn't think his pursuer would actually kill the decoy. He's pretty sure James is in a shoot first mood right now.

He raises his eyes to the ceiling, briefly. "Air ducts never work like they're supposed to or I'd suggest getting a maintenance panel somewhere."

[speaks_latin]

Humming, she looks towards the ceiling briefly, herself, too. When she drops her gaze again, it's to focus on some point beyond Clint's shoulder, her expression thoughtful.

"Maybe we're overthinking this," she starts again after a long moment. James expects her to be clever, to try and outsmart him to get away. Maybe they need to do something so ridiculous or so obvious he wouldn't see it coming, instead.

[thehawkinhisnest]

Clint stops, tilting his head a little to frown at her. "Probably. I'm good at that when someone's trying to kill me. You got an idea?"

He's still very much aware this could all bite him in the ass, that she could very easily set him up for James to have a clear shot at him - but he still has to trust that she won't. It's the only way both of them are going to get out of this alive.

[speaks_latin]

"We could always try heading up," she says, shrugging. It's a risk, particularly if James sees right through them despite doing the opposite of what she imagines he expects of her, putting more floors between them and then ground than they had previously. If they're really considering dumbing it down, though, that seems the better option than hiding in the elevator.

[thehawkinhisnest]

"I'd say I thought I had established that was a bad plan, but that might make it a good one," he agrees. "And not that it really does anything for the odds of breaking our necks." Clint pauses a beat, then, before he says, "Let's do it."

[speaks_latin]

"Like I said." Otherwise bad tactical plans might just be what they need, right now, and that one kind of takes the cake, she thinks. Though, "Though, now we're going to need to figure out how to get back up."

Because the stairs are likely still out, what with people still evacuating thanks to the fire alarm, and the elevator might be out of service for the same reason. And it's not like they can just balcony hop in reverse, not without rope. She makes a face. Maybe this isn't as good a plan as she thought it was, though not for any reason involving James.

[thehawkinhisnest]

He shrugs, heading back for the balcony to look it over, already starting to shrug out of his coat and unbutton his sleeves. "I've managed worse. Though I was in better shoes at the time."

He tosses his coat behind a chair and then heads back for the balcony. "If you can get up with a boost, I can climb up behind you."