This final chapter is dedicated to Katia MacAlpine. You've commented such nice things on all my works in this series and it makes me want to continue writing. Your support means so much. Your love of Hawkeye (Hot Guy) is what inspired this chapter. So, with that, I give you… The Budapest Mission!

The team were all seated around the table enjoying a nice family dinner after a crazy day of storming HYDRA bases. The had located it off the coast of France and they took the afternoon to clear it out. It was a simple mission, but it was hard work. So, when the team got home, having a nice stew to eat was the best thing on the planet.

"Alright, Natasha! Cut it out!" shouted Clint as Natasha hit him in the face with a piece of dinner roll. She just smiled and threw another piece. "God stop it! It's like Budapest all over again!" Natasha laughed and continued her dinner.

"Alright, you two." Said, Tony, after he finished his bite. "You keep bringing up this Budapest mission over and over again. I think it's time you spill the beans."

Clint and Natasha shared a look before Clint started speaking.

"Well…"

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"Clint are you sure that was the right turn?" Asked Natasha as they drove down an empty dirt road.

"Yes, Nat. For the last time, I'm sure." Bitched Clint as his hands gripped the steering wheel harder.

The two assassins were heading to a rendezvous point that Nick Fury had set up for them. They were wrapping up a mission in Croatia and they had to dive through Hungary to get to their rendezvous point in Slovakia. Their mission had been simple. They had to go in and extract some information from a known terrorist cell without leaving any witnesses. It was easy. They were in and out in no time and on the road within a few hours of starting the mission. Things were going great.

Until they got lost.

"Are you sure about this Clinton? This doesn't look like it's on the map."

"Yes. I'm sure. See, there are even road signs here to show us the way." Snapped Clint.

"Can you even read Hungarian?" Clint looked down in shame.

"…No…"

"Look, there's a house up ahead, maybe they speak a language we can understand."

That was their first mistake of the day.

Clint and Natasha pulled up to the house and got out of their car. After locking the doors, the duo made their way to the door and knocked as hard as they could. A large bear of a man greeted them at the door. Before Clint could even ask any question, the two assassins were knocked out.

When Clint and Natasha came to they were tied to some wooden chairs in some dingy basement. There were no windows and the only light came from an uncovered light bulb hanging in the middle of the room. How very cliché. The room looked like it was pulled right out of a 1980's gangster film.

They waited for another five minutes for anyone to show up. They couldn't really devise an escape plan if they didn't know what they were up against. At the end of five minutes, the door was flung open so hard the wood splintered at the hinges when the door hit the wall.

Their captors consisted of the bear man from before, a tall muscly man, a short dude with bright red hair, and a man in a suit who was obviously the man in charge of all this madness. The man in the suit started spouting off something in Hungarian, the one language that neither Natasha nor Clint spoke. He was yelling and neither Clint nor Natasha were listening. Now that they knew what they were up against they could plan their escape.

The big bear man started to make his way over to the duo. The boss man must have ordered him to do something. He stalked over to Natasha and tried to slap her. Their captors must not have done their job correctly because, while the boss man was yelling, Natasha had slipped a secret knife that she kept in her sleeve into her hand and cut the zip-ties that bound their hands together. So, when bear man went to slap her, he received a fist to the face.

Between the two they were easily able to subdue their attackers. It was almost comical how easy it was to overtake them. The boss man had fled the room at the start of the fight and was noticeably absent as Clint and Tasha made their way out of the room they were held in and down a surprisingly long hallway.

"What do we do now?" whispered Clint as the came upon a door.

Natasha just shrugged, and they proceeded to open the door. Inside were so many guns. There were boxes stacked floor to ceiling just filled with everything from rifles to handguns to literal flamethrowers. The walked into the room to get a closer look. Some of the more expensive looking weapons held the Stark Industries logo. That was particularly odd because Tony Stark had disappeared a month ago when his convoy was blown up in Afghanistan. They would have to save that information for later.

While the two trained assassins were looking over the weapons, they fail to notice that one of the goons from earlier had entered the room and had a gun trained on them. He was able to take two shots before they even had time to react. Luckily the goon as a poor shot and the bullets didn't hit anything major. Natasha's left shoulder got grazed and Clint's right leg was going to be fine after they got a band-aid on it. Because they were in a room full of weapons they were able to use that to their advantage. Natasha was the smart one and grabbed a handgun. The goon was taken out with precision accuracy. Clint was… not as smart.

You see, when he and Natasha were scrambling to get weapons when the good was shooting at them Clint didn't grab a gun. No, Clint Barton, Hawkeye, the man with amazing aim, had grabbed a flamethrower. How he didn't realize it was a gun was astounding. So, when Clint pulled the trigger, flames shot out of the end instead of bullets. The room full of weapons went up in flames.

"Clinton Barton! Are you an idiot?" shouted Natasha.

"I thought it was a machine gun!"

"Whatever. This rooms going to blow, and we need to get out of here."

"Could you please speak up!" shouted Clint as they took off running in search of an exit.

"Why?"

"I think my hearing aids are broken."

"Are you fucking kidding me, Clint?!"

The two continued to run for an exit. They got lucky. At the end of the hall was a door that held a room with a window. They quickly made their way to the window and flung it open. It was a one-story drop to the ground below. Natasha went first and landed on the ground below with grace and beauty. Clint made his way to the window to jump next, but something caught his eye.

In the corner of the room was a large black duffle bag. It looked important. Maybe he had information, or guns, or medical supplies. Clint grabbed it and shoved it out the window. It landed with a loud thud and a cry of pain from Natasha.

"Mother Fucker!"

"Sorry…"

Clint jumped out of the window with the same grace exhibited by Natasha. He had learned to do acrobatics when he was growing up in the circus. He walked over to Natasha and dragged her and the bag over to a large black van that was there. It would make a good get-away car.

"What's even in this bag? Why did you grab it? How is this helping us get out of here?" Complained Natasha as Clint tried to open the door to the van.

"I don't know! I just saw it and it looked important, so I grabbed it to keep it out of the bad guy's hands."

"Well open it up. See what's in it."

"Well." "Clint. What's in it?"

Clint looked at Natasha in shame. "Meth."

"You stole a kilo of meth?!"

Clint just shrugged and opened the car. He threw the duffle bag onto the back seat next to a closed cardboard box. He helped Natasha hobble into the passengers' seat and was just hotwiring the van when the building exploded.

"Well, I guess that just happened." Remarked Clint as the building went up in flames. Clint put the van in reverse and they drove off.

They drove in silence for about ten minutes before Clint pulled off to the side of the road to check on Natasha's leg.

"I think it's broken, Tasha. No doubt about it."

"Damn it. Now I'm going to be laid up for a few months. That's going to suck." Complained Natasha. "So, what's in that box in the back?"

Clint shrugged and got out to check. Clint opened the box and was surprised to find 12 bottles of some very expensive Cabernet Sauvignon. They'd hit the jackpot! Clint reported his findings and announced that they would definitely be having a party in the future. They continued on their way to the rendezvous point after that.

"I think we just blew up an illegal arms operation." Commented Clint as he drove.

"You know what… I think we did."

They made it to their rendezvous point on time and Coulson was furious. Not only did his best agents get themselves kidnapped, but they managed to break out with 2 gunshot wounds, a broken leg, a kilo of meth, and 12 bottles of very expensive wine. Well, they did manage to break up some illegal arms dealing so he couldn't complain too much.

After that mission, despite how "well" they worked together. Clint and Natasha were sent on separate missions. Clint was sent to New Mexico a year later for this extraterrestrial thing, and Natasha was sent to babysit Tony Stark who was dying from palladium poisoning. It was better this way. Furry didn't need the extra paperwork involved when those two got involved.

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"Are you two going to keep giggling to each other or are you going to tell us the story." Asked an agitated Tony. They had all been sitting at the table for ten minutes watching the two assassins giggle and not tell them the Budapest story.

Clint and Natasha just shrugged. Maybe some stories were better left unsaid.

Well, look at that. My take on the never before seen Budapest Mission. With just a little tie into Iron Man 1. I hope you all liked it. This fic was a labour of love and I loved writing it. So, this is the end of this story. I just wanted to thank everyone for reading and commenting. Every time you do it just makes my day. This story isn't the end of everything. Be sure to check out the main story More Than He Seems which is where all the backstory for these ficlets came from. Until then…

The Avengers will return.

-Shadows.