A/N I was inspired by a fanfiction one shot that I cannot seem to find again. Nick Fury fostered Clint and Coulson pulled Natasha into SHIELD before Clint. If you can tell me its name again i would appreciate it. I hope you enjoy this.

Natasha's POV

When Phil Coulson brought her into SHIELD she had only one stipulation. If she ever went missing he was to open an envelope. In the five years she worked for him it never happened. However this mission would change everything.

It started as a normal intelligence gathering mission. One that she had done countless times before. Then half way through the third day one of her agents didn't check in. When she went to find him she found him with his throat cut. It wasn't just the young agent either. Three others that went in with her were there with their throats cut.

When she turned only to find four hydra agents blocking her way out. By the look on their faces they knew she was a traitor. This wasn't going to end well. She could kill these guys but the rest of Hydra that was in the building and surrounding area was another story. If she died here everything she learned would be for nothing. No she had to live if only to fight another day.

The only thing she can do is hope that Coulson would follow through on her wishes. She knew this day would come eventually.

Flashback

Sitting in SHIELD's infirmary was not her favorite thing to do. It was right up there with talking to Doctor Panov. That man knew just how to get under her skin. If he was anyone else she would have slit his throat. Coulson however insisted on her talking to him.

Three days ago was when she first officially joined SHIELD. She was asked if there was anyone to contact in case of her death. They made a death notice to family that was somewhat believable. The family would never get the full story however.

Family was one thing she didn't have or ever really wanted. Instead she threw herself into the killer for hire lifestyle. Especially once she escaped the red room.

There was one person though. Only one that she would want them to contact when not if she died in the line of duty. She had to leave base without permission to get his contact number. He moved around just like she did but for her the number never changed.

When Coulson entered her room she looked up. His brown eyes watched her. There was a sharpness that wasn't there before. She knew that he was angry that she left without a word. Yet if she truly wanted to leave she would not have returned. It had to mean something.

She said coldly, "If I wanted to run I wouldn't be here, Couslon."

Coulson asked in a calm tone, "Then why leave without permission? You can't do things like that Ramonov. People distrust you enough as it is. Most of them think I'm insane for giving you a second chance. So why leave?"

She held out a nondescript white envelope and said, "Should I ever disappear or die on a mission open this. Not before."

Coulson took it. For a moment he looked like he wanted to ask her something. Then all he did was nod and that was it.

End of flashback

She thought hoping it would reach the one person she considered her friend, :Delta I need your help. After all that happened between us, I need you to save me.:

Coulson's POV

Agents of all levels were hugging the walls as he stormed passed them. This was not supposed to happen. Five years in SHIELD and Natasha should have not been caught like that. How could she have been so stupid?

He knew that the four agents that were part of the mission had been killed. How could they have been found out? This was not like them. It was almost as if he they had a mole. That was something he didn't want to consider but it was a possibility.

With Natasha captured and SHIELD without a proper team to go after her he had to come up with a plan. Half way to Fury's office he remembered what she once said to him. It was right after she joined SHIELD.

She handed him a white envelope that was slightly to heavy to have only paper in it. It had a bulge like there was something in it as well. She told him in no uncertain terms, "Should I ever disappear or die on a mission open this. Not before."

Being a good handler despite his curiosity he never opened it. Now was the time to open the envelope. Hopefully there was a plan of some kind in it.

He turned on his heel heading back towards his office. It was in the bottom drawer of his desk. Being on the right floor allowed him to quickly make his way to his office.

Finding the envelope only took half a second. Without hesitation he tore it open and dropped the contents onto his desk. The first thing that fell onto the desk was a pair of dog tags. Then a sheet of paper. This caused him to frown.

Natasha wasn't one to make friends with military members. When he picked up the tags he realized this wasn't just anyone. It was a member of Medusa.

Even in SHIELD, Medusa was a hush hush operation. No one in SHIELD was recruited for the group. They wouldn't risk their agents for such low lives. Several other agencies had sent agents to the field with the Medusans. Those that survived were given full pardons and new lives.

There was one team in Medusa that everyone heard of. It was supposed to be the best of the best. Century Team 12. They were a ragtag group of seven led by the most blood thirsty person to enter the program. Delta of Century Team 12 was every commanders worst nightmare. It was said that he wouldn't follow anyone's order. It didn't matter who they were or what their rank was. He followed his own code and if you didn't like it you could kiss his ass.

No one knew his true identity but to be holding his dog tags. That was something else entirely. How did Natasha know one of the most dangerous men on the planet? Besides her past with Red Room she didn't have any connections to Medusa or their men.

Opening his phone he began to type in the numbers. Phil had family out in Maine so it only took a second for him to recognize the area code. It could just be a burner phone. Then again it could be important. Whoever Delta was Natasha had a lot of faith in them. So he pressed the call button and waited.

Only two rings later a young make voice said, "Nat, this isn't the best time. Can I call you back?"

Sounds of gunfire could be heard over the speaker. It wasn't erratic like one would expect. Instead it was controlled like the other was on a range.

The youthfulness of the male's voice threw him off. This person couldn't be older than eighteen by the sounds of it. Making him thirteen the last time he could have spoke to Natasha. Another child soldier?

Instead of asking these questions Phil asked, "Who am I speaking with? Is this Delta of Century Team 12?"

Shouts of hold fire could then be heard. Immediately the gunfire stopped. There were footsteps and suddenly it was quiet on the line.

Phil had to check it to make sure the call wasn't dropped. It wasn't and the person on the other like seemed to be composing themselves. Phil waited. He didn't know enough about whoever this was to interrupt. Natasha trusted him to be her in case something happened. That meant Phil had to until he learned otherwise. The way the younger male answered the phone spoke of a close relationship.

Finally the younger male asked, "Who is this? How did you get my number?"

The voice was colder this time. If Phil had to describe it. It was like a snowstorm. A voice that belonged to a Medusan.

He answered immediately, "My name is Agent Coulson with SHIELD. This number was to be contacted if one of our agents ever died or went missing. She is missing."

There was a rustling sound. Likely papers being pushed off a desk. Not for the first time he wondered where this man was. If he was at a range there wouldn't be a desk.

The voice asked, "When was she last heard from? Where? How big is the compound? How much resistance can be expected?"

Definitely military Medusan. The questions were exactly what he would have asked back in the army rangers.

Phil answered, "Two days. Compound of at least 60 heavily armed. Three floors and a basement."

There was the sound of scratching as man took notes. Phil waited patiently for an answer. He knew nothing about this man. There was the possibility that if he said something it could ruin a plan already being formed.

The man said more to himself than to Phil, "I can gather my team but seven men won't be enough against sixty. Alex is out of the question."

Phil offered calmly, "SHIELD could help with that. How many and what would you need?"

For a long moment the line was silent. The possibility that he over stepped his bounds apparent. This was his best shot at getting his agent back. If it meant working with a Medusan so be it.

The voice said breaking through his thoughts, "Central main I'll send you the coordinates. Twenty four hours from now. Seven men maximum. No less than three."

With that the line went dead and he was left staring at the phone. He honestly didn't think the other would agree to it so easily. Now he needed to track down three agents willing to go after Natasha.

Clint's POV

After ending the call with the agent from SHIELD he immediately sent texts out. They would go to each of his seven Medusan members. While each had gone about their lives they still kept in contact. If only to make sure that no one was dead or after them. There was a standing agreement if someone was in trouble they would come. No one would look after them except for each other.

So he wasn't surprised when immediately they began confirming they would meet at the spot. Clint sent a text off to Agent Coulson confirming the meeting spot. Then paused just as he sent it.

Out of all the places Natasha could have gone. He never would have expected her to choose SHIELD. Every member of Medusa had heard of them. They were an agency that went all over the globe. They did all manner of things from assassination to intelligence gathering.

The original group was founded by Peggy Carter after World War II. She was the first director and the first to handle things like Hydra. The CIA worked hand in hand with SHIELD. When Clint worked as an intelligence officer a lot of the work he did was shared with SHIELD not that he knew that. It wasn't until he returned to the world of assassins that he found this out.

Hawkeye disappeared for a short time when he was in the CIA and Medusa. Few knew the truth of who he was and his past. That was what made Natasha special. She knew that the killer Hawkeye started out when he was thirteen.

At fifteen he was recruited by Alexander Conklin for the CIA intelligence officer. He spoke multiple languages and was perfect for the job. Six months later he was inducted into the Medusa program. There he stayed for two years until it was disbanded.

He was now nineteen and Hawkeye was back. It didn't take long for contracts to come in. There were few that he wouldn't do. He didn't kill children and he didn't kill mothers with children.

When he wasn't doing a job he had taken part time work as a range instructor. With the help of Alexander Conklin he did work that was legal. The only stipulation was that he met with Doctor Morris Panov once a month.

That doctor was driving him crazy but he kept his end of the deal. He avoided talking to the doctor for as long as he could. Alex said if he continued then the CIA man would drag him to a session himself. No matter what he was doing at the time. There was no doubt in his mind that Alex would do as promised.

Clint was supposed to have a session with the doctor that evening. It looked like he would have to cancel it. Again. There was nothing more important at that moment than finding Natasha. Find her he would and when he got his hands on those looking to hurt her, they would not live to see the next dawn.