Clint carefully perched on a tree in the middle of a forest in Europe somewhere. He had a bird's eye (harharhar) view of a semi-villainous group that SHIELD believed to be planning world domination (what a surprise, that didn't happen every other day). An informant was also below, had been the one to call in to SHIELD. He was here to drop a wire down so SHIELD could hear possible plans, then wait until confirmation over the comm that they were in fact villainous and then stick some arrows in them. His handler would tell him when they got confirmation.

Speaking of handlers…

"Hey Coulson, when I get out of here, will you find me some Italian food? That layover left me wanting more." Clint murmured in his comm. When they had passed by Italy in their quest to the current location, Clint had been reintroduced to the amazing food.

"Complete the mission successfully and maybe I'll consider it."

"Duh. But real Italian, not just like pizza…how about a calzone?" Clint hummed. He jumped across the trees, invisible to the men meeting below him.

"Barton, do you even know the term comm silence?" Clint smirked. Coulson was getting a bit annoyed now. That's when it got fun.

"Silence? What's that?" he joked. He heard Coulson's huffy sigh that let him know he was trying not to laugh.

"Barton, focus on the mission." Clint rolled his eyes.

"I already dropped the wire in. You can hear everything they're saying and once you decide to tell me which ones to kill, then I'll have something else to focus on." He explained easily, "Really Coulson. You'd think you would learn the main points of the mission." He tsked. He could imagine Coulson rolling his eyes.

"Yes Barton, I-" The cut off meant Coulson was listening to the men through the wire.

"Sir?" Clint realized things got serious, so he had to now too.

"Barton! Get out of there now! The informant just turned on you!"

Clint's eyes widened and he jumped back across the trees, away from the men, but it was too late. An explosion sent Clint to the ground, fire spreading through the trees over his head. His ears rung and he blinked quickly as the after effects of the grenade temporarily blinded him.

Then he blinked some more, wondering why the gray had yet to go away.

Then he passed out when a boot kicked him in the temple.

Clint groaned, stretching. From the comfortable, yet slightly scratchy sheets under him, he assumed that SHIELD had gotten him back from the enemies.

He opened his eyes.

And saw gray.

And panicked.

R & R. Let's go with the excuse that this is the prologue and that is the reason it's so short. Don't worry though, the other chapters will be longer.