Crosshairs

[andaneyeball]

It had been around a month since Clint had been assigned a hit and he was starting to get twitchy. If there was one thing that drove him crazy, it was being idle. After everything that had gone down with Loki and the Chitauri, SHIELD had be pretty stingy with the assignments. Right now the most Fury had him doing was babysitting Stark. Maybe some

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[iced_soldier]

He wasn't sure how they finally found him. All he knew was that they found him.

They'd picked up his trail somewhere, despite his using a fake name whenever possible. He'd picked up on their trail.

The easiest- and most cowardly- course of action would have been for him to leave. Try to throw off their trail again. But that would only be borrowing time. Now that they'd found him once, they would know how to do it again. He'd have to confront them sooner or later, and why put off the inevitable?

What surprised him was that they only sent one agent after him. They must not have heard of his reputation- or else this agent really was that good. But that was unlikely. The number of men who could take Bucky out singlehandedly were few and far between. Bucky had little reason to believe this one would be any different. Either way, he was intrigued. Who was this lone man SHIELD had sent to stop him?

[andaneyeball]

Clint was beginning to get antsy again. An hour had gone by and still no sign of Barnes which meant one of two things. One- he'd miscalculated, or two- Bucky was onto him. It was obvious to him which of those two scenarios was more likely.

Keeping an eye on the street below him, Clint raised a hand to the piece in his ear.

"Sir? This may take a little longer than we anticipated."

[iced_soldier]

The problem with looking on the streets was that Bucky wasn't on the street. A sniper's best vantage point is above- though Clint would know all about that.

What Clint might not have known was that Bucky was on a nearby rooftop, looking for him. The line between hunter and hunted was faulty at best. He knelt behind the short wall at the edge of the building, looking out at the rooftops nearby. "C'mon, lil' birdie," he whispered to himself. "Where are you?"

[andaneyeball]

After a few second Clint let his gaze drift. If Bucky was wise to him than he'd be smart enough to stay off the streets. He moved back from the ledge now, slowly scanning the rooftops around him. As it happened, his building wasn't that far from Bucky's.

By now Clint was sure that he was being watched. His eyes skipped over the wall Bucky was hiding behind and then returned. There had been just the briefest flash of motion, but it hadn't escaped his attention. The didn't call him Hawkeye for nothing

"Gotcha" he muttered under his breath before drawing back the bowstring letting loose an arrow.