Trust was not in Natasha’s repertoire of emotions. Oh, she could fake it, sure. Be that as it may, she couldn’t see how it could possibly benefit this stranger to offer her life if he wanted her dead.
“You’ve only got one choice to make here,” the man calling himself Agent Clint Barton told her. ”My orders are to kill you.” He paused. ”But I don’t want to do that. If I can convince my director that you can change, that you have it in you to use your skills to help other people, I can make that call. But I need you to come with me and let me.”
He wanted to use her, then.
“I’m really hoping you will. Because otherwise either I have to kill you, or you have to kill me and then my back-up team kills you.”
Not much of a choice. ”Fine.” She shrugged and set her weapons aside. Let them use her. Work was work, even when coerced. She was sure she’d ditch this guy, his director, and their “choice” soon enough.