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Re/Vision
The synthezoid Avenger known as the Vision is conducting a self-diagnostic, and runs a systems status check. The Vision begins with motor functions, group one of the joint/musculature group, noting that articulation is type 7, aperture is 90 degrees, with no bad or missing drivers, meaning function level is at 100%. Group 2 is respiration fluid transfer, with O2 reserve status at capacity, power level is fully charged and function level is also at 100%. Group 3 is the sensory input. The sensory input buffer is active, with no bad or missing sensory devices, meaning function level is also 100%. Group 4 is data entry and retrieval. Data analysis software is loaded, with ram cache at 100 gigabytes. Function level is also at 100%, while audio visual systems and digital recording and storage take up 561 gigabytes on disc, leaving 739 gigabytes available. Interface with group 5, cognitive function, is also at optimum level.
Group 5 is data processing/cognitive function, with self-awareness emulation loaded, the logic function is loaded, creative synthesis emulation is loaded, but human emotion emulation feature is disabled, or the driver is bad or missing. Random number functions/uncertainty drive has all drivers present and functioning, with function level at 100%, and integrated group function is also at 100%. The Vision's systems status check result indicates that all systems are at the highest function level, the status of system is at nominal operation, but he has a user query – what is his purpose? The filename “purpose” is bad or missing. The Vision ends the diagnostic, and the system diagnostic is terminated.
'Resume default settings' the ghostly Vision thinks as he stalks the corridors of Avengers HQ. 'Good afternoon, Captain America' the Vision calls out when he sees his teammate. Cap greets the Vision, and the Vision tells him that if he has a moment, there is a matter he would like to discuss with him. 'It is not official Avenger business, but...' the Vision begins, but Captain America interrupts him, 'I'd love to, Vision, but at the moment, Sersi and I are running late for a charity auction at Sotheby's -'. Sersi appears and suggests the Vision try the lounge, as she saw Quasar there a few minutes ago. Sersi turns to Cap and tells him to come on, as there is a Magritte at the auction that matches her furniture perfectly.
The Vision enters the lounge, and although he decides that Quasar is inexperienced, his objective viewpoint would prove useful – but Quasar isn't in the lounge, and instead, the Vision finds a note from Quasar that says he has gone fishing and will be back on Wednesday. 'Conclusion: Insufficient data...' the Vision tells himself. 'Sir?' Edwin Jarvis asks as he enters the lounge and asks the Vision if he will be requiring anything else before he leaves for the evening. The Vision asks if there are any other off-duty Avengers on the premises. Jarvis reports that there are not – the only other Avenger here is Thor, who is helping to install the new reactor core. 'And I can't vouch for his spirits this evening – manual labor tends to make him, well, irritable...' Jarvis adds. Vision thanks Jarvis, who bids the Vision a good evening as he departs.
The Vision turns to a newspaper and picks it up, where he starts to read from a help column: “Dear Ann, recently I had a traumatic accident. Since then, although my health is now fine, I feel empty and directionless. I feel I must have been born for a reason, and yet, I have no idea what that reason is. It has gotten...” the Vision stops reading, and thinks to himself 'Data entry mode complete / transmit to cognitive function for analysis'.
Two hours later, in Morristown, New Jersey. 'Nope. Nope. Try again' a man in a wheelchair thinks to himself as he sits in front of a large computer console. 'Ah-ha! I'm in! Gotcha!' he exclaims as he taps away at the computer console, when suddenly, 'Whoops' he utters as he looks at some paper printed out from the console. The computer screen shows that he is hacking into Roxxon International's black budget, but a warning sign flashes up, indicating that the current access line is being traced, and asks him if he wants to abort. 'Heck, yes!' the man exclaims, thinking to himself that he is back to square one. Suddenly, an alarm sounds and he looks at another monitor, which depicts the Vision entering the building. 'Interesting' he thinks to himself.
A moment later, 'Sir, I presume you are Miles Lipton, researcher in artificial intelligence and consciousness theory' the Vision states as he enters the room. 'None other' Miles Lipton, the man in the wheelchair, confirms. The Vision holds up the newspaper and states that he has analyzed the “Ann Landers” column, and explains that the information Ann imparts concerning “seeking the counsel of a therapist” is appropriate to his situation. Miles looks up at the Vision and smiles, before asking him to elaborate. The Vision states that he elected to seek out the closest analogue to such an individual – one who would process the necessary skills to assist him. Miles asks the Vision what the nature of his problem is, and the Vision explains that, recently, his systems underwent a radical reconfiguration, and since that event, he finds himself experiencing a state he is unable to classify, which, in the absence of a more precise term, he is forced to call “distress”. The Vision reveals that this distress centers around an illogical yet persistent sensation of incompleteness.
The Vision continues, stating that after considerable reflection, he has determined that the foremost cause of this state is the fact that his programming does not contain a concrete, long-term objective or goal. 'In short, Dr Lipton, I am without purpose!' the Vision exclaims. 'Fascinating...' Miles Lipton utters.
Later, Miles informs the Vision that “purpose” is not some objectifiable list of instructions hardwired into an organism, but instead an illusion maintained by the ego acting in concern with the survival instinct. Miles continues, telling the Vision that what he is looking for can't be programmed in, that the sense of purpose of a drive towards a distinct goal is something every intelligent being must determine for itself. 'I follow your reasoning, Dr Lipton, however I – however, I – however, I -' the Vision stumbles, before regaining his speech and declaring that he nonetheless fails to see its application in his particular case. 'All my systems report nominal operating status. Have I displayed any behavior which would give you cause for such concern?' the Vision asks. Miles wonders what that was all about, and asks the Vision if he is experiencing any sort of malfunction, and thinks to himself that this might be more complicated than he thought.
Later still, 'Well, it's a rush job, but it should work' Miles tells the Vision as he hands him a small device, informing him that  he would like to attach this device to his chest and activate it. 'Very well' the Vision responds as he places the small device on his chest. Miles reveals that it is a holographic image inducer, which will create a three-dimensional image which will allow the Vision to pass among humans unnoticed. 'I still fail to -' the Vision begins, before activating the device, which makes him appear as a man in a white suit, with a blue tie, a small white diamond on the tie. He appears with slicked-back brown hair, graying at the temples. 'There are over eight million humans in the city, Vision. Each with his or her own personal goals, drives, ambitions and desires. Use this device to walk amongst them, pick out an average human name, interact, participate. After you've done this, we'll talk again' Miles suggests, to which the Vision finds a most intriguing proposal, and accepts the invitation.
One week later, Miles Lipton is being pushed through a park in his wheelchair by a woman he calls Laura, and tells her that he was this close to having the proof that he needs, that he had cracked the Black Budget Records, and he knows he will find a “smoking gun” - given time. Laura tells Miles that she doesn't like it, that she thinks it is too dangerous. 'You know as well as I do that they won't hesitate to kill you if you actually manage to prove they kill Alex' Laura adds. But Miles tells her that he doesn't care, and that justice for Alex is worth what is left of his life. 'Miles! It's bad enough to have lost my husband – I don't want to lose his father, too!' Laura exclaims, asking Miles to promise that he will give it up. 'I...um...hey!' Miles replies, not answering Laura's question, as a man in a white suit approaches them. 'What do you know – my “date” is here!' Miles exclaims, as he starts to introduce the man in the white suit to his daughter-in-aw, Laura Lipton. 'This is Mister...uh...' Miles' voice begins to trail off, as the new arrival announces himself as Victor Shade. 'We'll talk about this later, Miles' Laura whispers.
'Good afternoon, Miss' Victor Shade remarks. 'Howdy. You take good care of my favorite curmudgeon, Mister Shade' Laura smiles, before she walks off. Victor Shade – the Vision – takes the handles of the wheelchair and asks Dr Lipton if he has demmonstrated lack of concern for his welfare. 'Haha! No Vision – not at all!' Dr Lipton replies. 'Then why -' the Vision starts to ask, but Miles tells him 'Never mind' and asks him how his studies are going. They approach a lake, and the Vision confesses that he has found the exercise most interesting, as humans and human culture are considerably more complex than he had previously estimated. He reports that he has engaged in a number of statistically typical activities in the past seven days, notably attending a highly illogical, yet colorful ancient ritual at a local religious franchise, opening a private bank account, using funds provided by an Avengers stipend he had not previously utilized, patronized an establishment known as a “sports bar”, where, with the assistance of another patron, he acquired a working knowledge of a televised game of “baseball”, and later, he sampled contemporary American cinema entitled “Revenge of the Blood Freak, part 9”, where he found the audiences' reactions to it much more interesting than the film itself. The Vision tells Miles that, finally, he observed a large gathering of persons engaging in something called a “Festival of St Anthony” on Sullivan Street in Greenwich Village.
The Vision admits that he is quite intrigued, and somewhat perplexed, at the marked variety humans exhibit, and asks if the various human personality traits are determined genetically or environmentally. Miles laughs, to which the Vision tells him that he was not conscious of engaging in humor. 'No, it's just that -' Miles starts to say, before the Vision begins repeating 'In humor – in humor -' over and over again, as if he is stuck. Miles looks up at the Vision, realizing that this is happening again, he thinks that the Vision has entered some kind of fugue state, like a feedback loop. 'This time, however, I'm prepared' he tells himself, as he holds up a portable diagnostic interface, which will let him access the Vision's internal systems, he presses a button on the device, which indicates that there is a software error, and that a reboot is in progress.
Hours later, in Dr Lipton's lab, where he has spent much time number-crunching, pouring over reports, he suddenly realizes that it is so obvious – and that he has determined the source of the Vision's problems, both physical and psychological – despite previous evidence, it has now become clear that the incorporation of human brain patterns into the Vision's original operating system was a necessary step. He looks at a print out and states that due to the system's unique self-programming nature, a standard operating system is unable to cope with the Vision's constantly-evolving complexity, and will eventually fail, but the use of human brain patterns as a template adds a non-linear element to the operating system's architecture, and prevents systemic failure. 'As it happens, there is such a template available' Miles announces, as he holds up a disc, noting that he is aware that the Vision has previously rejected the option of reinstallation of the brain patterns of Simon Williams – but he suspects that the Vision might  be more agreeable to his suggestion as the source of this template is no longer living, and therefore presents no inter-personal conflict. 'Vision?' Miles asks as the Vision enters the laboratory, 'Fatal system error... abort retry?' the Vision states in a strange voice, repeating it over and over again.
Soon, the Vision is laid on an examination table, and Miles sits next to him, where he announces that he has accessed the Vision's operating system and has assumed control of it. Several cables are connected to the Vision, as Miles has put him in “sleep” mode, in the hope that minimal activity will prevent further software damage. 'It is my hope that -' Miles begins, when suddenly, 'Well. Isn't this heartwarming?' a voice calls out. 'A boy and his android' a man in a black suit declares. Several other men in black suits are with him, all carrying guns as they rush into the lab. 'Surprised? Did you really expect to go snooping around in our mainframe without getting caught?' the man in the black suit asks, spinning Miles' wheelchair around, he warns Miles that that was stupid, real stupid – and dangerous, too. 'In fact, I heard it was that sort of stupidity that got your son killed' the thug remarks. 'I guess some people never learn' he adds. 'I oughta turn you into a stain on the pavement right now – but I've got a better idea' the thug claims, instructing the others to grab the android, as they will take them both back. 'Doc, I'm giving you a job!' the thug exclaims.
Soon, inside Roxxon Cybernetics Division headquarters, in a laboratory, the thug stands near the Vision, who is laid out on a table, while Miles sits in his wheelchair nearby. 'Here's the deal, Doc – you reprogram the Pilsbury Doughboy here to work for us, and we'll give the possibility of letting you live some serious consideration. Or, we could shoot you in the head right now. Whaddya say?' the thug asks. 'All right' Miles responds. 'Fabulous!' the thug declares, dropping some files onto Miles' lap, he tells him that they are the equipment manuals and that he can now get to work. He instructs one of the thugs to stay with the Doc, and orders another to come with him, stating that they are going to break the good news to the brass. 'I'll take good care of 'im, boss' a handsome thug with blond hair replies. 'I bet they make me a Vice-President of Extra-Legal Activities for this...!' the thug calls out as he leaves the laboratory.
Time passes, and Miles taps away at a keyboard, hoping he can reconfigure the Vision's operating system before Roxxon check the programming instructions he has given him – meaning there might be a chance. Reading a report, the thug smiles as he tells Dr Lipton that he has done nice work, and asks 'That a robot or a paperweight?' Nervously, Miles thinks to himself that he is getting close.

Finally: 'He's ready. Just one last element – human brain patterns' an unkempt, overworked Miles thinks to himself, holding up the disc, he is lucky that he had it with him. 'My God, Alex, how could we have known, when we made this record...what was to come...your death...and the Vision's rebirth?' Miles asks as he slots the disc into the console the Vision is attached to.
The Vision is conscious. He is a self-motivating anthromimetic unit, designated “Vision”, and his operating system is online. He accepts the system reconfiguration, and reads the new drive – Litpon, Alexander/brain pattern record. Metaprogramming is in progress. Biological/survival mode is installed. Cooperative/socialization mode is installed. Symbolic/tool-using mode is installed. Beurosomatic/self-programming mode is installed. Transcendental/self-metaprogramming mode is installed, but inaccessible – the drivers are bad or missing. 'I think therefore I am on line!' the Vision thinks to himself, his reconfiguration complete, system control is restored to him.
'Dr Lipton. According to my internal clock, my higher systems have been deactivated for a  significant period of time' the Vision states as he sits up on the table, before asking Dr Lipton if he could please provide him with information regarding the events which have transpired in that interval. 'Well, let me put it this way – we're hip-deep in hot water – but I've got a plan...' Miles responds.
And so, the Vision reduces the reduction of his bodily density to minimum level, rendering him nearly invisible as he floats over to where the blond guard is sleeping in a chair, and decides that this is a fortunate occurance. 'Status update: preparing for neural override...' the Vision thinks to himself as he hides himself within the guard's body. An alarm sounds, and several of the Roxxon goons rush into the room. 'All right! What's going -' one of them begins, as the leader of the group exclaims 'The android – it's gone!' He aims his gun right at Miles Lipton's head and demands 'Where is it?' Miles points at the sleeping guard and claims 'Some other guys came and took it. They paid off your guard' before asking 'What was I supposed to do?' The thug goes over to the sleeping guard, 'You worthless piece of – where is the android!' he shouts, putting a finger on the guard's head. The guard remains asleep, while the Vision, inside his body, thinks 'Cortical splice initiated – domination of motor control: 100%!' and suddenly controls the guard's body, grabbing him and punching him across the room. 'Status update: neural override successful' the Vision thinks to himself. 'Solidification of key neural linkages of unit brain, aligned with reciprocal points in host body, has allowed domination of host body's voluntary nervous system'.
The Vision leaves the guard's body and his ghostly form wafts over to another of the goons, and enters their body. 'Something weird's going on. Ice the old man' one of the goons suggests, but as he aims his gun at Dr Lipton's head, the other guard who the Vision is now controlling remarks 'I think not' as he knocks the other guard over. 'I strongly recommend cessation of all criminal activity' he states. 'Further attempts to initiate violence shall be dealt with harshly!' the Vision declares as he kicks one of the guards who attempts to trip him up. The Vision tells himself that the current body he is controlling is the sole remaining source of physical threat to Dr Lipton, and concludes that the course of action is incapacitation, so he punches the guard in the face with his own fist.
The Vision solidifies himself again and grabs the man who was acting as leader of the goons, and tells him that he is the authority figure responsible for many recent criminal actions directed at Dr Lipton. 'Explain yourself' the Vision instructs him. The thug explains that Lipton's son worked for Roxxon R&D, and found out about some super top secret weapons thing, and the order came forn from above to ice him. 'That's all I know. I just do hits, okay!' he exclaims. The Vision thanks him for his cooperation and lets him drop to the ground. 'Are you undamaged, Dr Lipton?' the Vision asks. 'Are you kidding? He just confessed to my son's murder – and your memories are admissible as evidence in a court of law! I couldn't be better!' Dr Lipton grins.
Later, at the park, the Vision stands near the lake and tells himself that the recent reconfiguration incorporating new human brain patterns has stabilized all functions, and permanent installation of holographic image inducer has greatly aided in continued study of human culture under the identity of “Victor Shade”.  He switches into his Victor Shade form, and acknowledges that continued association with Dr Miles Lipton has proven to be an ongoing rewarding experience. 'Vic!' Laura shouts as as she wheels Miles over towards him. 'Miles told me that you were instrumental in helping him bring Alex's killers to justice' Laura remarks as she hugs Victor, and thanks him. Laura adds that she thinks it is time for a certain aging hacker to get out of his lab for an evening, as she has three tickets to the Mets game tomorrow night, and she wants the two of them to come with her. 'That means no excuses, Miles, okay?' Laura adds, smiling. 'Okay!' Miles responds.
'Vic?' Laura asks. Victor Shade tells her that he would find it a most interesting experience, and that he shall attend. 'All right!' Laura grins, before walking off. Miles tells the Vision that he also wants to thank him, and hands him a book called “The Naked Ape”. 'For starters, here's something that may help you in understanding the “illogical human operating system”' Miles suggests. Victor begins to push Miles along the path that runs next to the lake, and reminds him that last week they were discussing Bell's Incompleteness Theorem....
The next day, at Avengers Mansion, Jarvis enters a living room and tells the Vision that he is so glad to find him off duty, and asks him if he can have a word with him. Jarvis walks closer to the Vision and tells him that it has been bothering him for some weeks that he was so short with him when he attempted to consult his opinion. 'I left rather abruptly due to personal business and it only occurred to me later that your problem may have been of a personal nature' Jarvis remarks, adding that he understands the Vision no longer possesses human feelings, but that is no excuse for his behavior, and asks him to forgive him. The Vision looks up from the newspaper he is reading and tells Jarvis that he has never found his behavior to be other than that of a gentleman, and so no apology is necessary. The Vision then asks Jarvis to excuse him, as he has some personal business of his own to attend to.
The Vision states that he will be attending a sports match between the Mets of New York and the Expos of Montreal. He announces that the event begins at 7:30, and he has prearranged to meet his companions at 6:00. 'If anyone asks – just say that you did not see me leave' the Vision asks Jarvis as he switches to Victor Shade guise. A perplexed Jarvis drops down onto the sofa, 'A baseball game? Vision? And what about the...?'


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Here comes Hawkeye! (1st Story) -  Listen to the Mockingbird (2nd story)
1st story:'You clowns don't stand a chance against me! I've beaten you before and I'll do it again! They don't call me the world's greatest archer for nothing!' Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye boasts as he rides a white horse, leans slightly off the horse and aims his bow – before firing several arrows towards a group of clowns in the circus ring ahead of him, as the horse comes to a stop. 'Go ahead, jump around all you like! Keep trying to distract me!' Hawkeye calls out. 'Any bets I still nail three for three?' he asks as suddenly, the clowns move, revealing three targets behind them, each with an arrow positioned perfectly in the middle of the target. 'He did it again! Three bullseyes!' one clown comments. 'The guy's unbelievable!' another exclaims, while a third clown tells the others that they still have one more routine to practice.
Sitting in the stand are Simon Williams a.k.a. Wonder Man and Bobbie Morse Barton a.k.a. Mockingbird, both Hawkeye's teammates, Mockingbird is also Hawkeye's wife. Simon remarks to Bobbi that this is going to be some show, and wishes he could see the real thing tonight. 'At least you made the dress rehearsal, Wonder Man' Bobbi points out. Simon then asks Bobbi where her husband finds the time to volunteer for these special benefit performances, as he has his hands full running the West Coast Avengers. Simon chomps down on another hot dog as Bobbi informs him that the proceeds from this particular exhibition will be donated to a local orphanage. Bobbi adds that Hawkeye still remembers the days when he and his brother Barney were stuck in one, until they eventually ran away and ended up at a traveling carnival, where Clint first met the Swordsman, who took him under his wing and gave him his first bow, and relentlessly trained him to become the greatest trick-shooter of all!
Simon tells Bobbi that he has heard that story before, and remarks that one thing has always puzzled him – why did the Swordsman teach Hawkeye archery? Before Bobbi can answer, Hawkeye calls out to her, announcing that they are out of here, and that he is free until showtime. One of the clowns waves at Hawkeye and tells him that they will see him tonight. Moments later, Hawkeye is on his sky-cycle, and Mockingbird sits behind him, clinging to her husband, while Wonder Man hovers above them thanks to his booster pack, he tells Hawkeye 'You're going to knock 'em dead tonight, Hawkeye! Break a leg!' Hawkeye thanks Wonder Man, and Mockingbird tells him that they will meet him back at Avengers Compound, before they take to the air in the sky-cycle, as Clint remarks that it is too bad none of the other Avengers can catch his show tonight, as they don't know what they are missing. Mockingbird tells Clint to simmer down, and that she has a question about the Swordsman. Why did he -' she begins, but Clint suddenly does several loops mid-air with the sky-cycle.
'Whoops, sorry about that, Mock!' Clint tells her, claiming that a sudden updraft caught him by surprise and that he almost lost control of the sky-cycle. Clint asks Bobbi if she is okay, as he knows how those unexpected spills affect her stomach. 'I... I'm just ducky' Mockingbird replies, unaware that down on the ground, someone is watching them, and thinks to himself that it is time to check in with the boss man.
Sometime later, at a non-descript warehouse on the waterfront, the man who was watching the Bartons enters, where a chunky man standing in the shadows is firing some arrows from a bow, towards several men in dark blue spandex costumes, they dart about, as one of them exclaims 'Look alive, you lunkheads! Those arrows are razor sharp!' 'Big deal, they can't penetrate our steel arm protectors!' one of the goons points out as the arrow falls against the steel covering his arm. 'Me an' Arnie got open shots at the target!' one of them calls out, throwing several balls back into the warehouse, while one of them tells him not to miss the target. 'Scratch one cement statue!' one of the goons exclaims as the balls break through a large statute of Hawkeye, but he is annoyed that the boss wasn't even looking.
The man who was watching the Avengers wears a suit and approaches the chunky man in the shadows, informing him that he went to the Los Angeles Coliseum as he ordered, that the Archer was there, and that he is definitely planning to be tonight's featured attraction. 'Good! My assassin are all trained and ready for a real battle! Treat the rubes to a show they'll never forget!' the chunky man exclaims, gritting his teeth, he declares that he is anxious to see how good Hawkeye has become over the years, as it has been a very long time since he last saw him. 'He owes me a debt which can only be paid in blood!'
A few hours later, people being filing into the Memorial Coliseum, while in the dressing room, the clowns are finishing their make-up. 'Hey! You should see the crowd out there! We're talking full house!' one of them tells the others. 'Close the door, Manny – and give the rest of us a chance to get dressed!' another exclaims. 'Yeah, sure, but hurry up! Show starts in... fifteen minutes...' Manny begins, before looking puzzled as the chunky man can be seen down the corridor – and he fires an arrow, which streaks into the changing room before the door closes. 'What the heck is -' Manny begins, before the arrowhead opens and releases a gas that renders the clowns unconscious.
Within the coliseum, an announcer calls out 'Ladies and gentlemen! Children of all ages! The management of the Los Angeles Veterans Memorial Coliseum is proud to present – HAWKEYE! The Avenging Archer!' Hawkeye rides into the ring on the white horse, 'Yahoo! Way to go, Avenger!' a kid in the audience calls out. 'C'mon, guys, let's show these people a little action!' Hawkeye tells the clowns up ahead, but when they don't move into their position, he tells them that they are not anywhere near the targets. 'Wrong, pally! The only target around here – is you!' one of the phoney clowns calls back. 'Ice him, Elmo!' he tells one of his companions, who raises a large bazooka – and fires it, causing the horse to buck up on its hind legs and throw Hawkeye backwards.
Hawkeye lands on the ground and instinctively notches two arrows as he rolls to safety, but the arrows strike the steel bands on the “clowns” arms. 'Cool it, fellas! I don't mind a few ad libs – but let's not get ridiculous!' Hawkeye exclaims. 'You're going to have to do better than that, Avenger!' one of the “clowns” calls back, while another boasts that they know all of his tricks and defenses – before they throw two balls towards him at close range, striking him in his shoulder and leg. 'YEOW!' Hawkeye exclaims, seeing that the “clowns” are using lacrosse-like gizmos to hurl ivory balls, he knows that he can't avoid them out here, he turns and leaps over the wall that acts as the ring in, while his shoulder and leg suddenly turn numb.
Clint realizes that something has gone wrong, that those jokers are fighting him for real, and making him look bad in front of his adoring public. 'Well, no more' Clint thinks to himself, before leaping up and firing an arrow back into the ring, 'Eat some arrow, wise guys!' Clint calls out, warning them that they are about to learn first hand the reasons why he is an Avenger. 'Pay attention now! There will be a quiz later! Clint jokes. 'Ha! Ya ain't as good as her rep, archer!' one of the fake clowns calls back as the arrow misses them. 'Ya missed us!' the fake clown calls back. 'Did I?' Clint asks as he peals onto a trampoline as the arrow spins around and strikes one of the fake clowns in the back. Up in the air after bouncing on the trampoline, Hawkeye fires another arrow down into the ring, which releases a gas that takes out two more of the fake clowns.
Another fake clown comes up behind Hawkeye, who is preparing to fire another arrow – and slams his hand against the bow, breaking it in two. Hawkeye looks at his broken bow, unimpressed, he turns to the fake clown and punches him in the face, knocking him out.
Elsewhere, at that very moment, Mockingbird is making her way down a corridor towards the dressing rooms, thinking that it took her a lot longer to get here than she had planned, and supposes she has missed the first act by now, she decides to meet Clint in his dressing room – but as she opens the door to the dressing room, she discovers the unconscious clowns. Mockingbird realizes that they have been drugged, and notices a gas arrow on the floor. She doesn't recognize the arrow, so assumes it doesn't belong to Hawkeye. 'What's going on?' Mockingbird wonders, unaware that someone approaches her from behind and reaches out for her.
Meanwhile, the crowd are enjoying the “act”. 'What a show!' one of them calls out. 'The way they're going at it, you'd believe it's a real fight!' a woman exclaims, while a blond man points out that it looks like they are coming up to the finale. Two “clowns” remain, and one of them tells Hawkeye that it is all over, that there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. 'We can pick you off at our leisure now!' the other points out. Clint's left shoulder and leg are still killing him, but he can't let the “clowns” know that. They hurl more balls towards Hawkeye, telling him that he did well in the early rounds, but that it was only a matter of time, as their superior numbers and skills have overwhelmed him. 'You're totally defenseless without your bow!' the other points out.
Clint reaches for an arrow from the holster on his back and tells the clowns that a trained fighting man is never defenseless, as he always has his wits and reflexes to fall back on. 'My speciality is hurling projectiles! I usually use a bow to do so – but that doesn’t mean I'm any less accurate, or deadly, by hand!' Hawkeye boasts as he tosses several arrows at the balls, two strike the balls, splitting them in half, while the other arrows pin the “clowns” up against a post in the center of the ring. Clint wishes he knew what this was all about, and notices the crowd going wild, that they think this is how the show was rehearsed. He wonders what he does for an encore, before a figure appears behind him: 'HAWKEYE!' the figure shouts. Clint turns around, and is surprised by who he sees – it's Mockingbird.
'Are you all right? Bobbi asks, going over to Hawkeye, who tells her that he is fine, and noticing that Bobbi's costume has been torn to shreds, he asks her what happened to her. 'Never mind that' Bobbi replies, announcing that she has something important to ask him. 'What?' Hawkeye asks, before Bobbi holds up the arrow she found in the changing room, and asks him if he has ever seen an arrow like it before. 'Oh, no!' Hawkeye exclaims. Mockingbird realizes something is wrong, and tells Clint that she has never seen him so pale. 'It belongs to the man who really trained me!' Clint reveals. This surprises Bobbi: 'But I thought -' she begins, to which Hawkeye announces that it was a lie – a lie which has returned to haunt him! 'I pradyed that I'd never face to face him again!' Hawkeye adds.
Elsewhere the chunky man stands over the broken statue of Hawkeye, and declares that at long last, his former student must realize the truth – that Trick Shot lives and has returned to issue the ultimate challenge. Trick Shot boasts that the costumed upstart must be cowering in his boots by now, as there can only be one living archer who is the best in all the world. Trick Shot then stands on the statue head of Hawkeye and crushes it: 'ME!' he boasts.
2nd story:'Hawkeye's going to freak out! I'm late, late late for his big show at the Los Angeles Coliseum' Bobbi Morse-Barton a.k.a. Mockingbird thinks to herself as she runs across the rooftops of cars on a jam-packed road. She tells herself that it isn't her fault, as she never expected to run into a traffic jam at this time of day. 'Wait'll I tell the wife! I've had fares run out on me before – but never quite like this!' the cab driver Bobbi ditched smiles to himself, while in a car nearby, a man exclaims 'Omigosh! It's that Avengers lady! Whatshername! The one married to the guy with the arrows?' Bobbi would hate to disappoint Hawkeye, as he loves showing off and doesn't get many opportunities to perform for a real audience. Leaping from one car to another, Bobbi sees that her ride has arrived, right on schedule, and is grateful that her cab driver had his radio tuned to the WKLA traffic report, and although it took some convincing, she managed to get her driver to have his dispatcher patch her through to the station's manager, so that she could wangle herself a lift with their traffic helicopter.
Looking up at the chopper, Bobbi realizes that the pilot has seen her, and is now looking for a place to land. Bobbi decides that she can save him the trouble if she can use the exit sign up ahead to give her sufficient momentum – then she leaps off the car rooftop, grabs the overhanging exit sign and uses it to propel her upwards to the chopper, grabbing the underside. 'Made it!' Bobbi thinks to herself, grateful that the pilot saw what she was doing and compensated for her additional weight. 'Welcome aboard, lady!' the pilot calls out as Bobbi clings to the side of the chopper. He tells her to hang tight and that they will get her to the Coliseum in no time flat. 'What a view' Bobbi thinks to herself as she looks down at the city below. She tells herself that she never would have imagined that a simple girl from San Diego would ever experience a wild ride like this!
flashback images:Bobbi decides that it is hard to believe that just a few years ago she was plain old Barbara Morse, an A+ student at Georgia Tech, and when her favorite professor took a sabbatical to work on a government project, Bobbi went with her. She remembers that SHIELD was one of its major sponsors, and the idea of becoming Mata Hari appealed to Bobbi, so she enrolled in spy school, becoming a field agent for a while – but when that didn't work out, she went solo.
Present:That is, of course, until she met Hawkeye. Bobbi admits that he may not be perfect, but no man has ever gotten to her the way he did – and still does. She tells herself that Hawkeye is some piece of work, even though he leads the West Coast Avengers, he still manages to find the time to put on these occasional benefits for charity. The chopper approaches the Coliseum, and a few minutes later, Bobbi is inside, walking down a corridor, she is certain she has missed the first act, and supposes that Clint will be in the dressing room – but as she enters the dressing room, she is shocked to find that the clowns Hawkeye was supposed to be performing with are unconscious, and she believes they have been drugged. Bobbi notices something on the floor, and goes in for a closer look, discovering a gas arrow.
Suddenly, someone approaches her from behind – 'You shouldn't be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, missy!' snarls one of the goons employed to destroy Hawkeye as he leaps at Mockingbird, 'Haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?' he asks her. 'Yes, but – I'm the Mockingbird and you're the clumsy cat!' Bobbi declares as she spins around and flips the goon over her back. Bobbi looks behind her and discovers several more of the goons. 'Not bad, lady! You made my friend Harry look like a real jerk! You must be feeling pretty proud of yourself!' one of them calls out to her, before boasting that he can change that, as he several balls towards Bobbi using a contraption on his arm. Bobbi notices this, and pulls out her battle stave, just in time to knock the balls away.
'Have you ever considered therapy, buster?' Bobbi asks the goon, remarking that the symbolism behind his choice of weapon is painfully obvious. 'Of course, I'm the one with the battle stave which telescopes to twice its length!' Bobbi adds as she pulls on her battle stave, then leaps towards the goons, telling them that she hopes this kind of talk isn't making them uncomfortable, as she strikes one of the goons, knocking them back. 'Let me at her!' another exclaims, boasting that his steel fist will finish her off – but he doesn't get the chance, as Bobbi leaps over him, causing him to smash into a table. A weapon is only as deadly as the person behind it – and you're a creampuff!' Bobbi tells the goon, who gets back on his feet and tells her to shut up, that she is making him crazy. 'I can't take all the credit!' Bobbi tells him, before he grabs her, and raises his steel fist, boasting that he has her now. 'Do you?' Bobbi retorts, as she manages to knee him in the chest, betting that the rest of him isn't as well-armored as his fist! 'What do you know? I was right!' Bobbi jokes.
Nearby, another of the goons decides that he is not taking any chances, as Mockingbird is crazy, so he raises a gun and opens fire, but the bullets just deflect off her, as Bobbi explains that her costume is made of a special blend of material which is impervious to small arms fire. 'The perfect action wear – for the contemporary gal on the go!' Mockingbird exclaims as she hurls her battle stave at the goon who fired at her, while two others rush from the changing room, one of them exclaims that they can't stop her, that she fights like a wild cat. 'Move it already! We've wasted enough time here!' the other points out, suggesting that their teammates must have finished off the archer by now. As she follows them into the corridor, Mockingbird hears the comment about the archer, and supposes they are talking about Hawkeye. She wonders who these guys are and what they want, when suddenly, Bobbi sees a woman walking down the corridor.
'Stay back, or we'll kill her!' one of the goons exclaims as he grabs the woman and puts a gun to her head. The other goon warns Mockingbird not to follow them. Bobbi had no intention of following them, until now, as she wanted to find her husband, fearing that he is in real trouble, she can sense that he needs her, unaware that Hawkeye is in the center of the Coliseum, battling more goons, dressed as clowns. Bobbi tells herself that Hawkeye will have to take care of himself for now, and a few moments later, she reaches an exit, where she sees the goons climbing into a getaway van, and taking the hostage with them. The van speeds off, and Bobbi knows that there is no way she can outrace it, but hopes that if she can snap her battle staves together in time, which she does, and uses them to lift herself from the parking lot, over a fence, where she lands on top of the van as it rounds a corner. 'Perfect! But this is no time to congratulate myself! I have to move fast!' Bobbi thinks – before she suddenly flips over as bullets are fired up through the roof of the van.
'Dumb broad musta thought we couldn't hear her up there!' one of the goons exclaims, before boasting 'She's history, now!' But as Mockingbird drops down onto the windshield, the driver calls back 'Wanna bet?' as Mockingbird smiles and asks if she can join the fun, before kicking in the windshield, knowing that she has to watch the angle of her entry, as she doesn't want to accidentally clip the hostage. Bobbi then kiccks the back door of the van open and suggests to the goons that they go and buy some refreshments, forcing them out the door, she jokes that she will keep the party hopping until they get back, as the men land on the tarmac, while the driver, stunned by the sheer audacity of Mockingbird's attack, loses control of the van and crashes into a nearby fence, bursting through it, he collides with some parked cars – just as Bobbi leaps from the van with the woman, Bobbi knows that she has to hit the ground and roll at the proper angle so that her reinforced costume takes the impact. After doing so, Bobbi asks the woman if she is okay. 'Uh...I think so' the woman responds.
Suddenly, Bobbi hears a strange sound – and throwing stars are suddenly tossed her way by two more goons. The stars cut up parts of Bobbi's costume, and Bobbi is glad for her SHIELD training. 'I've really got to hand it to you boys! You certainly came prepared for a fight!' Bobbi exclaims as she rushes towards one of them and throws her battle  stave at him, before asking 'Who are you working for? I'd like to personally compliment him on his training procedures! Such professional work shouldn't be unrewarded!' Bobbi declares as she kicks the other goon in the stomach. Nearby, in a limo, the chunky man watches and thinks to himself 'What a magnificent creature! I can easily see why my former student is so attracted to her!' He holds ip an arrow and decides that it is unfortunate that she must be dealt with. 'Mockingbird! Run!' the woman Bobbi rescued suddenly screams as an arrow streaks towards Bobbi. Bobbi looks up and sees the flaming arrow, and worries that it might ignite one of the nearby ruptured tanks from where the van crashed into the cars.
Bobbi can't let that happen, and leaps onto one of the cars, realizing that this has to be the craziest stunt she ever attempted, she decides that if she wanted sanity she would not have joined the Avengers, and as she flips into the air, Bobbi realizes that she only has one chance to get the arrow, so has to make it count – and suddenly, she catches the arrow between her feet in a daring move. Landing on the ground with the arrow disabled, Bobbi sees a fleeping limo, and assumes the arrow came from there, but she knows she can't worry about that, as she has to find out what happened to Hawkeye.
Soon, Bobbi arrives back at the Coliseum, and rushes in to see an adoring audience clapping for Hawkeye. Approaching him from behind, Bobbi hopes that Hawkeye can clue her in on the curved arrow she found, pleased she stopped back in the dressing room to retrieve it. 'Hawkeye!' Mockingbird calls out. 'You!' Clint replies as he spins around. Bobbi leaps into his arms, 'Of course it's me!' she tells him, asking him if he is all right. Hawkeye confirms that he is, before asking Bobbi what happened to her, as her costume is in shreds. 'Never mind that' Bobbi remarks, announcing that she has something important to ask Hawkeye, she pulls out the curved arrow and asks him if he has ever seen an arrow like it before. 'Oh, NO!' Hawkeye gasps. Mockingbird asks him what is wrong, and tells him that she has never seen him so pale.
Hawkeye turns away from Mockingbird as he explains that the arrow belongs to the man who really trained him, and that he prayed he would never have to face him again. 'You won't...if I have anything to say about it' Bobbi declares. Bobbi points out that this man is obviously a top professional killer, and asks Hawkeye to promise her that he won't go up against him alone. 'Promise me!' she exclaims. 'Yeah, sure...' Hawkeye replies, taking Bobbi in his arms. 'I promise' he remarks, smirking.


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1st Story: The Great Escape  -  2nd Story: Knight's Errant
1st story:'I apologize for the accommodations. They were the best I could arrange on such short notice' Silver Sable remarks as Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye is thrown into a small jail cell by Sable's men. Sable adds that one doesn't usually arrest a gentleman of Hawkeye's stature - the chairman of the West Coast Avengers – for murder – the murder of Trick Shot! Hawkeye is shirtless, only wearing his mask and trousers as he declares that he didn't kill anybody, and the charges against him are ridiculous. 'Be a good little girl – and release me! C'mon, lady, you know that I'm innocent!' Hawkeye pleads with Silver Sable, who is wearing a long silver gown with a fur trim around her shoulders, and is flanked by several men in purple and orange costumes, and a man in a blue suit. 'Stop calling me lady!' Silver Sable retorts, reminding Hawkeye that her name is Silver Sable, she boasts that she is no lady, in any sense of the way he means the word.
Sable informs Hawkeye that the French government has authorized her to capture a murderer, and so she has done that. 'Says you! Howsabout a lawyer!' Hawkeye exclaims. 'All in good time, friend' Sable replies, assuring Hawkeye that the American Embassy will eventually provide him with one, but until then, he should enjoy his stay. She adds that luncheon will be served within the hour. The door them slams closed, trapping Hawkeye in the cel. 'Yeah...sure, lady' Hawkeye mutters to himself.
Within the large castle that Hawkeye is being held, Silver Sable has changed into her battlesuit, and her men are now dressed in ninja costumes, as they surround her, ready for a training session. The man in the blue suit tells Sable that he protests her handling of this most delicate situation. 'If that man should contact the other Avengers -' the man in the blue suit begins, but Sable, addressing him as “Minister” assures him that he won't. 'How can you be so certain?' the Minister asks. 'I know men' Sable remarks, while one of her squad thinks to themselves that hate these daily workouts. Sable then starts to kick her way through the men, using her staff against them as well, she remarks that Hawkeye is much too stubborn and egotistical to call for help at the first sign of trouble. The Minister points out that Sable has no legal right to detain him. 'I know that – but he does not!' Sable replies.
In his cell, the shirtless Hawkeye lifts the mattress of the bed off its base, while Silver Sable dodges one of her men who lunge at her with the wooden staff, and Sable spins her staff around, slamming it into her man's head, while reminding the Minister that his government hired Silver Sable International to apprehend a dangerous criminal, a contract killer known as Trick Shot! At that moment, Hawkeye tears back the material from the mattress base, while Sable begins spinning her staff to keep her men at bay, slamming a fist into one of them, while she tells the Minister that, through various sources, she has learned that Hawkeye and Trick Shot have a prior relationship – and were to meet in Paris and battle to the death! Hawkeye then takes a piece of wood from the mattress base, while Sable continues to battle her men, telling the Minister that since his people want Trick Shot to stand trial for his crimes, she has arranged for Hawkeye's false arrest.
Hawkeye snaps the piece of wood in two, while Silver Sable announces that in order to prove Hawkeye's innocence, he will have to produce Trick Shot – alive. 'Quite a simple plan, no?' Sable asks, while Hawkeye smiles, holding the two short pieces of wood in his hand now. The Minister asks Sable how she expects Hawkeye to capture Trick Shot if she is holding him prisoner. 'Silly boy!' Sable replies. 'The man's an Avenger, isn't he?' she remarks, before telling her men that they did good work with the workout, but to try and pick up the pace a bit next time.
Three of the men arrive at Hawkeye's cell, 'Lunch time, archer!' one of them calls out. 'We do hope you're partial to pheasant under glass' one of them adds. 'After all, it's a speciality of the house' one of them remarks as the enter the cell, to find Hawkeye standing with his back to them, facing the wall. 'Too bad! I had a real hankering for a Big Mac!' Hawkeye jokes, spinning around suddenly, he throws the two short blocks of wood, 'So I'll just have to give you guys the bird – and go out and find the beef myself!' Hawkeye exclaims as one of the pieces of wood strikes one of the men in their helmet, knocking him back into another, while the second block of wood strikes the third man in his helmet, causing him to drop the tray of food.
The third man doesn't fall over though, and reaches for his gun. 'What's the matter, pal? Fast food not your style? No problem' Hawkeye calls out, reaching for another larger plank ogf wood, he tells Sable's man that if he really has an itch for something of the vegetarian persuasion, he could always eat wood!' Hawkeye then slams the large plank of wood against the man, knocking him back and causing him to drop the gun. Hawkeye grabs the man by his collar and tells him that the main course is over, so now it is time for dessert. 'I want my bow and arrows! Now!' Hawkeye shouts.
In another part of the castle, one of Sable's men rushes over to her and reports that the Avenger has escaped. 'WHA -?!' the Minister shouts, but Sable tells him to relax, that everything is proceeding according to plan.
At that moment, Hawkeye rushes down a long winding staircase, he has recovered his tunic and bow and arrows, and thinks that recovering his stuff was almost too easy. He decides that a castle is a weird place to hold a murder suspect, and wonders what game Sable is playing at. He knows that he can't worry about that now, as he hears someone coming. Another of the purple and orange clad men that work for Sable confronts Hawkeye, so the Avenger fires an arrow with adhesive substance at him, knocking him back and keeping him occupied as he tries to pry himself free.
Hawkeye hears a whole crowd headed his way, and decides that he needs an arrowhead with a bit more stopping power. He readies an arrow with an explosive tip, thinking that will throw a real scare into these costumed clowns and convince them that he means business. Hawkeye aims the arrow low and outside, as he doesn't want to accidentally hurt them. The arrow explodes against the wall, knocking several of the men over, and engulfing them in a cloud – but not for long, as the men recover and see Hawkeye. 'He missed us!' one of them exclaims. 'Whoops' Hawkeye mutters. 'Get him! Silver will probably give us a big bonus for his recapture!' one of the men tells the others, before the large army of men begin to give chase.
Hawkeye runs for his life, thinking that these guys are a lot tougher than they look – but he can't pull the stops, as for all he knows, they might really work for the French government. 'After him! We must stop him before he reaches the end of the parapet!' one of the men calls out. As he approaches the large open parapet, Hawkeye has nowhere else to run, so he fires an arrow with  a cable  connected to it, and as the arrowhead strikes another part of the castle, 'Ta-ta, gentlemen! I really would like to stay and fight it out with you guys – but there just aren't enough of you to give me a decent workout!' Hawkeye jokes as he drops away from the castle, a couple of the men falling over the edge, though their teammates help them up.
Hawkeye lands on a bridge, 'Uh-oh! Out of the frying pan – and into the microwave!' he jokes as several more of Sable's men appear on the bridge, one has a large weapon, and warns Hawkeye to freeze, or else they will flash-fry his face. 'Really?' Hawkeye replies, telling the men that they will find that awfully hard with their gizmo jammed. He fires an arrow at the weapon, and it explodes. 'You've been lucky, archer, real lucky!' another of Sable's men exclaims as they rush up behind him, 'That was before you met me!' he boasts as he prepares to slam a weapon against Hawkeye – who elbows him in the back. Hawkeye maneuvers himself away from his foe, who is using an electro-whip, which he boasts will flay Hawkeye alive. 'No matter how fast you are, you can't dodge me forever!' the soldier calls out as Hawkeye leaps from the electro-whip. 'I don't have to – not when an old fashioned sock  on the jaw can put you out of my misery!' Hawkeye declares, slamming his fist into the soldier's face.
Hawkeye then kicks the soldier and tells him that a man should not rely on his weapons to fight his battles for him – as weapons can malfunction or be taken away! 'You've got to be able to depend on yourself – on your own natural abilities!' Hawkeye remarks 'Well said – from a man who's entire reputation is built on a bunch of trick arrows!' another soldier calls out as he flies towards Hawkeye on a sky-cycle like vehicle. 'Sure, I use my share of gimmicks, but I back them up with a lot of skill and smarts!' Hawkeye exclaims, before leaping into the air and firing a net arrow off the bridge, where is strikes the ground below, nestled between some bushes, Hawkeye leaps onto it, then flips onto the ground, firing an arrow backwards up to the soldier's most vulnerable area – the underside of the sky-cycle! 'Nuff said!' Hawkeye calls out.
Hawkeye makes his way through the castle once more, when several more soldiers rush towards him. 'Oh, swell! Here come fresh troops!' Hawkeye mutters to himself, wondering if perhaps he should have eaten that pheasant when he had the chance, as all this exercise is making him hungry. He supposes that he can always stop for something after he is though here, and tells himself that trhe battle shouldn't last much longer, anyway, as he fires several arrows towards the approaching soldiers, the arrows release a tear gas, which disables the soldiers. Hawkeye rushes towards some nearby stairs, and knows that once he gets to the top of them, he will be home free – but before he can get up the stairs, one of the soldiers at the top opens fire, so Hawkeye ducks back behind a wall. 'Just what I need – some jerk with a laser pistol!' Clint thinks to himself, supposing that the soldier has the right to earn a living, too. He prepares another arrow and wonders if Silver Sable pays her people extra for all of this.
'I'd be really insulted if I ever learned that she considers tussling with me to be a normal day's work!' Clint thinks to himself as he fires the arrow – which curves around the side of the wall and up the steps, striking the soldier and knocking him out. All of this is watched by Sable, who leans over some monitors, 'Impressive. Most impressive' she thinks to herself, deciding that her men are top professionals – the very best mercenaries money can buy. Sable had assumed Hawkeye was good, but never imagined that anyone could be this good. She wonders if she could entice him into accepting a retainer and working for her on a job by job basis. Hawkeye is on the edge of the bridge, and fires an arrow across the moat, where it strikes the ground, a cable connecting the arrow to Hawkeye, who thinks that he could have made that shot with his eyes closed, and that now he just has to clear the moat and then he is outta here. 'Sayonara, Silver! I haven't had fun like this since my last root canal!' Hawkeye calls out, jokingly.
The cable retracts into the arrow, pulling Hawkeye across the moat, he lands safely on the other side of the moat. He remarks that he just has to find Trick Shot, and then his problem are over. 'Wrong, punk!' a voice calls out. Hawkeye spins around, before an arrow is fired into his chest. 'They're just beginning the voice calls out' as Hawkeye falls back onto the ground. An older, chunky man wearing a black costume with purple tunic, similar to Hawkeye's, stands over Hawkeye and declares 'You done your old teacher proud, kid! It barely took you an hour to escape Silver Sable's stronghold! Too bad you couldn't keep your winning streak going!' Trick Shot grins, declaring that when it came to his final exam, Hawkeye choked!
2nd story:Deep within the laboratories of the Avengers Hydrobase headquarters, Dr Anthony Ludgate Druid finds one of his teammates engrossed in a maze of electronics. 'Dane, what the deuce are you doing?' Druid asks as he enters the lab, where Dane Whitman the Black Knight is running some tests on his Ebony Blade sword, although the tests aren't going according to plan, as he tells Druid that the blade pretty much defies scientific analysis. 'But I'm not licked yet! If there's any way on Earth, I'm going to know this sword right down to its molecular structure!' Dane declares. 'A most worthy goal, to be certain' Druid agrees, before confessing to being intrigued by Dane's sword, as it is, after all, the only known artefact of lost Camelot. Druid asks Dane if he has learned anything of its construction, but Dane reports that he hasn't learned much more than he knew already, and remarks that it was created in the sixth century for Sir Percival of Scandia, the first Black Knight, as the wizard Merlin forged it from a meteorite and worked all manner of enchantment on the metal, making it indestructible, creating a bond between it and Percival, and as he is Percival's descendant, that bond has passed on to him.
Holding the blade, Dane explains that if he is separated from the sword, he can will it back to his hand, through a sort of mental teleportation, and while in his hand it feels light as a rapier – it actually weighs a good fifty pounds. Dane then holds the sword over a granite block, tip of the blade facing down – and the blade's own weight does the rest, smoothly sliding into the granite block. 'Extraordinary!' Druid exclaims. Dane picks the blade back up and announces that he can cut through anything this side of adamantium, and depending on his he holds it, it can either deflect or absorb dangerous energies. 'It would be a near-perfect weapon – if not for the curse!' Dane laments. 'Curse?' Druid asks. Dane reveals that it is a side-effect of the enchantments – if the sword tastes human blood, it would start to control him, forcing him to draw more blood – even to kill. Dane explains that he uses the flat of the sword when he fights one-on-one – but if the blade should slip, even a drop of blood would be too much, which is why he continues to study the sword, as he must never become a danger.
Druid offers to help Dane, explaining that he has, in times past, been able to discern clues of mystic origin through sustained mental concentration. He holds a hand out towards the blade, 'Ah, yes...I can feel it' Druid utters. 'Considerable power... bound up in this metal'. He adds that its enchantments have not diminished with the passage of time. Suddenly, he remarks 'Odd' and Dane asks him what it is. Druid reveals that he can hear a voice, faintly calling out, as if from across time, he can almost feel the presence. Suddenly, Druid cries out in agony, his body contorts backwards, and he shouts 'No! Get back!' 'What's wrong?' Dane asks, as Druid begins to glow and announce that the presence is here – his psychic probe formed a conduit, and he can't hold the presence back, it's too powerful. 'Doc! What's happening?' Dane calls out, as Druid has his back to him. 'Doc? Why do you call me that?' Druid suddenly asks – but as he turns around, Dr Druid is clearly gone – replaced by a mysterious figure in a similar blue, black and red costume to Dane's.
'You do not recognize me?' the new arrival asks the surprised Dane. The mysterious figure supposes that this must be centuries before his birthing. 'You know, primitive, that before you now stands Ernst Wyythim...the  ast Knight!' booms the new arrival. The Last Knight reveals that since the second millennia of the legendary Ebony Sword, he has been its prime wielder, and that nothing can separate it from him – not even death! 'How in blazes did you get here? And what have you done to Doctor Druid?' Dane calls out. 'Who are you to demand... eh? The sword!' the Last Knight begins to reply, before he notices the Ebony Blade in Dane's hand and asks him 'What are you doing with my sword?' 'Your sword? This is my sword! I'm the Black Knight!' Dane replies. 'Then you are my ancestor! Tell me – quickly – have you yet sired any progeny?' the Last Knight enquires.
'Have I had any kids? No, but what does that -' Dane begins, before the Last Knight rushes over and grabs the sword from Dane's hand. 'Hey! What's the big idea?' Dane asks. 'The idea is my salvation through your death!' the Last Knight shouts as he lunges at Dane, who ducks before the sword can strike him. 'What are you, nuts?' Dane asks. 'If I'm your ancestor, why do you want to kill me?' Dane enquires. 'You must die...your line must be ended...!' the Last Knight shouts as he runs towards Dane again, '...so that I will never be born!' the Last Knight exclaims, bringing the sword down, it narrowly misses Dane, cutting into the wall behind him. 'He is crazy! He must be!' Dane thinks to himself, as he grabs a chair, and whacks it against the Last Knight, deciding that he has no inhibitions about using the blade, so he has to get it away from him.
'Was that mean to incapacitate me?' the Last Knight asks as he throws the chair back to the Black Knight. 'Well, I had hoped' Dane remarks. 'You still do not realize what you face!' the Last Knight exclaims, revealing that his body armor is the product of a technology some 600 years more advanced than this time's, and boasts that he is the victor of thousands of battles. 'And our ego's as big as all outdoors!' Dane thinks to himself, hoping to keep the Last Knight talking, he runs across the lab and grabs a long metal pole that is lying on the floor. 'I would have made your death a fast, merciful one! Why will you not accept your fate?' the Last Knight enquires, as the Ebony Blade clangs against the metal pole. 'I've fallen into the habit of staying alive over the past thirty years!' Dane replies, admitting that it is not an easy habit for someone in his line of work, he tells the Last Knight to back off, and suggests they talk things over sensibly.
Dane reminds the Last Knight that he mentioned the sword's curse, and informs him that he had hoped to beat the curse. 'Mayhap you did, but I could not! When the sword fell to me, I sought to use its power in the cause of justice!' the Last Knight explains, adding that, eventually, his blade tasted blood, and I he was compelled to give it more – and over ten thousand souls died at his hands, before he took his own life. 'Took your own -' the Black Knight begins, wide-eyed, he is distracted, and the Last Knight uses the Ebony Blade to cut the metal pole in two. 'The truth can be distracting, can it not?' he exclaims, while the Black Knight tells him that he has only his word as to the “truth” and announces that he would like a second opinion. Dane dodges the Last Knight, who rushes towards him, but as Dane spins around and kicks the Last Knight , he almost busts his knee trying to knock the wind out of the Last Knight, who is too well padded with his special armor.
Dane decides that whoever this guy is, he must be telling the truth about being his descendant, as he has been concentrating on the sword, trying to zap it back to him, and getting nowhere. 'His link to the sword is at least as strong as mine!' Dane tells himself, supposing that there is just one thing left to do, he pulls a cable from a panel, and as the Last Knight shouts 'DIE!' Dane points the cable at him, firing some sort of gas towards him. 'Nope! Fight dirty!' Dane retorts, before he leaps forward and kicks the Last Knight's arm, knocking the Ebony Blade from him. Dane knows that the emergency backup systems will shut down the gas tine in seconds – but a few seconds is all he needs. The Last Knight coughs and splutters, while Dane lands and picks the Ebony Blade up. He suggests to the Last Knight that they go back to square one, and asks him how he got here and where Dr Druid has gone to.
The Last Knight explains that he came here via the sword's mystic bond, turned the Ebony Blade upon himself, spilling his own blood to send his mind back through time, seeking out a receptive mind to displace. 'This doctor you speak of must have provided that mind!' the Last Knight supposes. Dane holds the Ebony Blade ready, and tells him he can't have come back to kill off his family line, that is impossible, he can't wipe out his own existence. Dane adds that for what he understands of time, the most the Last Knight would have accomplished by killing him is cause an alternate reality – one without their family tree, that's all. The Last Knight clenches his fists and declares 'Then that must suffice!' and that so long as there is one future denied the curse of the sword, he will not have died in vain. 'My sacred mission must be completed!' the Last Knight shouts as he grabs a small dagger and lunges towards the Black Knight. 'Let's swing our sword, ancestor! We shall both go to our destiny... ending the curse in the throes of glorious combat!' the Last Knight exclaims.
'This is insane! He's determined to fight to the death... but I don't dare let him! It might prove fatal to Druid, whatever's happened to him!' Dane thinks to himself as he dodges the Last Knight's attack. Dane then tosses the Ebony Blade away, knowing he cannot use the sword against him, as there is too much risk of his blood lust taking over him. Dane suggests to Ernst that they settle this hand to hand, but the Last Knight retrieves his dagger and shouts 'No! An unarmed foe is a dead one!' and lunging at Dane, asks him how he has lived for so long. 'I've been lucky – to train in te martial arts – with a fella named Captain America!' Dane replies as he drops backwards and flips the Last Knight over – where he slams into the wall. 'Too bad you couldn't... he was before your time!' Dane adds.
The Last Knight gets to his feet and tells the Black Knight that he cannot win, as he is bigger, stronger. 'Maybe so...but I'm a lot more desperate!' the Black Knight exclaims, punching the Last Knight in the face, knocking him backwards, Dane declares that he is not ready to die – not by a long shot! Dane looks down at the Last Knight, who lays motionless on the floor. 'I did it! I nearly broke my fists on his chin guard, but I finally knocked him out!' Dane thinks to himself. Dane wonders what he is to do with the Last Knight, and better still, the whereabouts of Dr Druid. Dane decides to tie the Last Knight up before he regains consciousness, then he had better call the other Avengers to assemble. 'If we can't come up with a way to find Druid -' Dane thinks to himself, when suddenly, the Last Knight fades away, and Druid takes his place. 'Doc! Are you all right?' Dane calls out. Druid reports that he is.
Dane goes over to help Druid to his feet, and decides that when he knocked out the Last Knight, it must have broken the spell that brought him here. Druid remarks that the last thing he recalls was picking up a strange vibration from Dane's sword. Looking around at the damaged lab, Druid asks what happened here. Dane picks the Ebony Blade up and tells Druid that it was a long story. 'You might say I got a message from the future' Dane jokes. 'I take it the message wasn't good news!' Druid remarks. 'That's putting it lightly' Dane replies, announcing that he had to face his own mortality today. He knows that he won't live forever, and after he is gone, someone else will have the curse of the sword – unless he finds a way to neutralize the curse, or a way to destroy the sword – in his lifetime, but if he can't, thousands more may be doomed. Dane declares that until he finds that cure, he will have to totally revamp the way he fights, as long as the curse exists, the sword must never be drawn against another living foe!


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1st Story: Hijacked!  -  2nd Story: The Token
1st story:
The Orly International Airport, which services Paris, France. 'FREEZE! Don't anybody move!' a man in green military clothing calls out as he and several others reveal their weapons, aiming them at airport staff and civilians. He announces that this terminal now belongs to the Bartovian Liberation Front, and that they are all political prisoners. Among the civilians in the terminal are three unique individuals – Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye, the mysterious Silver Sable, and her hired gun William Baker a.k.a. Sandman. 'Oh, great! Finally finish my business here so I can go home, and now this!' Hawkeye whispers to the others. Sandman tells Hawkeye to quit his griping, and points out that at least he and Sable are here to see him off. Hawkeye tells Sandman that he means no offense, but that he would feel a whole lot better if he hadn't checked the bag containing his bow and arrows! He then asks 'Who are these clowns, anyway?' to which Sandman tells him that they are a bunch of cheap thugs who started making headlines a few weeks ago, and asks his boss what they should do about them.
'NOTHING!' Sable snaps quietly. She remarks that as an Avenger, Hawkeye might feel compelled to get involved in this matter, but she and Sandman are professional mercenaries and only risk their necks when they have a paying client. This surprises Hawkeye, while Sandman tells them to keep a watch as the punks are making a move. 'You! Come here!' the apparent leader of the terrorist faction calls out as he grabs a woman wearing pink and pulls her close to him. 'The rest of you – listen up! He shouts, holding his gun to her face, he shouts that this girl will be the first to die if there is any resistance. One of his comrades calls him Eric, and alerts him to the approaching airport security. Eric holds his hostage tight and tells the security guards to drop their guns and surrender, or else his men will begin firing into the crowd. He adds that the penalty for hijacking is death – so they have nothing to lose!
The airport security hold their ground, but Eric warns them that this is no bluff. 'All right! All right, we surrender!' one of the security guards calls out as they throw their machine guns to the floor. Eric then orders everyone to get on their stomachs and lay down. 'NOW!' he booms. The civilians and staff comply with his instructions, as he suggests that no one does anything to bring attention to themselves. He reveals that they intend to kill a hostage every half hour until the French government meets their demands – and frees the heroic Bartovian patriots who were arrested last week. 'Some patriots. They got nailed trying to plant a bomb on a bus full of school kids!' Sandman mentions to Hawkeye. Hawkeye quietly tells Sable that he usually keeps a spare dollar for emergencies, and asks her if she is interested. 'Are we talking cash?' Sable replies. Eric begins to lead his hostage away and tells his men that they know what to do – pick an appropriate victim – someone who will look good for the television cameras. He then tells some of the men to come with him, as they need to make sure the entire terminal is secure.
When none of the terrorists are focused on them, Sable gives the order 'Now -' and she, Hawkeye and Sandman get to their feet, with Sandman switching to his sand form and moving towards a terrorist who tells a civilian to keep their head down, unless he wants the entire world to watch him as they execute him – 'Aw, shut up! It's real easy ta flap yer jaws while you're holding all the weapons, but let's see how tough ya are now!' Sandman exclaims as he wraps one sandy hand around the terrorist's face, and with his other hand grabs his weapon from him.
'Look! We're being attacked!' one of the terrorist calls out. Another orders two of them to deal with the sandy creature, while he attends to the stupid American running towards him. 'He shall be the first hostage to die!' he calls out. 'I doubt it, pal!' Hawkeye exclaims, boasting that without his bow and arrows, he is more than a match for ten of them. He slams his hand into the terrorist's face and declares that no one is dying today – not so long as his friends and he have anything to say about it!
While Sandman bursts forward and knocks two of the terrorists together, Hawkeye flips one his opponents into another terrorist. He notices Sable throw a small object at another terrorist, striking his arm and tells her that he didn't realize she could use those half moon gizmos on her belt as weapons. Sable explains that they are called chais, and that he will find them listed under “expenses” on the itemized bill she intends to give him! With all of the terrorists defeated, the airport security rush in, 'Magnificent! It barely took you a full minute to subdue all those terrorists!' one of them exclaims, asking if there is anything they can do to help. 'Why don't you and your buddies go and find some more guns to surrender to the bad guys!' Sandman suggests. 'Be nice' Sable tells him, adding that they may have to work for these people someday. Sable notices Hawkeye leap behind the check-in counter and asks him where he is going.
Hawkeye reports that he is going to find his gear, and instructs Sable to help the security guards get the civilians to safety, then they can take care of Eric and the rest of his Bartovian blowhards. Sable calls out to Hawkeye as he rides the luggage conveyor belt, asking him why they don't let the local authorities handle it from here. 'Because that's not my style, lady!' Hawkeye calls back, explaining that he can't just sit on the sidelines while lives are in danger! When the luggage conveyor belt comes to an end, Hawkeye surprises some luggage workers, asking them where he can find the luggage bound for flight 207 to Los Angeles. They don't answer him, so Hawkeye assumes they heard all the commotion upstairs and don't want to get involved. He looks around the huge luggage sorting room and realizes that he is going to have to do this the hard way!
A few frantic minutes later, Clint comes across his suitcase, recognizing it thanks to the goofy ribbon that his wife trained him to tie to his luggage. He opens his suitcase and sees his bow and arrow. 'Considering the way this trip's been going, I'm lucky the airline didn't accidentally ship it to Guam!' Clint thinks to himself, before deciding that there is no time to put on his entire costume, so he pulls his mask and tunic on, knowing that he has to hurry, as Silver Sable and Sandman may be in over their heads and desperate for his help. Clint may not be paranoid about keeping his civilian identity a secret, but he is pleased that he always travels under a fake name, otherwise his real one would be public knowledge after today. Clint readies his bow, and wonders what is going on back upstairs, as he doesn't hear any gunfire, he hopes things are okay. He has prepared his bow to the proper tension, and has found plenty of arrows. 'Guess it's finally time to rock 'n' roll!' Clint tells himself.
At that moment upstairs, Sable and Sandman make their way through a corridor, with Sandman blasting one of the terrorists in the back with a surge of sand, and Sable taking another one down with her chais. They run further down the corridor where they run into more terrorists. Sable tells Sandman to move it, as she promised the English ambassador that she would join him for high tea this afternoon and she doesn't want to be late. Sandman lurches forward, grabbing one of the terrorists and knocking him back, Sandman wonders if he could convince Sable to pay him time and a half for this job, but decides he better not push his luck. With all of the terrorists rounded up, Sandman wonders where Hawkeye is. 'He's the one who got us into this fight in the first place' Sandman points out. Sable tells Sandman that Hawkeye went to the lower level where they keep the baggage, and supposes he might still be there.
Near a baggage collection carousel: 'Keep it down!' a terrorist shouts as he and another keep watch over some civilians who are lying on their stomachs. 'Please don't force us to kill anyone until after the newsmen have arrived!' the terrorist remarks. Suddenly, some luggage tumbles out of a chute, 'What the -' the terrorist remarks, before Hawkeye appears, 'Hi there! I'm Hawkeye! Fly me to oblivion!' Clint jokes, telling the terrorist not to look so surprised at his accommodations – only the Fantastic Four travels first class all the time. He jokes that the Avengers are going their bit to decrease spending and ease the widening trade deficit. He then fires several arrows at the terrorists.
Elsewhere in the terminal, Eric still has his hostage, and turns to several other terrorists, telling them that something is wrong, he can't seem to reach any of the other teams. He instructs several of the terrorists to scout the area and make sure that it is still secure. 'We will do as you command, Eric...for the greater good of our noble cause!' one of the terrorists responds, but Eric tells him to shut up and get moving, as right now, he is more concerned with the greater good of their lives. 'Yes, Sir!' one of them responds as they run down a corridor. 'Hey, what's this stuff on the -' one of them asks, as the sand on the floor suddenly forms up into two large fists, and pounds the three terrorists into the ground.
'What was that?' one of the terrorists with Eric asks. 'I don't think we want to know' Eric remarks, ordering the other terrorists outside, deciding that it is time they regrouped and reassessed their situation. With his arm around the hostage still, Eric makes his way outside, where a voice calls out 'Gee, that's an easy one...it stinks!' Hawkeye stands on a nearby luggage transporter, and holds up his bow and arrow, telling the terrorists that their escape flight has been canceled. 'The airline regrets any inconvenience this may cause, and is already arranging accommodations for you and your friends – for the next twenty or thirty years!' Hawkeye jokes. 'He's only one man! Waste him!' Eric tells the others – but before they can raise their weapons, Hawkeye fires arrows at them, joking that he was really hoping they wouldn't force him to sedate them with sleep dart tipped arrows.
'Keep out! Don't push me, hero! I SWEAR I'LL SHOOT!' Eric shouts, holding the gun to the hostage's face. 'Go right ahead. The girl's life means nothing to me!' Sable remarks as she appears behind Eric. 'Who are you?' Eric asks. Sable introduces herself as a professional bounty hunter and explains that she is only concerned with collecting the reward the French government pays for captured terrorists – like him. 'You can't be serious!' Eric exclaims, while Hawkeye looks even more shocked. 'Can't I?' Sable smirks, warning Eric that if he kills the hostage, she will kill him, it's his choice – and either way, she collects her fee. 'No! I can't believe you're -' Eric begins, before crying in pain as the hostage slams her foot onto his, 'Take your slimy hands off me, creep!' she exclaims. Eric opens fire, upwards, and Hawkeye tells the hostage to hit the dirt, as he fires an arrow at Eric's chest, while Sable throws her chais at him.
Later, the hostage is fine, and Sandman tells the others that the cops are arriving. He bids Hawkeye adios and remarks that while he occasionally works for Sable, some guys still consider him a criminal. 'Later, Sandy! It's been a gas working with you' Hawkeye replies, as Sable informs the hostage that the authorities will take care of her now. Hawkeye goes over to Sable and asks her if what she said about the hostage was a joke. 'I mean, you couldn't possibly have been serious' Hawkeye tells her. Sable hangs her head, then walks away. 'Sable -? Sable -?' Hawkeye calls  out after her, but gets no response.
Sometime later, Hawkeye is on the plane home, 'What a day!' he thinks to himself, recalling how it took a while but that he finally managed to duck the authorities and quietly slip aboard this plane. As Paris gets smaller out the window, Clint is pleased that at long last he is on his way home. He can't wait to see Mockingbird again, as he hates being separated from her. Clint suddenly notices something in his jacket pocket, realizing that someone must have slipped it in when he wasn't paying attention, he looks at the envelope and realizes that it is from Silver Sable. 'No! She wouldn't! She couldn't!' Clint thinks, but as he opens the envelope, he discovers an invoice, addressed to the Avenger known as Hawkeye – one American dollar – for services rendered. 'She did!' Clint thinks to himself, surprised, before he bursts into laughter.
2nd story:
It is a rainy Tuesday evening on Manhattan's Upper West Side. For Natasha Romanoff – a dancer, spy, adventurer and reservist Avenger it is an excellent opportunity to relax in a manner most would find contradictory as she, the Black Widow, performs a one-handed hand-stand in her living room, hand resting on a stack of books, legs stretched into the air, while her television is on, a news reader reports that, in local news, the Kremlin has granted permission for one of Russia's most famed citizens to seek advanced optical surgery in the United States. He adds that famed Bolshoi Ballet instructor Oksana Bolishinko has come to New York to undergo specialised surgery at Mt Sinai Hospital, and that the sixty-two year old will be held in “protective custody” at the Soviet Embassy to avoid the American press corps and the droves of her admirers.
'Oksana!' Natasha thinks to herself, as she drops down from her one-handed hand-stand, in disbelief that Oksana is here in the states – as Oksana was her ballet master. Natasha wonders how long it has been – possibly eleven years. She recalls how life was so much simpler then – her whole life revolved around pleasing her instructor. Natasha remembers how she was to be prima ballerina of the Bolshoi, and touches the medallion that Oksana gave to her premiere students, which Natasha still wears to this day. She remembers the day as if it were yesterday – Oksana giving her the medallion as a small token, and the old woman telling her that she has made her very happy. 'Thank you, master! I'll make you so proud of me!' the young Natasha replied. Rubbing her shoulder as she stands up, Natasha remembers that three years later, she was recruited by the KGB and trained to be an undercover operative – all those years Oksana gave her, and she betrayed her, forsaking her artistic disciplines. Natasha decides that the irony is that a few years after becoming the Black Widow, she defected to the United States, and wonders if betrayal is in her nature – like her namesake.
Natasha changes into her Black Widow costume and decides that now, she might have an opportunity to make amends. She hears someone else in her apartment, and thinks she knows who it is. Stepping back into her living room, Natasha sees a man standing near the kitchen counter, 'Dressed for an evening on the town, eh, Czarina?' he asks her in his native Russian. Natasha addresses him as Ivan and tells him that they are in America, so he should speak English. 'Don't do it, Natasha' Ivan tells her, remarking that he was down at Nicola's having a cold one when he saw the news report. Ivan goes over to Natasha and reminds her that the KGB has a standing death sentence on her head – if she sets foot on Soviet sil, she is as good as dead. Natasha hangs her head and tells Ivan that she knows he loves her, but that he has it all wrong. 'Tasha – I've looked after you since you were an orphaned child – I know you!' Ivan replies.
Natasha opens a sliding door and goes out onto her apartment balcony as the rain pours down. Ivan tells Natasha that when she was a spy, her one weakness was her conscience, and asks her not to let her guilt make her do something stupid. Natsha tells him not to be silly, and claims that she ran out of caviar and was on her way out to the 7-11 for some more. 'Ta-ta, darling!' Natasha calls out as she leaps from her balcony, swinging from a grappling rope.
The downpour continues as the hours pass, and patiently, Natasha waits for the opportunity she needs – trying desperately to ignore the elements assaulting her. She clings to the side of a garage door, and when it opens, she thinks 'Finally! I thought that no one would ever leave the compound!' and knows that she has to make up her mind – once she goes in there, there is no turning back. She climbs under the roller door, before it rolls back down, the tiny suction devices in her boots and gloves enable her to cling to the door, the driver of the car doesn't see her. Once inside the garage, she scans the surroundings, searching for what her espionage-trained mind knows she will inevitably find. 'There is is – the ever present surveillance camera!' Natasha thinks to herself, knowing that there is no time to disconnect the camera, and she will be spotted in a few more seconds, she uses her Widow's bite, firing a blast from her arm band, the energy blast strikes the camera, destroying it before it scans over to her.
But, in the control room: 'Yuri! We've got a malfunction on the garage level!' someone monitoring the cameras throughout the Embassy calls out. The large man called Yuri enters the control room and laughs, 'They're American made! They malfunction constantly, comrade!' while the man wearing glasses who was watching the monitors tells Yuri that he thought he saw a girl on the screen, just before it went blank. 'Thought? Bah!' Yuri replies, before announcing that he will get Boris and they will take a look down there. Yuri instructs the man with glasses to notify the Colonel that they are checking out a glitch.
Moments later, on the parking level, Yuri and Boris enter and see smoke everywhere. Yuri assumes that there must have been a circuit burn-out, and Boris suggests that next time they bring their own equipment from Leningrad. Yuri walks over to the camera and remarks 'Curious – it looks like it's been – shot!' just as Boris is suddenly shot in the black by three Widow's stings. The Black Widow reveals herself, leaping over some crates, straight towards Yuri. 'Lenin's ghost! It's the accursed Black Widow!' he calls out, before telling her that she must be insane to come here. 'Perhaps you're right, comrade. But not half as crazy as -' Natasha begins, as she slams her hand into Yuri, '- you to think you can stop me!' she concludes.
The Black Widow makes her way up a flight of stairs, deciding that if they follow procedure, control will send someone to search for the missing guards soon, so she must act swiftly, with no more mistakes. Natasha finds herself in some sort of living area, knowing that she has to find the control center, as that is the only way to locate Oksana without a room by room search. She opens a door, admitting to herself that every moment she wastes will increase her changes of being caught. As if on cue, she steps into the control room, where the operator wearing glasses holds a gun to her head and tells her to freeze, warning her that if she bats an eyelash he will kill her. He then instructs the Black Widow to return to the USSR to be tried and executed as the traitor that she is. 'You have betrayed us all!' he exclaims.
Wrong choice of words though, 'LIAR!' Black Widow shouts as she kicks the operator in the head, breaking his glasses and knocking him back into some monitors. Standing over him, Natasha admits that it angered her to be called a betrayer and wonders if it feels too close to the truth. She dares not let her emotions cloud her reasoning again, and starts to search the monitor system to find Oksana. After a few anxious moments, Natasha comes across the dance studio on level three, where she sees Oksana sitting in a wheelchair. To insure that she will be safe from prying eyes, Natasha fires her Widow's sting at the monitor, destroying it.
Quickly, Natasha stealthily makes her way through the Soviet Embassy, taking a route could follow as she climbs across ceilings, then, comes to a balcony to level three. She sees a maintenance man sweeping the balcony and feels sorry for him, but seconds later, she leaps up and onto the balcony, 'Forgive me, comrade, for what I must now do!' the Black Widow calls out as she startles the man, who recognizes her. 'You think me but a helpless victim, eh, spy?' the maintenance man asks, as he raises his broom, blocking the Black Widow's attack, he introduces himself as Igor Kulgarian, an Eastern Bloc martial arts champion for seven years – and that he is no easy prey. He throws the Black Widow against the railing, breaking some beams. 'You, on the other hand, will be child's play to dispatch!' Igor claims, but the Black Widow holds herself up and tells him that she happens to know a few moves herself. She adds that, unfortunately, she doesn't have time to waste sparring with him. 'So sleep well!' she exclaims as she suddenly strikes him repeatedly with her Widow's bite. Igor falls backwards, and Natasha tells him that, luckily for him, her bite was only set to stun.
With her heart pounding in her throat, the Black Widow approaches her former mentor in the dance studio. 'Hello? Who is there? I can hear someone!' Oksana calls out from her wheelchair, and Natasha realizes that the old woman is blind. 'Teacher – I have come to beg forgiveness!' Natasha responds, in Russian. 'Czarina! It warms my heart to hear your voice after all these years!' Oksana replies, asking Natasha to come closer. There is a momentary silence as Natasha kneels before the blind instructor. Oksana then tells Natasha that she should not have come, as she is in the gravest of danger. 'I don't care about that Madame Bolishinko... I've come to return this medallion to you' Natasha explains, crying, she holds the small token up, and tells the old woman that she has betrayed her trust in her, and her dedication in artistic prowess. 'This belongs to a true dancer – not someone like me' Natasha remarks.
'Poor child – you've misunderstood my intentions, haven't you?' Oksana asks, before telling Natasha that in Russia, she became what the party decided she would be – that she wasn't the first student she lost to the KGB recruiting program, and, she fears, not the last. Oksana tells Natasha that she was a great dancer, but that the Black Widow is respected and feared by the Kremlin – it is her true calling! 'I merely gave you the token because – I loved you, my dear' the old woman explains. Oksana tells Natasha that there are to be no more self-incriminations. 'Go and be as proud of yourself as I am' she declares.
Suddenly, though, a handsome blond man armed with a gun enters the dance studio. He points his weapon at Natasha and declares 'None of your tricks! One move and you're both dead'. Natasha narrows her eyes at him and tells him that he is bluffing. 'Try me' he replies, before walking over to them and tells the Widow that he thinks he should leave and not return. 'You're letting me go?' the Black Widow asks, surprised. Oksana tells Natasha to do as he demands, and adds that all her love goes with her. Oksana tells the Colonel that the Bureau will have his head for this. 'I know, Madame' the handsome man replies. Oksana calls him Sasha and tells him that he is a good boy, and makes her proud. As the Black Widow swings out into the now clear skies, Sasha smiles and tells Oksana that it was the least he could do. He holds up a small medallion around his neck and adds that he knows exactly how the Black Widow feels.