Irelands P.O.V

Hawkeye had throw his bow and arrows off to the side, I had done the same with the gun. I still had one on the back of my pants. I noticed Hawkeye didn't gave a gun, or any other weapon on him. "Okay, what do you want?" Hawkeye said, taking a step towards me. "Help." I said.

A car zipped past behind me. "Help with what?" He asked. "Not just me, the winter solider too. Bucky. We need your help." I said. "I can't help you with that. The winter solider is wanted, and has been for years. The only thing we can do for him is to arrest him." He explained. I held my hands behind my back and took a step forward as I grabbed the gun, we were about 4 feet from each other.

When he realized what I was doing he went for his bow and arrows. I pulled the trigger as I whispered "I'm sorry..." I hit him in the shoulder with the bullet then pulled the trigger again. This time on shot him on the left side, I pulled it one more time. I shot him in the leg, same place he put an arrow threw me so many times. He collapsed on to the ground, a foot from his bow. I dropped the gun and ran back to the car. I went to the area were I got it.

I went back into the forest to find Bucky, I spotted Natasha first. She was heading back to the car. I ducked down out of sight, as she pasted by. "Bucky!" I called out, after she drove away. "Hello. Wait where's that archer?" He asked, after jumping out of a tree. "I shot him a couple times. He said all he could do for you was arrest you." I explained.

Natasha's P.O.V

I lost sight of the solider, so I headed back to the car, to go see what happened to the other S.H.E.I.L.D. car that was suppose to be picking Clint up. When I arrived, I jumped out of the car and saw the car had been burned, I walk around the back of it, then heard Clint. I looked around trying to find him. I walked to the edge of the road, when I spotted him laying on the grass in the ditch. "CLINT!" I yelled, running down to see him. When I reached him I realized he had been shot at least 3 times. "Clint." I said again, he started to mumble something "shesaidshewassorry... why...why'd shedoit." "Clint, who did this?" I asked. Again he started mumbling to himself. "Itscold. I'mcold." He slowly started to close his eyes.

As I looked at him struggling to keep his eyes from closing, I realized he didn't no I was here. I waved my hand in front of his eyes he looked over at me, then started to close his eyes again. "Clint don't close your eyes keep them opened." I said. He closed his eye, I waited a second for them to open again, they didn't. I looked him over seeing if he had been shot anywhere else. Shot in the leg, on the left side, and in the shoulder were the first 3 I spotted. I looked closer and he had been shot at close to his ear, there was a small bullet mark below his ear. It was proble the reason why he couldn't hear me.