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He had always known it would end like this. Well, maybe he hadn't planned out this exact scenario, but he had figured it would be something pretty damn close.

His knees ached where they pressed against the cold cement and his thigh was on fire from the bullet sunk deep within it. His wrists were raw against the plastic that held them, but at least the blindfold seemed to staunch the blood from the wound to his temple.

The click of the safety signaled the end.

"Miss me?" Natasha asked after what sounded like an impressive and timely rescue.