Ron had been laying low for weeks, trying to avoid any attention from S.H.I.E.L.D. He had stopped practicing his Deadshot Skills and had gone back to his normal routine. But despite his best efforts, Ron couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched.
One evening, as Ron was watching TV, he heard a knock on the door. He hesitated for a moment, wondering who it could be. Ron wasn't expecting any visitors.
He cautiously made his way to the door and peered through the peephole. To his surprise, he saw Natasha Romanoff standing outside. Ron's heart skipped a beat as he opened the door.
"Natasha, what are you doing here?" Ron asked, trying to sound calm.
"I need to talk to you, Ron," Natasha replied, her expression serious. "May I come in?"
Ron hesitated for a moment before stepping aside to let Natasha in. She walked into the living room, her eyes scanning the area.
"What's this about?" Ron asked, trying to hide his curiosity.
"I've been watching you, Ron," Natasha said, her voice low. "I know about your... abilities. And I think you might be in danger."
Ron's eyes widened as he realized what Natasha was implying. "What kind of danger?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Natasha hesitated before answering. "There are people who would love to get their hands on someone with your skills. And I'm not just talking about S.H.I.E.L.D."
Ron's mind was racing with questions. Who were these people? And what did they want with him? But before he could ask any questions, Natasha dropped a bombshell.
"I'm here to offer you protection, Ron. But you have to be willing to work with me."
Ron was taken aback. Work with Natasha Romanoff? What did that even mean? But as he looked into her eyes, Ron knew that he had no choice. He had to trust her.