Hey guys I'm back! It's taken me forever, but for this story, I'm going back to the original formal the first story was like, so just continuous mission for STRIKE Team Delta. Now we have this mission, and I hope y'all are ready! Note: I do not own the continent of Africa, the country of Kenya, any airports, or anything. Also, I'm just able to use google translate, so I'm not really good with languages.

Well, I hope you guys enjoy, and please please review!

"Ugh, I hate airports," Clint complained as he dragged his and Natasha's suitcase behind him. Natasha powered people lined up at fast food restaurants, trying to get that last bite to eat before getting on their plane. Clint struggled to keep up behind her with all the bags.

"You survived a fifteen hour flight, Barton. You can survive twenty minutes more to find the exit." Natasha quipped and looked down at her map again. The Jomo Kenyatta International airport is the largest airport in Kenya, and they just happened to fly into it at the busiest time of the year. Who knew October was one of the craziest month? Her map showed that the exit should just be around the corner, but when they turned, they were met by a mob of people that just excited a bus.

The duo were stuck there for a moment as the swarm of people surrounded them and walked past, leaving the exit wide open. Quickly they walked into through the sliding doors, and out into the shining sun and blasting heat.

Clint groaned, "Ugh, I forgot how hot it gets here." Natasha turned around and glared at him behind her sunglasses.

"Can you not complain for two minutes?" She asked jokingly and Clint shook his head. Natasha rolled her eyes, and scanned the roads for a bus heading to Nairobi. A couple seconds later, she spotted one and waved it down.

Slowly, the bus rumbled down to the side of the road and it's creaky doors opened. Natasha walked up the steps and greeted the driver in Swahili.

"Sawa, is this bus going to Nairobi?" The bus driver nodded, and Natasha walked towards the back of the bus. The bus driver stepped out and helped Clint get the bags into the bottom of the bus, where he was struggling to open the door. Together they walked back onto the bus, and the doors shut behind them.

Clint moved to go back and sit with Natasha, when a firm hand grabbed his shoulder. He tensed, ready for a fight, but turned around to see the bus driver, a hand out and waiting impatiently. Clint knew what he wanted.

Clint pulled out a crumpled up five dollar bill, hoping that was enough for bus fare, and the driver nodded and said, "Asante."

Clint might have been rusty on his Swahili, but he knew 'thank you' in lots of languages. He pushed through the rest of the people on the bus and sat down next to Natasha just as the driver started to pull away.

"Didn't know you knew Swahili." Clint said nonchalantly, only showing the slightest notion that he was impressed.

Natasha smiled. "There's a lot of things you don't know about me." She answered in Swahili.

Clint grinned, accepting the challenge. "Don't test me, I may be rusty, but I know Swahili too." He paused, as if he was searching for something. "I know you already know Spanish, French, and Italian, I know them too. But what about this one?" He asked in another language.

Natasha snorted. "Japanese, too easy. I spent a year in Japan, I can speak like a native." She switched languages again. "How about some Polish?"

Clint nodded and returned in Polish, "Yep, had some neighbors once that were Polish, they taught me."

"How many languages do you know in total?" Clint asked in Arabic. Natasha paused for a moment, as if she was counting.

"Fluent in ten, can get by in four more." She said in English, dropping all the languages.

Clint whistled. "Dang. I'm fluent in eight, and can also get by enough in eight."

Natasha nodded, and opened her mouth to say something, before the bus abruptly stopped caused by the driver slamming on the brakes. Clint and Natasha slammed forwards, only catching themselves with their hands on the guard rail in front of them.

"What was that?" Clint said, looking around.

The air was immediately filled with the sound of gunfire, mixed with the screaming bus passengers. The bus rocked back and forth, and Natasha looked out the window to see men with masks on shaking the bus.

"Kifo," Natasha muttered under her breath as her hands braced herself.

Clint looked at her confused. "Death? Who are they?"

Natasha hurried to explain, "Kifo is a local gang that terrorizes the towns, they are wanted to murder, espionage, armed robbery, kidnappings, almost anything."

Clint sighed and rolled his eyes. "And of course, we bump into them. This day's just getting better and better."

Also, other note, Kifo is not a real thing, as far as I know, I just looked up a word and used it. So yeah, moral of the story, I literally don't know anything. At all. So, please review, and goodnight!