A/N: Sooooooo, basically this is a story about my Superwhovengers OC, Maya Barton! I hope you like it!

The punching bag swung as I hit it over and over again.

"I'm sorry. Mom and Dad-"

Tears poured down my face. I kept throwing jabs and the blue bag, already slightly stained with blood.

I could feel my hair whipping against my back. Judging from the pain my knuckles were already bleeding.

"Hey, Tiger. What'd the bag ever do to you?" I turned around to see my way too overprotective brother standing in the doorway of the training room.

"Everything." I said grimly glaring at Clint. He just shook his head and looked at me with a smile creeping onto his face,

"Well, Fury wants You, Tasha, and I down in the hanger for some briefing on a new mission." I sighed not really ready for another mission. I nodded anyway though.

If you don't already know, my name is Maya Victoria Barton. I joined SHIELD about 7 months ago. I'm sister to "Hawkeye" and I kick ass 24/7.

I grabbed my towel from, the table next to me and wrapped it around my neck.

Then I started off for the, as Clint, Tasha, and I like to call it, the "Mission Room".

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" So let me get this straight, you're sending us out on a mission to shut down one of OUR bases?" The Hawk asked obviously confused.

"Yes. We believe there is an operative from an enemy in our lines. We need you to take him down and shut down the base in case there are any others." Fury replied to my brother.

Damn, even with one eye he can bore some pretty deep holes into your soul.

"You'll be leaving in an hour. Pack your stuff and get the hell out of here."

We nodded and headed to our rooms.

"I wonder what enemy base." Tasha said as we were walking.

"Probably Rising Tide." Replied Clint. I looked at him when he said that name. He get this look in his eyes like you see when your about to kill someone and the blood get's all over your hands and face. Then you hear their pathetic screams as you-

"Maya?" I looked up to see my brother staring down at me. "What are you thinking bout?" he asked worry clouding his blue eyes.

"Nothing." I told him thinking back to my earlier thoughts.

"Alright. Well here we are!" He exclaimed stopping in front of his door. " See you guys in the jet."

Now, A couple of months ago SHIELD got us a special jet made JUST for Tasha, Clint, and I. It has a room customed made for each of us, a kitchen with a pretty sweet bar. Then, there's the training rooms and generall lounging room.

Tasha and I kept walking until we got to my room. I told her goodbye and walked into my room.

I looked around at the mess. Book about things ranging from supernatural creatures to how to successfully torture someone, clothes thrown into a pile in a corner, and miscellaneous weapons scattered around the floor.

I grab a couple of suitcases out of my closet and set them on my bed. I packed some clothes and a few fancy dresses and heels just in case. Then I put in my AWESOME collection of boots. I had to take some out though, because they all didn't fit into my biggest suitcase. Finally I grabbed my ninja stars, throwing knifes, twin pistols, a machine gun, and a machete. I finished off by putting my sword into my hilt and throwing in over my shoulder.

Now I LOVE my sword. It had a black hilt with purple etchings running across it like a river. The handle was custom made to fit my grip and it's the PERFECT weight for me. But, my blade was the best. It was made of a substance that can cut through anything and block any bullet shot or blow thrown at it.

I grabbed my suitcases I walked down the halls and saw that all the agents staring at me.

I know they do this everyday when Clint's not around, but I don't care. They think since I'm "The Hawk's" little sister I get "special treatment". Take that, bitches.

When I reach the plane Clint and Tasha are already there waiting for me. Clint was lounging in one of the leather seats drinking a beer and Tasha was loading her pistol.

"Alright we should be arriving in about 7 hours so get comfortable agents." Coulson said coming in from the pilot's seat.

I sat down in a chair and began sharpening my sword.

"Why do you need so many bags?" Clint asked eyeing my 4 suitcases.

I sighed, annoyed that this was going to be the 6th time I told him my process.

"One bag for boots, one for dresses and heels, one for my normal clothes, and one for my weapons.''

"Oh." He said still staring at my bags and casting the jet into an awkward silence.

"Well, I'm gong to get some sleep before I have to go beat up some bad peoples, so see ya!" I yelled heading off for my room on the jet.

I walked in dropping my bags and fell onto my bed. Eventually I fell into a sleep full of bloody darkness.

Hope you liked it! I'll update as soon as possible, but I'm writing 3 stories at once so it's kind of hard. PLEASE REVIEW!