Alex woke with a gasp, she looked around her, and she was safe in SHIELD in her bed. She looked at her clock. It was 3:49 in the morning. She sighed. This was her first nightmare in three weeks. It still haunted her, the scared look on her victims face, the cold one after. She couldn't get the number out of her head, 421, 421 innocent people died because she needed something to do. She couldn't handle it anymore. Alex pulled on appropriate clothing and headed out the door towards a room far too familiar to her. He opened it on the first knock and invited her in.

"Hey Clint" she whispered,

"Hey Alex, which one this time"

"352" inside Alex's sick head she remembered every name and what number she killed. She couldn't shake them. Clint shook his head,

"Where do you want to go" he asks calmly, Alex knows he's tired.

"The range would be nice" the pair walked out to the shooting range and Alex picked up her favorite weapon; a small crossbow that was a gift from Clint's girlfriend Natasha. It has an infinite amount of bullets thanks to Stark Technologies. Alex fires six rounds into the heads of the six dummies easily. Then she tries one handed, doesn't miss, she tries running, jumping, flipping, progressing her training harder and harder. Clint watches from the back. At 7 in the morning Alex stops, the other recruits are coming in. Alex leaves. Clint left at 6 for a meeting. Alex wades into her room careful not to draw to much attention to herself. She spends the rest of the morning drinking coffee and cleaning her gun.


Bye noon she has cleaned her gun twice. She sets it down and looks at her calendar. "Get partner at 1" it says. 'Crap' Alex thinks. She showers and changes into something more appropriate and checks her clock. Half an hour until she finds out who her partner is, she is far to advance for group work, but doesn't do well alone so starts ruling off people. By the time she is done she still has no clue who her partner is going to be. She leaves for Director Coulson's office and finds herself the only on there. 'Am I early?' she checks her watch. No, the meeting was at 1, its 12:58. Like he can read her mind Coulson says,

"You're not late Wild, if anything you're special" Alex looks at him.

"Sir, I am afraid I don't quite understand"

"Well, Agent Wild, your specific skillset is far too advanced to be placed on a team. So we had someone from a different base come in to be your partner."

"Is this person here?"

"Yes, he's fashionably late" said a new voice. Alex spun around, the man was tall, blue eyed, had brown hair, and was well handsome. He looked casual but ready to strike at any moment. He advanced towards her "hey, I'm Kip Cadwell, good at a little bit of everything, mainly batons."

"Hey, I'm Kip Cadwell, good at a little bit of everything, mainly batons" Kip said smoothly. The girl was gorgeous, she had deep brown hair and dark green eyes that looked like they could be your best friend one minute, and drop you the second. Kip stretched his hand out. She took it.

"Alex Wild, SPECIALIST in a little bit of everything, mainly Crossbows," Kip couldn't help but smile at the drip of pride coming from the girls tone. They would get along just fine.

Coulson interrupted "as much as I would like to see you two figure each other out, I have to get to work."

"Yes, Sir" Alex said from his left. Kip followed Alex out of the office and down the halls. She was pointing things out to him without turning around. When they finally stopped they had reached a large room that looked like a training room except for the fact that nobody else was in it.

"Hey Alex, where is everyone?" Kip asked confused.

"Oh, this is a private training room for me and some buddies" she swung herself effortlessly up onto a set of swinging bars and pulled something out of her pocket. It extended into a small crossbow as she yelled. "Watch out!" Kip watched in amazement as she set round after round into the dummies over 50 yards away never missing once as she flipped herself up the bars. She stood on the tallest one and yelled "KIP!" Kip barely had enough time to dodge as a crossbow bolt came down at him. Alex was smiling while balancing on a beam no wider than an inch. Kip got up and reached towards the small of his back for his batons.

"Looking for these?" Alex yells holding up a pair of batons, his batons.

"How the hell did you get those?" he yelled back,

"You should really pay attention to who goes in the door first. Kip thinks back to the entering the training room, he went first. Kip charges full speed at a ladder that would get him to the top beam, but Alex was already on the ground by the time he realized it. She handed him his batons stuck her crossbow in her pocket, smirked and said "I have been looking for a good spar lately. Kip smiled and charged. He slammed his baton down and missed as Alex was already behind him with a fist coming for his back. He spun and swung his baton at her face. Alex grabbed the baton and held on. Kip attacked with his other baton aiming for her legs. Alex jumped and used the leverage on his arm to swing hard for his head. Figuring this Kip jabbed upwards with his free baton and thought he had a solid hit on her back. Alex spun in the air as the baton went right next to her. Now Kip was holding her. Alex grabbed the free baton so now she had both and leaped off of Kip kicking backwards as she did nailing him in the chest. The momentum caused Kip to lose grip on his batons. Now both were in Alex's possession. Kip runs towards Alex dropping into a baseball slide knocking her off of her feet. Alex slams into the mat hard and rolls as Kip's boot comes down. She takes this moment to slam one of the batons into his knee collapsing it. She rolls on top of him and holds a baton against his throat. They both know the fight is over.


After a month of sparring and general questions Kip asks "so tell me about your past, I don't need the uncomfortable stuff, just you know, the general idea."

Alex responds "okay, well I was born on a small farm. At the age of five my parents were killed in a drive by. I bounced from orphanage to orphanage until I was eight, then I uh took a turn for the worst. I went to gangs and picked up a name for myself. By the age of 13 I was a leading spy for the bad guys, hacked governments, and wreaked havoc, by 17 I had a list of 421 innocent people I had killed, or helped kill." Alex felt tears coming and new Kip could see them too. She continued, "In my darkest moment I was found by Clint and Natasha, they took me to shield were I could have a second life. I took that opportunity and here I am at 24 having saved 287 people slowly getting to the number; hoping to surpass it." Kip looked at me,

"You didn't have to tell me all of it."

"I know, but being partners I figured that was a start to trust." And Alex believed that, she was more unwilling to trust someone than a donkey yet something about him, about Kip made her just trust immediately.

Kip started with his own story, "mine isn't that complicated. I lived a normal life, joined the marines at 16 with fake papers, was in until I was 20, Shield pulled me out and put me in their program and five years later I'm here." Alex nodded and looked at the time. 11:38,

She yawned and said "I better get to sleep" and stood up from the little bench they were sitting on. As she left she heard Kip say "Alex?"

She responded "Yeah Kip" she had her eyes closed from exhaustion. The next second she was wrapped in a tight comforting hug.

"It's okay, everything is okay" Alex wrapped her arms around his lean frame and smiled. When the hug was done the agents split paths. Alex headed to bed, Kip to the showers.


WELCOME! Hey, this is my first story so reviews would be GREAT! this story will end up being a spinoff of what Clint/Hawkeye and Natasha/Black Widow have. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I do!