Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, just Kendra and anything else new.

Authors Note: This used to be titled At First Glance, my Hawkeye/OC, as I continued writing and bringing in Steve, there was a chemistry I didn't want to deny while writing the future stories. So I am revamping this universe. I hope you enjoy, besides, Clint got a family in the movies.

Just Wanted to Talk

Kendra Andrews was on edge as soon as she walked out of Stark Industries. She couldn't place it but she felt their presence before she could see the looming shadows that followed. Tugging her bag tight on her shoulder, she picked up her pace in the parking lot. There were at least 2 on her tail and 3 above her on the rooftops.

Stark had warned her this might happen. He told her now that SHIELD had decided to play watchdog over the company and that she needed to be careful. If they found out about her abilities, scratch that- of course they already knew about them.

Kendra was almost to her car when one of the agents made their mistake, if they had been watching her so closely you would think they would know that no one could ever sneak up on her. They tried their best though, but she was faster. Letting the strap of her bag fall, Kendra spun around quickly and wrapped the leather strap tight around the assailants arm, yanking them to the ground before they even had a chance to blink. Pulling out her gun from her back, Kendra unlocked the safety, pressing it to agents' head.

"Why are you following me?" Annoyance dropping from her words as she spoke.

The man below her, clearly not used to being in bounds struggled to break free, "Jesus Christ would you just-"

She pressed the gun harder against his temple, "I wouldn't try that. A bullet through the skull can ruin anyone's day." She quipped. Seemingly had enough, the man kicked his leg sideways; Kendra was knocked to the ground. Rolling over the pavement, he was quick enough to grab his gun from his leg holster and shoved her to the ground.

"You need to stay put." He whispered.

Kendra laughed, "Not likely."

Kendra butted his head and he fell back off her in pain. Trying to stand he focused enough to gain his target again. In a second she kicked herself up, propelled from her arms. When standing she held two pistols locked and loaded.

The agent focused his own weapon on the one pointed towards him and noticed the second gun pointed towards one of the parked vehicles, where his partner came slinking out from behind it.

"Kendra, my name is Natasha Romanoff," The woman said walking forward very slowly, "-and this is my partner Clint Barton." Nodding over to the man with his weapon trained on her. "Now, this isn't how it needs to happen. I need you to put down the weapon, we mean you no harm." She warned.

Kendra rolled her eyes, "You know. You aren't very convincing with a gun pointed at me."

"It's only a precaution" Natasha stated emotionless. "Put down the weapon, or we will be forced to put it down for you."

Kendra clicked her tongue, "Not exactly the thing you want to say to the person with a gun to your forehead. I'd hate to hurt that pretty face."

"Darling," Clint took a step forward, "We just want to talk."

"Talk?" Kendra asked in disbelief, she looked at Natasha, "You know, maybe it's your sniper teams on the roofs behind us or the fact you both want to shoot me. But I am kind of getting the feeling that talking is not an option. You guys did make a good play though; I was wondering how long it would take Spy man-" Kendra nodded to Clint. "- To make his move. You both have been on my ass the last two weeks."

"It's nothing personal." He commented quietly, finger on the trigger.

She raised her eyebrow, "Kind of seems personal to me Agent Barton. I'm not an idiot. I'll defend myself."

"You know how to use that weapon." Natasha questioned.

Kendra moved quickly and trained both guns on Natasha slowly, "Even from here I can't miss. By the time your buddy shoots me you'll have a nice clean hole through your skull."

Natasha felt unnerved by the woman in front of her.

"Not a pleasant feeling is it." McKenna sneered. Movement by Clint her had pistol back on him in a second.

He raised both his hands with pause, "I'm just lowering my weapon, see?" He set the gun on the ground slowly before stepping back with his hands once again raised. He looked towards his partner, "Natasha lower your weapon." He asked, eyes never leaving McKenna's.

"Clint!" Natasha hissed, "What are you-"

"I won't ask you again Natasha. Lower your god damn weapon before I lower it for you." Natasha lowered her gun and holstered it. Visibly angered by her partner.

"You need to make a decision sweetheart," Clint began, "Let's talk."

Kendra shrugged, "Maybe I don't want to talk. But if you insist, we could go inside. I'm sure Tony would like to chat about this as well. Ballsy isn't it."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "We both know Tony is hours away from getting here, even with his suit."

"I don't like being threatened, I take it you know what I can do?" Her body began to glow slightly. She gave them a wink "You should've warned your boys."

A man dropped behind her suddenly. Clint and Natasha stepped forward, both screaming "No!"

Kendra elbowed the man behind her. Clint and Natasha rushing them. When Natasha made a play for the women's wrist, she found herself flipped over and slammed the to the ground. Knocking the wind out of her. Sensing Clint behind her, Kendra braced when he grabbed her arm. With an angry cry she dropped her weapon and flipped him over as well, grabbing the knife from his vest and straddled his chest with his own blade inches from the jugular.

She couldn't read the look he had on his face very well. Though he looked very displeased.

"I just waned you to leave me alone." She whispered, "One cut here," She pressed the blade into this neck, "2 minutes. You'll be dead."

There was a sudden weight to her temple.

"So will you." Natasha whispered above her.

Well shit, Kendra thought. She had forgotten bout the redhead. Smiling, she raised her hands and dropped the knife. Natasha went to grab the women but she was quicker. Kendra raised her hands and put space between them.

"Alright, alright you two. What can I Say? You got me." The trio was swarmed from all sides, team members coming behind various cars and buildings that surrounded the parking lot. All guns trained and ready to fire.

Kendra felt a pulse of energy building up inside of her, this would be fun, and she had never taken out an entire squad before.

Ignoring Natasha. Clint stood up, lowered his weapon and brought Natasha down as well, "Damn it Kendra, we don't have to do this. We didn't come here to fight, we want to talk, like normal human beings."

Kendra let out a hearty laugh, "Oh no, the time for talking was last week. I'm special. But you folks at dear old SHIELD know that don't they." She stretched her neck back and forth as her eyes began to glaze over, a low white tint flooding her pupils. "I'm not some normal human being." She whispered.

Clint and Natasha brought back their guns before suddenly Kendra's eyes went wide. She fell to the ground unconscious. Behind her was Phil Coulson, tranquilizer in his hand. He stepped over the young women and walked towards his own agents, "It would do everyone a favor if the two of you would learn how to control a subject."

"But sir-" Natasha started. Coulson raised his hand holding the weapon up, stopping her.

"One dart. One shot. Very simple dynamic. You learn it in basic training."

He looked over his shoulder at the body in front of him. "Pick her up please agent Barton. Stark will be on his way very soon and we can't waste anytime."

Clint walked over to the girl and eased her into his arms.