Little Tsu: Ok so...I might either pull this off as far as like the personalities go...orrr, I bomb at it. I've always been a huge Marvel fan & even though all of my stories have only been towards anime or video game categories, I felt compelled ta try my hand at this. Whether it goes anywhere beyond the first chap will be up ta you readers.

The reason behind my wantin' ta try this though is cause I love the Avengers movie very much, but...I felt that Hawkeye didn' get the amount of screentime that he truly deserved so this story will revolve mostly around him & his life as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, but also introduce an OC that I had created quite a while back.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

The Hawk And The Dragon

{Mount Olympus; Greece}

As a mountain range greatly notable within Greek Mythology as the home of the Twelve Olympians, those living within its vast sights grew up hearing stories and legends that surrounded it. However, despite the beliefs that the locals grew up around, none of it could've prepared them for the sight anyone saw early one morning before the sun was even beginning to rise. A dark spiral of clouds whirled around the peaks of the mountain range as thunder echoed distantly. Mere moments later, a flash of light shot through the center of the cloud spiral and crashed into one of the higher, snowcapped points, creating a cloud of rock, snow, and ice. No sooner that the beam of light appeared, that it vanished; taking the spiralling clouds with it as they dispursed.

{New York City; S.H.I.E.L.D HQ}

Within the Command Center, Director Fury and his technical operatives were hard at work in trying to figure out what the strange anomaly was that had suddenly caused their satelite radars to go off in an alarm. Stepping forward a few paces to the center of the room, Fury gazed out towards the large center screen that was giving readings from whatever it was that they suddenly detected. "Agent Coulson. Has the systems picked up on what caused our radars to go on full alert?"

Coulson turned his attention onto his boss and nodded his head lightly before having the technicians bring up the satelite feed on the large screens in front of them as they played the data that had been recorded. The feed was slightly staticed due to the radiation within the storm, but they had managed to catch the bright beam of flashing light before it vanished along with the scenery of where it had taken place. "It's rather static, but we believe that this is the same occurance that happened when the Asgardian, Thor came to Earth, sir."

"And do you believe that this is Thor? Or is it someone else? Because right now, I'm betting that it's something else entirely considering where that light flashed down. Now I'm no expert in geography, but I know for a fact that where that light hit was not anywhere within the United States."

"So what are you suggesting we do, sir? Call on the Avengers again?"

"Assembling the Avengers Initiative would take too long for this and we might miss our window of opportunity...Send out Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff. They're the best field agents we have for espionage missions. They are to leave right away and hopefully, they'll manage to find out who or what came with that light."

"Yes sir, right away." Agent Coulson then dismissed himself as he lifted a hand to his headset and contacted Barton and Romanoff, who were currently in the weapons training room. "Agent Barton. We have a mission for you and Agent Romanoff. Gather up your equipment and make sure you dress relatively warmly."

-"Where exactly are you sending us and for what reason?"-

"We're sending the two of you to Greece...Or rather, more specifically, Mount Olympus. Our satelite feed picked up on an anomaly that occurred there half an hour ago and we think that it was someone or something using the Bifrost. We don't think that it's Thor or his friends from Asgard since it's highly unlikely that they would land out there."

-"Understood sir. We'll leave immediately. Barton, out."-

{Hour later}

Landing the Quinjet safely upon the mountainous and snowy terrian, Clint shut down the engines after lowering the platform in the back. Stepping out, both agents were in their usual mission attire, but had cloaks draped around their shoulders and neck. Glancing around at their snowy surroundings, Clint adjusted his quiver that held his supply of arrows on his back while his collapsible Recurve Bow was safely rested against the back of his shoulder next to his quiver for quick access if needed. "Well, lets get this started 'Tasha. I spotted the crater that the light made about half a kilometer north of our current location." Seeing his occassional partner nod her head lightly in compliance, they began to make their trek up the mountainside.

As they finally managed to make it to where the crater was, the older man peered within it, only to spy something was indeed at the bottom of it. "Looks like whatever it was is still here, but by the looks of it, it's not moving." Thinking for a moment, Clint brought his gaze onto Natasha and nodded his head lightly. "I'm going down there. Stay put and back me up if this thing suddenly strikes out." Before he could even let his partner attempt to argue on this, he was already sliding smoothly down the slight slope that the crater had made. Upon halting at the bottom, Clint carefully made his way over to the center where the snow had already covered a good portion of whatever had come down with the Bifrost. However, the closer he got, the more he began to realize that it wasn't a 'thing', but a someone. Slowly kneeling down before the mystery being, he reached out and brushed some of the snow away that was concealing them. Once done, his crystal blue eyes seemed to widen a fraction in surprise at the sight before him. "I don't think Director Fury expected this..."

Laying there in the snow was what looked like an eighteen-year-old girl of a rather short stature. Her long, silky hair was splayed out all around her in a lavender curtain and her attire was almost Asgardian in style, but possessed what looked like amethyst gems and teal scale looking plates. Their eyes were currently closed and by the occasional frosty breath that escaped past their barely parted lips, their breathing was labored and she was most definately unconscious. Shaking his head lightly to clear his thoughts, Clint straightened up in his knelt position and glanced up and over his shoulder. "'Tasha, the light landed what looks like a young girl here, but she's completely out cold and by the looks of things, injured too!"

"We better get her back to Headquarters then and put her under servailance untill we can figure out who she is. You think she's from Asgard?" Watching as Clint hoisted the body carefully into his arms in a bridal position, she shifted faintly on her feet as she made sure to keep a close eye on the unconscious girl in her partner's arms. After all, even though she looked human enough save for the hair color, she came here via Bifrost so that definately meant she was extraterrestrial and not merely a mutant. When Clint arrived at the top of the crater, Natasha managed to get a much better look at the girl as she spied the cuts and bruses that marred what bit of skin was visible. "I'll fly us back so you can keep a watchful eye on her. We can't have her waking up and possibly attacking while we're heading back." With an understanding nod from Clint, Natasha headed back to where they had landed their Quinjet with the male right behind her so that they could make their way back home.

{S.H.I.E.L.D HQ}

Word had been sent back to Headquarters about their findings out on Mount Olympus and had already gotten the confinement chamber that they had redesigned to even hold beings like Thor and Loki ready upon their arrival back to base. As the door slid open, Agent Barton walked down the slight hall to where the tank was and walked around it to where the entrance to it was. Agent Coulson and Director Fury were already in the room and had been awaiting their return so when they saw what was within their fellow agent's arms still unconscious, they were actually a bit surprised by the fact that it was what looked like a young girl. Of course the Director had managed to keep a straight, stern expression so only Coulson's eyes had actually widened a bit in his surprise.

Stepping into the glass chamber after he managed to type in the access code to get in, Clint walked over to the simple bed that looked more like something from the army, and gently layed her down upon it. Once his arms were free again, the marksman narrowed his eyes faintly as he studied the girl more closely now for a moment before the voices outside of the chamber snapped him out of it. Turning his back on the mysterious creature, he left the chamber and closed up the door as it automatically locked behind him. That was when he finally turned his attention onto his commander. "Sir, what exactly do you plan to do with the girl? I understand that she's from another world, but despite being unconscious currently, she hardly looks dangerous."

"It's not good to underestimate a potential threat simply due to the way they appear Agent Barton. You know this as well as I do that mere appearances can be very deceiving. Do not let your gaurd down around her, are we clear on this?" When Clint nodded his head in confirmation, Director Fury brought his hands to rest loosely against his lower back before speaking once more. "Good. Once she awakens, make sure to inform me and keep me posted on her activity within the chamber. I'm giving you the assignment of keeping watch on this extraterrestrial Agent Barton since you have the best eyes." With that said, he made his way out of the expansive room with Agent Coulson right behind him along with Agent Romanoff, though she had stayed put for a moment or two longer to stare at her partner; wondering if he would actually be capable of doing this or if he'd go easy on the girl like he had with her the day he was supposed to eliminate her as part of his mission back from before she decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

Watching his director and fellow agents leave the room, Clint surveyed his surroundings a moment before nimbly leaping up and climbing to the rafters so that he could watch her better through the glass ceiling, yet also stay hidden from view within the shadows. While seated there with a leg propped up so his knee was bent and a folded arm rested upon said knee, thoughts began to filter through his head as he watched the unconscious form below him. He knew that Fury was right. He also knew all too well that underestimating any possible enemy simply based on appearance alone could get you into trouble as it had happened a few times to some of the other agents that he had to save during missions. However, no matter how many times he tried to convince himself that she was dangerous and a currently unknown extraterrestrial, he couldn't shake the feeling that she couldn't possibly be a threat...At least not to them anyways...

A few hours had passed since he positioned himself within the rafters when the girl finally began to move a bit. Casting his sharp crystal blue eyes onto the girl, he watched her closely as she stirred a bit more before seeming to flinch slightly with the movements as if her muscles hurt. However, from the cuts and bruses that was still on her, he wouldn't be surprised if that were, in fact, the case. It was only when her eyes finally began to open slowly, that he seemed to become a tiny bit more curious in the small girl. Her sharp eyes almost seemed to glow as they were an almost mesmerizing shade of gold; something he'd never seen before save for a few mutants that he had come across in his line of work and even then he knew most mutants didn't have such a color. Snapping out of his thoughts, his eyes narrowed slightly in a studying manner as he watched her slowly push herself up into a sitting position and twist around so that her legs rested over the edge of the bed and her feet touched the ground.

The young looking girl carefully pushed herself up onto her feet to stand, staggering a bit as she took a step, before glancing around when her vision came fully into focus. Knitting her brows slightly in confusion towards where she was, she soon took note that she had unconsciously retracted her true appearance into hiding within her body when she had made contact with the ground with such an impact. Closing her eyes gently, she allowed slanted back white horns with teal scaled plates like on her armor to cover her ears like protective coverings. However, that wasn't all that appeared upon her as large white wings with a lavender membrane and three sickle styled claws each on the top of her wings to sprout out of her back slowly and extend to their full length in a stretch as well as a long, whip-like tail with a triple axe tip to suddenly lash leasurely behind herself. Both had the same teal scaled platings on them as her horns and armor.

Sighing softly to herself in relief towards having her draconic features out once again, she soon tensed up slightly as she felt the presence of someone in the room with her. Carefully scanning the room that the chamber she was in was contained in, she finally looked up into the rafters. She couldn't see whoever it was, but she definately sensed them as she locked her gaze right on where they were. "I know you are there...Come down and desist spying on me." There was silence following her strangely whimsical tone for a moment before finally she heard shifting with her accute hearing and finally the hidden figure gracefully manuvered themself down to the ground bellow. Slowly walking over to the wall of the circular glass chamber, the girl tilted her head slightly to the side in faint confusion and curiosity. "Who are you?...Why am I here and exactly what is this contraption that you have me contained inside of?"

Stepping a bit closer to the chamber, Clint crossed his well defined arms over his chest as he listened to the girl speak. He had honestly not even remotely expected her to have such an strange appearance, but then again, he had to admit that she was far better to look at than those Chitauri that had attacked and destroyed practically half of New York City with Loki a few month ago. She still looked much younger than himself appearance wise, but he had learned that those from other worlds could live hundreds of thousands of years longer than humans. "You know, it's common courtesy here on Earth to introduce yourself before. However, as to where you are and why you're in there,..." Clint nodded his head faintly to the chamber she was in as he said the last word. "you're in S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters down in the lowest sector of it. The chamber you're in is to contain any hostile enemies that we capture so I suggest you not try to break out. It's strong enough to hold even Thor and his so called brother, Loki."

"Thor and Loki...?...You mean this thing was built to hold Asgardians and other worldly beings that are not from Midgard?" Creasing her brows again in confusion towards this, she lifted a delicate hand to rest against the glass before glancing around herself momentarily before shifting her gaze back up towards the human before her. He was quite a bit larger than her in comparison now that he was close enough. He must've been at least twice her overall size in build and over a foot taller since she stood at a mere 4'8 or so in height. As she studied him for a few seconds longer, she finally spoke up once more. "My name is Aasterinian, but...my tribe had called me Alister for short since my name is not the simplist to pronounce for other races."

"Alright...So you're name is Alister and you're definately not from this world judging by your appearance. On top of that, you traveled here through the Bifrost. What are you exactly and why are you here on Earth? What are your motives?" Now he was getting more serious as he began his interrigation on the girl before him. She seemed confused about her entire situation at hand, but other than that, she seemed at least cooperative with him and he could tell she hadn't lied yet despite having only introduced herself thus far.

"I'm a Malakete, a nomadic race that drifted from one world to the next via the Bifrost, thus the reason behind us receiving the nickname 'Jumper'. We had no set home world like the rest of the races did so we were merely drifters with high magical properties. However, I was unfortunate to be born without any magic and what 'magic' I do have within me are merely illusion based from what my father had informed me, but that magic lies dormant still inside of me." Tilting her head down a bit to gaze at the ground, her golden depths seemed to narrow faintly in concentration as if trying to remember something. It was then that she spoke again. "I...don't fully know what I'm doing here on Midgard. My kind were caught up in the middle of a war on the world we had been visiting at the time and...there was a lot of death...My people tried to defend themselves and escape, but...I was the only one to get away with my life. I was knocked into the portal and sent spiraling through the Bifrost." Shaking her head lightly to clear her thoughts and try to ignore the headache that was beginning to come on, Alister slowly brought her gaze back up to lock with the strange human's crystal blue eyes. "I...guess this world was where the Bifrost landed me..."

Nodding his head lightly as he took all of this in carefully, Clint knew that he would have to leave for now so that he could report in on everything she had just told him. The amount of information she had given him had been quite the amount, but she didn't seem to be lying about any of it. Director Fury, Agent Coulson, and possibly the majority of the Avengers would most likely tell him not to believe every word she said and that she could be hiding her true motives behind an innocent front, but he could just tell. The look of honest confusion and sense of loss in her gaze told him that she wasn't lying about any of this. "Well, I need to go and report in to my superiors. I'll be back later with something to eat for you since I'm pretty sure you're hungry after that sort of ordeal..." With that, Clint turned away to leave the room. However, as he made it halfway to the exit, he halted as she called out to him.

"Um...wait, please? I...You didn't tell me your name in return..."

Glancing behind himself at Alister from over his shoulder, he saw that she had followed him from within her chamber and was standing there on the other side of the glass with her hands against the glass wall and gazing at him intently. "Name's Clint Barton. I'll see you again soon Alister." With an ever so faint smirk, clint faced the front once more and left the room; the doors sliding shut automatically behind him.

To Be Continued.

Little Tsu: Well,...possibly anyways. What did ya'll think? As I said up top, this is my first time even attemptin' somethin' like this that isn' video game or anime so hopefully it didn' turn out too bad & that I didn't completely botch up the characters' personalities or the manner that they speak...x.x"