It's been a long time since I discovered my parents were working for S.H.I.E.L.D. I remember when I was seven, when I realized that they had never told me where they worked. I snuck into the back of the car before they left. When we finally stopped I had waited a few minutes after they got out to follow. I was amazed by what I saw. Six helicopters surrounded where we were parked. My parents got on the one farthest right. I tried sneak on there with them, but it took off before I got there. I panicked, I mean, I panicked really bad. I was, after all, a seven year-old girl who's parents just flew away on a helicopter. I guess I didn't realize what I was doing and snuck on to another one. I had no idea if I was going to fly to the same place, but it was one of those things you did when you were scared.
Of course, I didn't exactly make it out clean forever. For awhile I was small enough to sneak around undetected. But the older I got, the bigger and clumsier I got, too. So by the time I was 13, I wasn't very stealthy anymore. So one weekend, I was getting into the helicopter I usually do, when I knocked over some boxes in he back. There was no hiding that from the pilot.
"What the?" The pilot turned around right before he was getting ready to take off.
Why couldn't we have been in the air? I thought. We had to be landed, didn't we?
The pilot traveled to where I was at, saw me, and had an arrow point aimed at my head.
"Woah! Don't kill me!" I stayed right where I was at, I wasn't stupid enough to jump up and get an arrow in my head.
"Who are you with? What are you looking for, who are you looking for?" He never moved a muscle, he seemed completely determined to keep me where I was at.
"I'm not a spy or anything, I swear," my voice squeaked bad! I wasn't even sure if he could make out what I was saying. "I found out my parents worked here a few years ago, I've been sneaking on here for awhile, never taken anything, never messed anything up. I was just interested in what they were doing." There was no use in hiding anything, I'd probably get killed if I did.
"Who're your parents then?"
"Astin and Blaise. The weaponry reseachers." He lowered his bow, and look at me intently.
"Why should I believe you?"
"I've been sneaking on to this same plane for six years, and nothing has ever happened to you."
"Six years?" He looked pretty surprised. Of course, he did just realize the a little girl had been sneaking onto a huge, secure organization helicopter for six years. Not something you usually come across everyday.
"Yeah." I was worried this would get me into major trouble, so what he said next surprised me.
"That's awesome! How old are you even?"
"Thirteen."
"Wow. Well anyway, I''m Clint Barton, but if you want to you can call me-"
"Hawkeye. I know. I've heard you called that before. I'm Sigyn."
"Alright then, well I've gotta get going, we can keep this little transportation deal between us, and you don't have to hide back here anymore."
"OK. Great."
"We went to the front of the helicopter and took off. I'd no longer have to worry about getting to the helicarrier now, but I hoped no one else would discover me.