Hi everyone! So this is actually an idea i had a while ago. I wrote the first couple of chapters on a different account I shared with a friend, but I didn't like it at all so I took it down and am going to try and rewrite it with a different plot, but same characters. I will be posting it here on this account from now on. I will try and update as often as possible, shooting for 2-3 times a month, but I am really sorry if I end up posting less. I also apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

I hope you guys like this story!

Enjoy!

Prologue- Part 1

A single ray of sun rudely shinned down onto the brunette who slept in the bed. Her slumber was so light that the single ray was all it took to wake her up. The room was dark except for the one light that peeked through the curtain and onto her face. Letting out a small grumble, she rolled over and faced the man who laid in the bed, he was still sleeping peacefully. His chest rose up and down in an even rhythm. The clock on the bedside table caught her eye. 6:43am. Sighing, she laid her head on the mans chest and closed her eyes. Her movement made the man stir slightly and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Hey." he mumbled to her, his voice raspy from sleep. She smiled and mumbled in response.

"It's almost seven."

"Mmmm. So?" His eyes were still closed, and he drew out his words slightly.

"We have the briefing at seven fifteen."

"Briefing smeafing. We just got back from an op-" he turned and looked at the clock, "four hours ago. Cant we skip just this one?" He was almost whining. Her smile widened and she let out a sleepy laugh.

"I wish. But you know we cant." She rolled off his chest and onto her back, laying next to him. "You should be getting back to your room." Her comment was met by an audible sigh from him. "Or would you rather he found out." She added. The last comment seemed to motivate him, as he pushed the covers off and started to sit up out of bed. She shifted on to her side and propped her head up with her elbow, watching him as he slowly got out of bed. He wore only his boxers, and from her view she could see the newly dressed, white bandage that was taped on his shoulder. A small amount of blood had seeped through, causing a small mark of red in the middle of the white bandage.

"Where the hell are my pants?" He grumbled. A small laugh escaped from her lips as she pointed towards a corner of the room where his clothes were strewn on a chair. He padded across the room and grabbed his black jeans, pulling them on. After, he grabbed his black t-shirt and put it on. He turned towards her and held out his hands to his sides.

"How do I look?" He asked.

"The same as you did when you came in through the rafters last night." She stretched slightly, then swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up.

"I'll take that as a good thing."

"You do that, Hawkeye." She drew out his codename, poking fun at it. He walked towards her and put a hand on either side of where she sat. He kissed her once, then started leaning in and slowly pushing her back down on the bed.

"You only say it like that cuz you're jealous you don't have a cool name." He said it in a quiet, but playful tone. They now laid in the bed, her on the bottom and him propped above her. Before he was able to react she grabbed his hands that were keeping him up, and twisted them around. He fell to the side and she quickly rolled on top of him. From her new position on top she lowered herself down slightly and whispered in his ear,

"Maybe I don't have one because I don't need to compensate." She smirked.

"I don't know if you're referring to me using a bow as a primary weapon, or something else... either way that comment was mean!" He shook his head, a playful pouting look formed on his face.

"Oh get over it Hawkeye." She pushed herself off of the bed, then walked over to a small dresser in the corner of the room. After opening one of the drawers and searching inside it for a moment she pulled out jeans and a black shirt, then quickly got dressed.

"Oh look at that. We match. How cute." Clint said as he pulled her into a hug from behind. She laughed and twisted around, wrapping her hands under his arms and laying her head on his chest.

"You should really be getting back to your room. The briefing is in," she looked over at the clock. "twelve minutes."

"Yeah yeah." He pulled away from her, grabbed the chair that was against the wall and dragged it to the middle of the floor. After positioning it correctly he jumped up onto it and reached up to the ceiling, where he pushed open the vent to the air duct, then pulled himself up and disappeared into the ceiling. Just as she thought he was gone, he swung his torso and head down from the ceiling abruptly using his legs to keep him hanging.

"Emily, I almost forgot." His sudden movement made her jump.

"What is it you child?" She walked up to where he hung upside down, their heads level with each other.

"I love you." He said, quieter then his usual tone. Emily was taken aback. Neither of them had ever voiced aloud their feelings like that. She remained quiet for several seconds, too shocked to respond. Clint noticed her silence, obviously taking it as her response. A small look of disappointment, and regret, crossed over his face, and he was about to pull himself back up into the vents before she was able to reply, but as he started moving she grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, pulling him into a long, deep, and also upside down, kiss.

"I love you too you dork." She said quietly after pulling away. Neither of them could hide their smiles. Without saying another word Clint pulled himself back up into the air ducts, pulling the small grate back over the hole and separating her room from the vents. She shook her head and walked across her small room and into the bathroom, where she turned on the tap and grabbed her toothbrush from the counter. Was her and Clint's relationship breaking the rules? Yes. If anyone ever found out would they get suspended and assigned new partners? Definitely, but for once, she found herself not caring. For once all of these things that she was always so worried about weren't bothering her. She really did have feelings for Clint, feelings she'd never really felt towards anyone before.

After finishing in the bathroom, she made her way to the door of her room, grabbing her leather jacket and slipping her arms into it before walking out the door. The door led into the hall of one of the newly built SHIELD training facilities. Trainee agents walked through the halls holding bags, books, and files that had the SHIELD emblem on them. Most of the files had the words 'level 1' written on them, signifying the lowest levels of security clearance. Usually her and Clint weren't stationed at a base like this, but recent information of a rogue assassin had brought them here.

She closed the door to the room she was staying in and locked the door, then started walking down the hall. Some of the trainees upon seeing her nodded at her respectfully, while others avoided her eye contact, whispering to each other. These occurrences made her laugh to herself and she had to admit, being in a place where everyone respected, but also feared you, was definitely boosting her ego. Clint's voice sounded as he walked up next to her,

"Hey Em, here's the file for the briefing."

"Thanks." She took the file out of his hand. They expertly changed into a different form of relationship as they were no longer in private. She opened the file and found herself face to face with a picture of Ethan Standike, a man she wished she never had to see again. A small shiver ran down her spine, her hand subconsciously fell to a spot on her side, where a three inch scar had formed. She stared into his eyes that were a deep green, with small specs of brown spewed throughout them. Clint must have noticed the her shift in stature.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked her. She snapped the file shut and forced a smile up at him.

"Yeah, of course."

He didn't seem convinced, but before he could pry any further they were interrupted.

"Emily, Clint." a voice greeted them from behind. They both turned around to see Phil Coulson walking towards them. Emily nodded a hello to him, as Clint said,

"Hey Phil."

The older agent smiled at the two of them, then turned towards her.

"Emily may I speak to you for a moment?"

"Sure." She handed the file to Clint, "I'll meet you at the briefing." Both her and Phil stopped in the hall as Clint nodded and continued walking.

"How are you doing?" He asked gently. Emily let out an exasperated sigh.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" She scrunched up her face in annoyance. How many times do I have to say that I'm fine?"

"Until I believe you." He put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Look, Emily, Fury will understand if you don't feel comfortable going into this mission. The last time you encountered Standike things didn't go well."

Of course she knew why both Him and Clint her questioning her about this. Her mind momentarily flashed back to a previous solo mission she had gone on three months ago.

It was an easy op, at least it should have been. But they knew she was coming and where she was. They ambushed her, and now she awoke from her unconsciousness and found she was in a dark room with cement walls and floors. Her hands were tied to a pipe above her head, causing her to barely be able to touch the ground with her toes. At some point when she was unconscious her attackers must have taken her shirt off, leaving her in only her sports bra and black cargo pants. Even just hanging there she could feel that all of her weapons had been taken from her. There was suddenly the sound of metal scraping against metal and the door to the room opened, revealing a man she didn't know then, but now knew as the assassin Ethan Standike.

"Ah, Agent, I see that you are awake." He flashed her a toothy smile, revealing perfectly white teeth. He spoke with a thick accent that she recognized immediately as Russian. Why are they always Russian? She thought to herself.

"Who are you?" She spat back.

"No no, if you do not mind, you shall not be asking me any questions today."

"Well let me just start off by saying I won't be answering any of yours."

"Actually, this is less a matter of questions, rather, there is something that I want." He smiled at her again, it seemed genuine which through her off slightly. She had kept herself calm and composed, she knew a SHIELD team would be on their way way to her soon since she hadn't checked in. They'd take that as not a good sign. All she had to do was stall.

"Look you seem like a relatively ok guy," she paused, "maybe. And really, I'd love to give you what you need and just get out of here, but I'm afraid that there's no possible way i can do that."

"If that is your decision then I suppose we should get started." He picked up a scalpel and started walking towards her. "I do not want to do-"

"Emily." Phil's voice snapped her back to reality. Her hand was once again subconsciously protecting the scar on her side.

"Yeah, look dad I'm fine. He's just some psycho assassin who we need to deal with before he hurts anyone else." She gave him a reassuring smile.

"Ok. But if anything happens, and I mean anything, that could cause more of a conflict of interest than there already is I'm pulling you from this mission. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She said it in a mocking tone, and it was met by an unamused look from her father.

"I'm serious. I will pull you from this." He looked her dead in the eye. "Now go, you're gonna be late for the briefing." A look of regret seemed to cross over his face, but it immediately disappeared.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Fury already briefed me, I have some stuff to take care of today. But don't worry, I'll be there when you and Clint head out." He smiled at her, then enveloped her in a warm hug. It surprised her. Usually her dad didn't show this much affection to her in public. He always kept their father-daughter relationship strictly professional when they were working on base, even having her call him Phil instead of Dad. She wrapped her hands around her father and hugged him back. When they both pulled away they said a short goodbye and went in their separate directions. Emily headed towards the briefing room, all the while a thought tugged at her mind. One that was convinced something bad was going to happen today, and it was going to be something she wasn't going to be able to stop.

This is just the first half of my prologue, I wanted to post it first to see if you guys like it before continuing. Please leave a comment on your thoughts! I'm completely open to any suggestions and writing tips.

Thank you guys!