I walk down the street absolutely exhausted from a long day of work. I just got back from a mission this morning and had to spend the whole day doing paperwork. It was not fun. All I wanted was to go home and go to bed.

But of course Director Fury had to drill me for the last three hours on everything I had seen, heard, and done. Then I got lectured on the fact that I had left my teammate by himself to fend off a bunch of guys. In my defense, it was not my fault that Agent Ward told me to go. He hated working with me, but Fury made us work together. I had to run out of that meeting, though, so I could avoid my S.O. who I knew would drill me for hours.

I had no desire to listen to Jasper Sitwell telling me what to do. That guy annoyed the hell out of me. I spent most of my days wanting to punch him instead of the punching bag. I don't know how he would get out of a fight. I was convinced he belonged in the science division not the operations, but apparently nobody else thought that.

However, running out so quickly to avoid Sitwell meant that I didn't get to see Steve Rogers, my best friend. He had actually helped me get real training. We met one time when I was training late so I could improve. Sitwell had just given me a long lecture on how I was a terrible fighter and a shame to the name of SHIELD. I was so angry and determined to prove myself that I had stayed late. Steve saw me and noticed that I was not really doing too well at improving. So he stepped in and helped me. We ended up talking a lot and he introduced me to Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Pretty soon I had the three of them training me behind Sitwell's back because none of them liked him.

I got really good with them teaching me. Agent Hill was impressed and pretty soon Director Fury even noticed that I was doing really well. So I finally got sent on a mission with, guess who, Clint Barton. It was great cause he and I were friends and worked well together. The mission went really well and we both came back a success. Clint made sure I got the credit that I was do and then he, Natasha, and Steve took me out for a celebratory dinner. When people tried to give Sitwell all the credit, though, I hacked into SHIELD's network without any help and made sure that it was written everywhere what a shitty S.O. Sitwell was and that it was really Steve, Natasha, and Clint who had taught me well. That was just my way of thanking them. We all had a good laugh about it when we saw Sitwell's face.

After that I started getting sent on missions with Agent Grant Ward. Whenever I came back I always talked to Steve. Ward was good, but he and I did not get along well. Steve and I would just talk about other stuff like the military cause I had served for a few years before entering SHIELD. We would swap war stories and what not until we got too tired. I really regretted missing out on this today, but I knew Steve would understand. I'd see him tomorrow. Or he would just come knocking on my door at 2am in the morning with Natasha in tow as back up. I didn't care. I would probably sleep right through it. As I chuckled to myself, I heard a sound coming from down the alley I was walking toward.