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Thanks to my totally awesome beta, Kitty Lee Renner!

"You sent for me?" Clint Barton walked into the office of Director Nick Fury.

"Agent Barton," Fury turned to face him. "I assume you read the file."

The 'file' Fury was referring to was SHIELD Agent Casey's Jackson's personnel file. She was about to be recruited into the Avengers and Clint was assigned to be her partner.

"Yes, sir, I did."

"I informed Agent Jackson that you would escort her to Stark Tower and get her settled in."

Since the incident with Loki, the Avengers were all staying in Tony Stark's tower.

"Okay." Clint ran a hand through his brown hair

"What do you think of her?" Fury crossed his arms.

"Sir?" Clint raised an eyebrow.

"You read the file. Do you think she's Avengers material?"

"I think she'll work out okay."

"All right." Fury nodded. "You'll find her in the gym. I advised her to wait in the lobby, but she insisted on working out in the gym. She's very headstrong..."

Clint smiled slightly. If she was willing to stand up to Nick Fury, she definitely had some

potential.

"Anyway," Fury continued. "I told her that you'll make sure she has everything she needs."

"Yes, sir," Clint nodded. "I will."

"You're dismissed." Fury sat down and began to look through some papers.

Clint turned and walked out. As he walked down the hallway, he wondered what she would be like. He'd read her file, but it only told of the missions she had been on. It said nothing about her appearance or even her skillset.

As Clint reached the door to the gym, he could hear a steady thumping sound. He opened the door and walked in. He glanced around the room and saw the source of the noise.

A young woman was working out with one of the punching bags. She had long dark brown hair pulled up into a ponytail that flew into the hair with each punch. Even pulled up as high as it was, her hair hung down just past her hips. She was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans and black high-tops.

As Clint stepped closer, he could see that she was only a couple inches shorter than he was and had a thin, but wiry build. She pounded the bag with ungloved hands.

"Need something?" The young woman asked, without losing her rhythm.

"Are you Agent Casey Jackson?" Clint was now standing behind her.

"Yep." She stopped punching the bag, but kept her back to Clint. "You must be Agent Barton."

Casey began to take the gauze off her hands as she turned to Clint. Her sparkling green eyes met his intense blue eyes as she looked at him.

"I am." Clint stuck his hand out. "Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too." Casey finished unwrapping her hand before she shook Clint's with a nod. "Guess we'd better go."

"Are those your bags?" Clint gestured to the black duffelbag, backpack, and beat-up leather messenger's bag.

"Yeah..." Casey slung the messenger's bag over her shoulder. "I've got too much junk, I guess..."

She reached for the other two bags, but Clint stopped her.

"I'll get these." Clint picked them up.

"Thanks." Casey gave him a broad smile.

Clint returned the smile before walking out of the gym with her. They walked to the garage and

Casey followed Clint to a black sports car. He put Casey's bags in the back seat and opened the passenger's door for her. Casey smiled and climbed in as Clint jogged around to the driver's

side. He got in and started up the car.

"Ready?" Clint glanced at Casey.

"Floor it." Casey gave him a goofy grin.

Clint chuckled as he pulled out of the garage.

"So, what are they like?" Casey looked at Clint. "The Avengers?"

"They're nice." Clint smiled slightly. "Steve Rogers is very polite and kind of old-school."

"That's Captain America?"

"Mm hm." Clint nodded before continuing. "Bruce Banner is quiet, but nice."

"That's the Hulk." Casey nodded. "I've read some of the files."

"Thor is loud." Clint grinned. "Just remind him to use his indoor voice and you'll be fine."

"He's the Asgardian god."

"Right. Tony Stark is...well, Tony Stark. He's seems like a jerk at first, but you get used to him...being a jerk..."

"I've handled worse." Casey laughed. "And you're Hawkeye."

"The one and only." Clint glanced at her. "What do they call you? I mean, what's your code name on missions?"

"I've never actually been given an official one," Casey shrugged. "But my nickname is The Dark Star."

"Dark Star..." Clint nodded slowly. "I like it."

The rest of the ride was silent until they reached Stark Tower.

"Here we are." Clint said as he pulled into the garage. "You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Casey took a deep breath as Clint pulled the key out of the ignition.

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