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SHIELD Living Quarters August 18,

Clint Barton slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. He had packed all of the personal items that he would need for the six month mission. He glanced in the mirror. He was wearing black jeans and a plain white shirt for the plane ride. He would change into a blazer after they landed. He took a deep breath. This was going to be one of the most patience trying missions he had ever done. He shook his head. This probably one of the worst contact assignments SHIELD had ever done.

Clint took a deep breath, and looked around the room one last time before he left to pick up his partner.

He quickly swiped his card to access the elevator. He selected floor 5 and waited the 30 seconds it took him to get to her floor. He quickly knocked on the door.

"Tasha? Are you ready?"

The door swung open and he was greeted with the smell of something burning.

"Hi, Clint. Sorry, I'll be ready in just a second. Come in."

He walked into her tiny apartment and sat in the office chair.

"What's burning?"

"Oh!" Natasha flew into the bathroom. "Just the curling iron. I set it on a washcloth." She called. Clint rolled his eyes as he surveyed the neat room.

"Anything I can help you with?" Her makeup bag flew out of the open door and landed on the bed next to her duffel bag.

"Can you stick that in there? I'm just finishing up my hair."

Clint crossed the room and stuffed the small bag inside the suitcase.

"Do you want me to close it?

"No, I have something to stick in there." She emerged from the bathroom, with her red hair curled to perfection. She stuck a bottle of hairspray into her bag. "There. All done."

"What about your curling iron?" Clint asked.

"I have two." She replied, zipping the bag shut.

"Before we go," Clint said, shouldering her bag. "I want you to promise me something."

"Ok, Barton"

"No matter how badly Bobbi annoys you, you'll try not to retaliate?"

Natasha rolled her eyes "Can't, sorry"

Clint sighed. "Ok, but at least try please!"

"Let's go, Barton."

When they reached the runway, both of them put their sunglasses on. It was super bright outside on that particular day. Natasha took her bag from Clint, and the two of them walked toward the plane where Coulson was waiting for them.

Phil nodded at Natasha first, then Clint. "Bobbi's running a little late, she'll be here shortly.

Natasha snorted. "It's a plane ride not a beauty pageant." She muttered to Clint.

Clint rolled his eyes "And who spent extra time curling her hair this morning?" He responded in an equally low voice. Natasha huffed and looked away.

Bobbi came jogging towards them five minutes later, pulling her suitcase behind her.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Bobbi said. "I had to do a little Mani Pedi this morning because my nails were absolutely atrocious!"Natasha gave Clint a look that said "SEE!"

"Let's get this party started!" Natasha quipped with fake enthusiasm. "Bye, Uncle Phil." She boarded the plane, and sat down in the co-pilot's seat.

Bobbi bounded up into the plane; her high heels were clicking as she tried to pull her bag in after her. She finally succeeded and sat down with her nail file already out.

"Bye, Uncle Phil," Clint said and climbed into the pilot's seat.

"Don't kill each other," Coulson responded as he shut the plane door. After the typical pilot's check the plane took off, its destination: Bloomington, Indiana.

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