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"Never thought I'd get to meet Captain American and Hawkeye," she admitted, "but I gotta say this is getting more interesting by the moment."

"Just wait till you hear what you'll be doing," Clint replied. And with that the discussion began.

I blinked. "So let me get this straight," I clarified as I looked between the two men in front of me, "I'm supposed to be manning a turret?"

"Yes."

"On a ship?"

"Yes."

"An intergalactic racing ship that we're flying in order to win some race?"

"Yes."

"And we leave when?"

"Four days."

"Fucking hell," I murmured as I rubbed a hand over my face. This has got to be the longest day I've ever experienced in my whole nineteen years of living. And I thought high school was a nightmare. I sighed.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, there is a group that's going, it's not just us," Captain America said. He looked sympathetic and I tried to look happy.

"And whose on the team?" I asked warily. If Hawkeye and Captain America were two of the people coming surely the rest had to be normal.

"Well there's Jane Foster, Director Fury, Dr. Eric Selvig," the Captain counted off on his fingers.

"And Tony Stark," Hawkeye put out. I sighed again.

"Now I wish it was just us three," I muttered. I blinked realizing how that sounded and looked up. Clint Barton was laughing and Steve Rogers looked like he was trying very hard not to. I felt my cheeks warm and I tried to apologize but they waved me off.

"It's cool kid. So where ya from?" Hawkeye asked. I frowned.

"I'm from Kansas," I stated. Not many great people come from Kansas I supposed.

"Cool! I'm from New York, so this is my home," the Captain admitted. I nodded.

"I have family up here. He says he loves New York," I said off handedly.

"He?"

"Yeah, my nephew. I haven't seen him in years though," I shrugged. "He doesn't particularly like us so . . ." I trailed off, waving a hand.

"Sorry bout that," Captain America mused. I shrugged again.

"So not that I'm not enjoying your company or anything but is there any way I can, ya know, sleep? I'm exhausted," I stated, hoping I hadn't offended them.

"Yeah sure. I'll show you your room," and with that Hawkeye got up and started out the door. I pushed my chair in and nodded to Captain America.

"G'night Mr. Rogers," I stated as I left.

"Please, call me Steve," he said with a grin. I paused before giving a small nod.

"Well, g'night Steve," I left the room and followed the other hero down a few halls until I got to my room. It wasn't anything grand. Just a nice sized room. I thanked Hawkeye but he waved me off.

"Sarah, I don't know if you've realized it, but all of us are going to be stuck in space somewhere for who knows how long. Try to relax. I'm not Hawkeye first, I'm Clint, just like Steve is Steve first and Captain America second." I thought about it before nodding, thinking that was probably the longest conversation I'd ever have with Hawk-, Clint, and just nodded.

"Ok, thanks Clint, hope I can live up to your expectations," I joked as I entered my room. I turned to see if he was there but he'd left so I relaxed and shut my door, a big metal affair that looked like a ship door with the big wheel thing for a handle.

My room wasn't big, as I said, but it was nice sized. A bed and a small table in one corner. A bathroom door in the other that led to a small bathroom with a shower. There was even a small dresser in one corner. I opened it to find a bunch of my clothes in it. I huffed. I wasn't too pleased with the thought of someone going through my stuff at my apartment. Oh Lord, I wonder what my friends would say if they saw some guys in suits going into my apartment and coming out with my stuff. I snickered. I could almost imagine my friend Rachel flipping out.

"What the hell are you doing?! Who are you? Do you have a visitors badge? Do you know Sarah? Stop ignoring me!"

My snicker turned into a full blown laugh. When it died down I had tears in my eyes and I was clutching my stomach. I grabbed a shirt and some shorts and quickly changed out of my t-shirt and jeans. I fell into the small twin bed and closed my eyes thinking how, if I didn't know any better, that this bed could have been my bed in my apartment. I would wake up and go back to college, forgetting about my Chemistry test I have tomorrow and my Philosophy lecture in the afternoon. I'd probably go to lunch at some fast food place with Rachel and her boyfriend and go tutor some freshman in Calculus. I sighed into the pillow and felt my world fade to black as sleep over took me.

When I woke up I was groggy and I didn't know what time it was. I groped the small table for my phone. When I couldn't find it I picked my head up, looking around before I remembered. I wasn't home. I wasn't in my apartment. I was at SHIELD. I sighed, laying back down, closing my eyes. Maybe I made a mistake taking this job. But before I could think anymore, a knock was on my door. I rolled off the bed and opened the door, running a hand through my sandy brown hair. Clint raised an eyebrow.

"What?" I asked irritably. His lips curled into a smirk.

"Nothing you just look well rested, that's all." I growled knowing he was talking about my bed head. I punched him in the arm and he blinked.

"What did you want Clint, because it sure as hell wasn't to bug me," I stated as I retreated back into my room to rummaged around for some clothes. I left the door open so Clint leaned in the door way.

"Well since you've been asleep a whole day we lost some-"

"I haven't been asleep a whole day!" I protested, throwing him a glare. He raised an eyebrow again. And I sighed. "Okay, so I sleep a lot. What were you saying?"

"We lost some time. We only have two days left now, and we need to meet with Tony to see the ship, make sure everything is up to status."

"Tony?" I asked before I remembered. "Oh! Tony Stark, right, right. Okay. Fine, let me get dressed and I'll be out." I waited and then turned when I didn't hear the door shut. Clint was just leaning against the doorway still.

"Clint?"

"Hm?"

"Get the hell out."

He chuckled and walked out of my room. I sighed. Arrogant asshole.

I pulled out a pair of jeans and a green tank top, shrugging off my sleep clothes and slipping into my fresh new clothes. I brushed my hair, the sandy waves becoming tamed as I pulled them into a low ponytail. I splashed some water on my face at the small sink and looked at my reflection. I stared at the foreign girl looking back at me. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle in anticipation, her skin seemed clearer. She seemed wiser. But she soon sighed and turned into the Sarah Tracy I knew.

"What the hell are you doing Sarah?" I muttered to myself as I left my small room and ventured through the base. What the hell indeed.