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Chapter 2 -Hellicarrier

Clint moaned, his head was pounding, and his eyelids were heavy.

"He's regaining consciences sir," a feminine voice stated professionally.

"I'll be on the bridge if you need me Agent Hill." Replied a deep male voice. Clint heard mechanical doors swoosh open, then shut behind him. Clint opened his eyes. Standing above him was a beautiful brunette woman with crystal blue eyes.

"Hello," she began, "I am Agent Hill, how are you feeling?" She asked, her eyes watching him cautiously.

"Water," Clint croaked. Hill handed him a paper cup half-filled with icy water. As Clint drank, he scanned the strange room. It was a little small, with full safety windows that replaced an entire wall. Agent Hill sat on a small foldable chair and held a futuristic looking tablet type of thing. Once finished. Clint placed the paper cup on a small table next to his bed.

"I'm Clint," he said finally "Where am I?"

"We already know who you are Mr. Barton, and as for where you are - thats a bit harder to explain." She said as she helped Clint out of the bed. Despite the pain surging through his body, he stretched and looked out of the wall window. Instinctively, he took a step back.

"What kind of sick joke is this?!" he shrieked as man like as he could, despite the oncoming panic.

"You're in the sky," Hill replied sarcastically.

"I got that - but WHY?" He asked, now looking curiously out the window.

"This is Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D.S hellicarrier," she began "Nick Fury rescued you from being used as a lab rat for a new medication of which we have no idea of its origins. Only that it is extremely dangerous and has unknown consequences. Is there anything at all you could tell us?" She finished.

"Not until I get some real answers." grumbled Clint. With a cold look, he stormed out the infirmary. Upon seeing the wide hall before him, instinct led him to reach for his old, battered bow. Feeling his empty shoulders, he began to tremble.

"Wheres my bow?!" He spat into the room behind him.

"Barton, we will return your bow as soon as Fury deems you fit." Hill replied, unmoved.

"Give it back!" Clint growled.

"Not-"

"NOW!" He said, his anger and frustration rising.

Agent Hill straighted herself and replied tersely.

"No." Seeing her extreme stubbornness, Clint chuckled.

"Fine," he said, before walking away. "Just what I would have done." He said under his breath.

Clint continued down the long hallway, peering through all the windows and doors. He turned left and walked for about two minutes. Then he turned left again. After a few minutes, Clint turned right. Barton pretty soon found himself making a U-turn before turning right once more.

"Where am I?" He yelled at anyone listening. There was a moment of silence, but he got no reply.

"Thats it ." Fed up, Clint found any door and stomped inside. After checking to be sure he wasn't being followed, he cautiously walked into the room. It was larger than the room he was held in before and had a soft memory foam bed. A mix between a moan and a sigh escaped his lips as he belly-flopped onto the soft bed. Almost instantly, he fell asleep.

When Clint awoke, Hill once again stood over him, peering down almost defensively as if he were going to explode any second.

"Whats up with you following me?" He asked, sitting up sheepishly.

"Looks like you found my room," she answered coldly. Clint laughed, embarrassed, and stood. His youthful gaze shifted from the woman, to the floor.

"So, ummm, this is your room?" He asked, still staring at his feet.

"Yes. I am to escort you to Fury's office at once." She answered practically shoving Clint out of the room. The duo made it to Furys office in god time, thanks to Hills brisk walking skills. Once inside, hill motioned Clint to sit. After debating where to sit , Clint lowered himself into a squishy, black, leather chair.

"Hello Barton, Im Fury, Nick Fury," he introduced himself. Turning, Barton noticed the patch covering his left eye.

"Please meet my top agents Agent Maria Hill and Phil Coulson." He said motioning to Hill and a man in the corner. Hill nodded gingerly but stayed in her position. The man, Coulson, smiled and shook hands with Clint.

"Hi, I'm Phil Coulson, but you can call me Phil if you'd like." He said with a friendly look. Clint smiled back and nodded. Phil stepped back by Hill and fixed his gaze onto Fury.

Fury positioned himself in front of Clint. His good eye glaring at Clint.

"We saw what you did at the Circus, Clint." He began.

"It wasn't me I swear! It was Barney and The Ringmaster! And ummm..." Clint began to panic. He was going to be imprisoned.

"Barton! You have an extraordinary talent! We need you!" Fury bellowed over the frightened kid in front of him.

"Oh, in that case, okay. but I'm not joining anything - not after the circus," he shuddered at the thought.

"Thats fine Barton, you could be ummm..." Nick stumbled.

"An Assassin?" Coulson suggested.

"Alright - that sounds great!" Clint replied, happily. Fury sighed exasperated.

"I think todays meeting is done. Coulson, if you could show Barton to his room please," he said. Phil led Clint out of Furys office. Once out of the office, Phil led Clint to a hallway identical to every other.

"My bunk is right over there, if you need anything." Coulson pointed two doors down from Clints new room. "Agent Hills bunk is directly across from your bunk." He added pointing.

"Thanks Phil," Clint said walking into his room. The mechanical door slid shut behind him. Looking around the room, he noticed the room was bare. A bed, a dresser and a bathroom was all there was. Clint noticed an object resting on the head of his bed. He approached the headboard and grinned. Laying on the bed was Clints old bow.

"Score," he said, lifting his prized possession.

Phil Coulson entered Director Furys office where Fury and Hill waited.

"Are you sure he's the one we need?" Hill inquired. Fury thought for a second, then looked at Coulson.

"I hope so, what do you think Coulson?" He asked. Phil took in a breath.

"Hes going to need some help first - but he's the one," He answered, nodding.

Knock, knock, knock! Clint turned from the window. Reluctantly, he opened the door. There stood Fury his one eye staring menacingly.

"Yeah?" Asked Clint nervously.

"Retreat to the mess hall at mealtimes," Fury paused, then added, "Its mealtime," with that, he briskly walked off.

Clint quickened his pace to keep up with him. Then, as Fury entered a room, Clint found himself in Furys office once again.

"Do you have a question, Barton?" asked Fury, settling himself into his chair.

"I-I thought you were going to the-"

"I said the mess hall Clint! This is my office!" Fury barked.

"Im sorry," said Clint backing out of the office. "I just get so lost, I thought for sure you were going to the messy hall or whatever." Fury rolled his eye and handed Clint a folded sheet of paper.

"Its a map," he said, "use it." And with that, he closed the mechanical doors.

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