Chapter one

"All personal, the evacuation order has been confirmed. Please proceed to your designated vehicles. This is not a drill."

Over and over and over again, Agent Clint Barton heard the robotic voice over the intercoms as he sat up on his ledge observing the Tesseract.

"Talk to me, doctor."

Clint's head snapped left as he watched director Nick Fury walk into the lab. He knew Fury wouldn't be happy with what the Tesseract was doing. It was alive in a sort of a way, like it had a mind of it's own.

"We are having problems controlling the Tesseract. We've tried to shut down the power, but she turns it back on." Doctor Selvig informed Fury.

"Agent Barton, report." Clint heard through his ear piece.

"Hey, what's up?" Clint asked as he approached Fury.

"I think you know 'what's up,'" Fury replied, clearly not in the mood for jokes, and then again, was he ever? "When I gave you this assignment, I told you to keep a close eye on things. It appears you haven't done such a great job, given the fact you are in your 'nest' most of the time" Fury lectured.

"Actually, all the time. I have been," Clint shot back, "and to prove it, I can tell you the Tesseract is being tampered with from the other side. And the portal opens from both sides too." Clint said.

"What did you say?" Fury asked, worried.

"The Tesseract is being tampered with from the other side. And the portal opens from both sides too." Clint repeated.

Brring, brring, brring!

The loud screaming of Jackylnn Barton's office telephone woke her from her much needed nap.

Ugh, she thought, what did i do this time?

"Officer Barton." she answered.

"Barton, I need you to report to room twenty nine immediately." her boss, Brandon Phillips told her.

"I'm on my way." Jack grumbled into the mouthpiece of her phone. Jack was an interrogator for the New York police department. Like every interrogator the department had, she never liked being called to room twenty nine. It was were the most high priority fugitives were interviewed. Jack felt like she was the only one who ever got called there. She had what some people would call a gift, she called it a curse

"Who is this guy?" she asked Brandon, "He's really cute. This should be a walk in the park." she added

This is Victor Crosby, twenty nine. He got picked up an hour ago for selling drugs." Brandon told her, "We've been trying to get him to tell us who his dealer is, but he won't bust."

"So, we get a lot of drug dealers that come through the station, why is this guy where all the murders get interviewed?"

"Crosby kills any of his customers who buy from someone other than him. He killed two undercover officers who bought from someone before him. Who knows how many other people he's killed. He gave a hell of a chase when SWAT moved in."

"Right, i'll be back in a sec." she said, "Wait, is he... Sleeping?"

"Well, you too appear to have something in common."

Jack shot Brandon a dirty look as she entered room twenty nine.

"Hi, I'm Jack Barton, and your Victor Crosby, right?"

Victor gawked at her.

"HEY!" Brandon's voice boomed over the intercom, startling both Jack and Victor, "NO STARING!"

Jack turned around and gave the wall (and Brandon, who was watching the whole thing through a mirror) the finger.

"Sorry, please excuse that. Why do yoy think you're here, Victor?" she asked

He stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Jack could feel her face getting red.

"Drug dealing, huh. That's some nasty stuff you're getting caught up in, and to top it off, the murder of two cops, really?"

He stared at her, and now Jack was getting angry.

"Ok, if you tell me who your supplier is, I'll see that your prison time is cut short, and you will go to a correction facility, and then spend the remainder of your sentence on parole, sound good?

Victor stared at her some more.

"Ok." He said after a few minutes, "His name is Mack Packard. He lives at 170th in Old Town."

"Thank you, Victor. It was nice to meet you."

Victor nodded and stared at her as she left.

"Great job, Jack." Brandon said as she left the room.

Wham! Jack slapped him in the face, and turned around to go back to her office, saying nothing.

"Agent Coulson, I have a special task for you." Nick Fury said into his radio.

"What is it? Agent Coulson asked.

"Clint Barton has a sister, Jacklynn 'Encyclopedia' Barton. She has an uncanny ability to remember everything. We tried to recruit her when Clint was recruited, but he wouldn't let her accept. I believe that if we can talk her into spying on Clint, we can recover the Tesseract. I need you to talk to her for us. Tell her if she agrees, she's officially apart of S.H.I.E.L.D." Fury told him.

"I'll leave right away."

"Here's her work and home addresses. Hurry, I suspect Agent Barton will try to recruit her too. We have to make sure we get there first."

Jack exhaled deeply as she sunk into her couch.

Knock, knock knock

The three sharp knocks on her door startled her. She groaned.

"Who is it?" She asked in a tired voice.

"Agent Phil Coulson on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D." a deep, serious voice responded.

"What do you want?"

"Nick Fury sent me to recruit you to spy on your brother, Clint.

Jack screamed.

"Miss Barton, are you alright?

No response. Phil kicked the door open, gun in hand

"Oh no." he said under his breath.