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spnfandom8: Thanks for your review my friend. He is young but that doesn't make him naive. He has seen more than most people. Hope you like this chapter.

Coulson's POV

A team had been rapidly formed. Less than 24 hours after the last transmission his team was ready. They stood in Fury's office.

Fury said nodding to the four of them," This is going to be an in and out. Phil you are in charge of the operation. The rest of you are to follow his lead. Any questions?"

A level 3 asset asked his gaze sharp," Are you sure we can trust the intel, director? I mean it's coming from one of Hawkeyes' contacts. He's a contract killer."

The others looked slightly guilty at the statement. They felt the same way as the level three. While the levels varied none of them were higher than Phil's. Still they didn't like his decision to bring in Hawkeye rather than kill him. Even with the boy breaking a code their best analysts couldn't crack.

Fury replied coldly," I believe the intel is good. We have been working on the codes long before we were on the trail for Hawkeye. If you don't like you orders you know where the door is."

No one left. While they might not like or trust Hawkeye they would follow their orders. Even if they didn't like said orders.

With that Fury said," Everyone but Coulson dismissed. Be ready to leave in one hour."

As the other members left he waited patiently. Once they were completely alone Fury sighed.

Then his one blue eye hardened as he said," Retrieve the man as quickly as you can. Don't tell Barton where you're going. I want to see if he will try to leave."

Phil frowned but nodded his acceptance. It would take them a day just to get down there. No doubt Barton had already contacted people. It wasn't like he trusted SHIELD yet. They hadn't given him a reason to trust them. For some unknown reason this Almanac meant a lot to him. If they were able to retrieve him alive. That might just bring them some good will with the assassin.

With that Fury dismissed him. Despite his promise not to tell Barton he found himself making his way to where the other slept. Slept was a bit of an exaggeration. No one knew where Barton actually slept. His fellow trainees said it wasn't in their bunk room. On top of that they rarely caught him on camera outside of training.

So on instinct Phil made his way to the roof. Hawkeye loved heights. So if he wasnt training that was likely where Phil would find him. When he arrived he wasn't surprised to find the young man holed up in a corner. His eyes watching the scene below them.

Barton turned briefly to look at him before returning his gaze back. Phil stood just a little to the side. Something about Barton's posture told him the other wasn't exactly accepting company at the moment. Still he had to say what he came to say.

He said matter of factly," I'm going on and leading a mission to retrieve Almanac. I wasn't supposed to tell you."

Barton's grey eyes turned to meet his own hazel ones. Searching his gaze. For what he didn't quite know.

Then Barton asked," Why tell me? If Fury told you not to. Why tell me anyways?"

Phil said leaning back slightly," I know that if I didn't tell you, you would go after him. I'm asking you give me a week. One week to get in and retrieve Almanac. If I fail you can get in and get him."

He said nothing about himself. They both knew that if he failed he would die. For a long moment Barton was silent.

Then he said quietly," Three days. If I don't hear anything by then we move out."

It was better than what Phil was expecting. If anything he was expecting the trainee to insist on coming. Thankfully he didnt. Fury would never agree to such a thing.

Phil said with resigned acceptance," One week then. I will see you then."

Barton's grey eyes searched his face. He was looking at something. What it was Phil didn't know. Whatever it was he must have found it because he turned away.

It was odd to take a dismissal from a trainee. Still he turned to leave. His thoughts turning to what he had to do.

"Bring him back. Please."

It was said quietly Phil almost missed it. Turning back he saw Barton looking at him again. Instead of grey eyes they were blue. Blue like the sky on a clear day. This was the first time Barton had actually asked something of them.

With a strange sense of confidence he replied," I will. Be sure to stick around until I get back."

A faint twitch of the others lips was all he received in reply. It was enough though. He had made headway with the boy. More than he could say about anyone else.

Clint's POV

It surprised him how quickly time passed for him. Three days since Coulson had left came and went. His days were spent in training or in the vents.

Frustration had filled him though. He had found six members of Medusa to perform this mission. Six was not enough. He needed to find someone to fill in the seventh position.

Every member of Medusa knew that you couldn't do a mission without seven members. That filled every position needed. He only had six.

Clint was pondering this problem in the cafeteria. Every agent ate here at some point during the day. So he was taking the chance to size them up.

Every time he came to the cafeteria he choose the far back table. It allowed him to put his back in a corner and no one could sneak up on him. After the first time someone tried to take the table from him. No one tried again. The agent was still recovering in the infirmary. Not that anyone could technically fault Clint for defending himself. It just made him sit alone. No one trusted him. He trusted no one here.

Briefly his thoughts went to the strange doctor. Maybe he could trust him. Only time would tell however. The doctor wanted them to meet at least twice a week unless on mission. So that meant Clint would be spending a lot of time in his office.

Finding a new member on such short notice was difficult. Especially given his circumstances. It wasn't like he could go up to any agent and say," Hey I'm going to save my brother and need one more person. Want to be that person?"

That would at best get him a holding cell. At worst he would be shot. No he had to choose carefully.

A scraping sound drew him out of his musing. A brown haired African American male in a suit similar to Coulsons sat down across from him. He had warm brown eyes that made Clint question whether or not this guy was a trainee or an actual agent.

He gave the man his best glare. To his surprise however the other just chuckled began to eat. This made the exassassin glare even harder. The sounds of the cafeteria had become almost nothing. All eyes were on him waiting to see what he would do.

Clint snapped angrily," Go away."

The other tilted his head to the side as he replied with a smirk," I don't think I will. I've heard about you. Clint Barton better known as the Hawkeye. Heard my friend Phil brought you in. I was on mission otherwise we would have already been introduced."

He looked the man up and down. His build was a little more stocky than Clint's. Not by much though. While his eyes were warm far warmer than his own. There was a was a wariness in them. It reminded him of soldiers he had met. Those who had not gone through Medusa. This man was not just an agent. He was a soldier.

Finally Clint lifted his chin in acknowledgment. He gave a slightly warmer reply than normal holding out his hand," Clint Barton trainee."

Sitwell took his hand shaking it firmly as he said," Jasper Sitwell level 4 agent."

Level 4 agent was decent. That meant he was decently trained. At the very least he wouldn't get himself killed. With that he turned back to his food.

This was the first time since he joined that he tolerated someone. At least someone that wasn't Coulson. Even then he didn't make small talk with either man.

On his way back to his nest he passed by Fury's office. What he heard made his blood run cold.

"Have we heard from agent Coulson?"

That was an unfamiliar female voice. It seemed they were having a meeting about the mission. Slowly but silently he made his way closer to the vent.

When he was close enough to see in he looked down.

Ten people stood around Fury's desk. Nine men and one woman. Two men he recognized. One was Jasper Sitwell the man who sat with him at lunch. The other was Morris Panov.

What was the doctor doing there? He could understand Sitwell. He was an agent after all. But the doctor?

Fury said interrupting his musings," His team was found yesterday. Their bodies had enough bullets in them to arm an army. Agent Coulson's body was not recovered."

It took all of his self control not to react. Coulson had brought him in and now he was missing. Missing because he had decrypted the code.

He had to activate his team. They now had to rescue two people. Almanac and Coulson. He would have to find a callsign for the agent. Medusa didn't use names. Only callsigns.

Panov asked a calm tone," What of trainee Barton? He will go after Coulson if only to get this Almanac back."

What did this doctor think of him? It was hard to tell. He wasn't an open book like others were.

Fury said with a growl," He's to stay in the dark. The last thing we need is to have him running off on his own."

:Too late for that you bastard.: Was his thoughts.

Then Sitwell asked," What is the plan, Director? We can't just leave him there."

With a sigh Fury said," We can't go after him. World security council has my hands tied. They say we don't have enough agents to take down the building they have him in. Personally I'm included to agree with them."

Clint didn't stay long enough to hear anything else. He finished the trek to his nest. In it held his burner phone that acted as his line to Medusa men.

Grabbing his phone and pack he then made his way to the armory. Once checking the room for agents he dropped in. As he was grabbing different weapons his phone went off. He recognized the number as Echo's. He put it on speaker.

The frenchman's soft tones came over the phone," Delta, you better have good news."

He zipped the bag up as he replied," No. We are still down one man..."

The door behind him opened and he swung around. Jasper Sitwell stood there his blue eyes taking in everything.

He said holding his hands out," I'm not here to stop you, Barton. In fact I heard what you said. You are down a man and Phil is my friend. Let me help."

The man had such honest blue eyes. Just like he had before Barney tried to kill him. Like before the Irene's murder.

He found himself saying before he could really consider it," We have our seventh member. Meet up at our spot with the others. I'll be there with our comrade tomorrow."

The Frenchman's reply was swift," I'll be there Dellta."

Closing his phone he snapped to Sitwell," Lets go. It won't take long for SHIELD to figure out where we have gone."

Conklin's POV

Frustration filled him as he limped down the hall. A six hour flight to the SHIELD training facility. He had been accompanied by David Abbot known as the Monk.

Both of them had been searching for Delta since his disappearance. It had been two years since he had seen the man, David Webb, his friend had become. While they couldn't search for him all the time they were doing their best.

Since Gordon Webb's disappearance on a mission they had been trying to contact David since. They hadn't any luck with it. Now SHIELD was calling them with information on Gordon. Something didn't sit well with him.

They were escorted to the director's office. When they were let in shock filled Alex. A brown haired man with hazel eyes. He recognized his doctor immediately.

He asked confused," Mo what are you doing here?"

Morris Panov turned to face him his hazel eyes full of guilt. What had the good doctor done? What would make him have such a guilty look on his face?