Instead of going back to the gym, Captain jabbed the penthouse button and we began our ascent to our living ride was silent and awkward as the only noise emitted was the quiet hum of the elevator. When the ride was over and the doors began to slide open, he was already running out before they had finished their journey. Tucking the file underneath my arm more securely, I walked out of the elevator and scanned the room for anyone. It was empty. I headed towards my room and noticed that the door had been left cracked. Remembering that I had made sure to shut my door that morning, my hand went out to the knob and slowly pushed it open. Sitting on my bed was a sleeping Hawkeye. Well I assumed him to be sleeping. I walked into the room and closed the door shut almost silently. He shot up with his loaded bow pointed at me and my hands went up in defense.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I smirked as he put down his bow and slipped the arrow back into it's sheath.
"Everyone got tired of waiting," He said, laying out on my bed once again and tucking his hands behind his head. I dropped my file on his stomach and laid down next to him. Letting out a slight groan he sat up with his back against the wall. I stretched out and laid my hands on my stomach. "All scattered. I thought I'd wait here and surprise you, what's this?"
"My assignment. With Steve." I kept my eyes on a spot on the ceiling as I heard papers being ruffled and placed ontop of me.
"They're sending you with shield boy? Why not with me? It is your first mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. and I'm your best match, of course," He said, taking out a thicker sheet of paper and scanning over it.
"Apparently he has some personal ties with the group. That should've dropped any connection with the mission. I don't want my first mission to go up in flames because of some emotional mishap," I said, picking up the papers on my stomach that spelled out the aliases that we would be using. I wouldn't be changing, I've worked with MI6 before while planning my escape from Red Room. Steve would now be Chris Downey Jr., an American that was recruited by MI6 in a new division for starting assassins and murders at a younger age. I would be the one stuck showing him around and making sure he didn't go crazy, which apparently most people do whenever they're trained to kill at only sixteen. Flipping the paper over onto the back, it showed that physical attributes of the Captains new identity. He would be going blonde. Actual blond, not his dark dirty blond, but straight up beach blond. They would be fitting him with brown colored contacts, so good bye to the heart stopping blue. I didn't bother to being reading his back history, it was three pages long. I folded the papers and tossed them over to Clint who was sorting through a massive stack of papers.
"So it seems you two will be assumed to be gone for at least three days at most two weeks. It seems all S.H.I.E.L.D wants is a quick extraction mission; in and out. They should've sent me with you instead of the Capsicle. The group's name is Hydra, which I'm guessing you already know. I've only heard him talk about it once or twice when he was talking to Fury," He said, setting the papers down.
"I'm guessing you weren't supposed to hear these conversations?" I asked as I flipped over onto my stomach with my chin on his leg. He raised his eyebrow at me and smirked. "I was in my they were in my space. Anyways," Clint said, sorting through a few more papers and putting a few on top of my head for safe keeping I assumed. When it was must me and the Bird, he always let out a new side of them that no one really ever saw. Beneath the whole attack now, ask questions later, he was pretty much a normal teenager. Well as normal as a teenager that has been trained as an assassin and put a program to fight evil. "It seems that they think that Hydra had infiltrated only that division of S.H.I.E.L.D. and they want to get it out so it doesn't infect the rest of the organization." He finished, taking the rest of the papers off of my head and picked up those that were scattered across the bed. Stacking him back into the files, he slid down to position himself next to me as I flipped back onto my back. "I still think they should have sent me with you, I mean you just got here and they just decide to send you off with some guy you've never even trained with," He said, as I felt the vibrations from his voice next to me. Keeping my eyes on the ceiling, I answered,
"That's my cover. To act like I don't even know him, just showing him around for the first time, then I poof." I said, bringing up my hands quickly then dropping them for effect. "Then I go to work," Managing to look over at him, I gave a smirk and he smiled.
"You are the best at what you do," He said as he turned his head back and stared at the ceiling. I plucked up his hand and plopped it onto my stomach, fiddling with it as I stared at the same spot on the ceiling. We sat like this for a good while before his hand out of no where grabbed mine and I jumped up. He let out a loud chuckle, which was rare for him. I couldn't help but let out a small smile at him while my hair fell into my face. "How about we go for some target practice? Before I send you anywhere with a guy that wears tights, I'm making sure you can cover his ass," He stood up as I brushed my hair back and stood with him.
"He can cover his own ass," I smirk receiving an arm around my shoulder from Clint as he opened my door for me.
"That's my girl," He said as we made our way to the elevator.
