Author's Note:

Hey guys! Guess who's posting a day early! (Kind of but not really because I'm like a month overdue and I'm sorry DX) Thanks to those of who who've been waiting for so long for these next chapters, When I started this little project I didn't realize how much work it was going to be (even though I'm kinda sorta halfassing the writing bits, though I promise to kick it up a notch with the next installment). I should be posting consecutively over the next few days so I can get on to writing Chapter 4 and then maybe some more of "The (Wicked) Lord of the (Lovely) Rings"!

You can also follow me on Tumblr now (AylaCastopolous), where I will start taking requests for one-shots or content in the next chapters, respond to questions and give you updates (or excuses) as to why I haven't posted on time or give you previews into the upcoming chapters. (I don't know why but I had such a hard time with this Chapter format wise while trying to upload it.)

Key:

First Name - (f/n)

Last Name - (l/n)

Nickname - (n/n)

Hair Color - (h/c)

Hair Length - (h/l)

Eye Color - (e/c)

Skin Tone - (s/t)

Favorite Color(s) - (f/c)

(f/n) was a bit surprised that anyone would be knocking on her door. In fact she had been hoping that they'd just leave her alone. Though, even with all the powers she possessed she was still human. She craved that social contact another person could provide every so often. The need to fit in at least somewhat was strong and it was what had her rubbing the sleep from her face and eyes and fixing her clothes and hair to be somewhat presentable to her visitor.

Taking a braving sigh she reached for the handle and pulled the door open startled to find Agent Barton standing on the other side of the door. Sure, he might have apologized before, but he looked so intimidating like that. Standing there he might not have been the tallest but his shoulders were wide and he stood with such pride he seemed larger than he was.

Heavy with bulk, he stared at (f/n) with his steel blue eyes until she hide her intimidation by crossing her arms and leaning nonchalantly against the door frame. "How can I help you this fine morning, Agent Barton?" She asked putting on a bored air. Startled by the change in attitude from the hospital bed his eyebrows shot up to hairline.

"Fury asked me to check up on you and train you personally." At the narrowing of her eyes he held up his hands in a submissive gesture. "Asked, being the key word here (f/n)."

Not entirely believing him she let out a little huff and ran a rough hand through her hair, pursing her lips. "Forgive me if I don't exactly trust Director Fury... or you for that matter." Her (e/c) eyes rolled and she continued, "Both of you are a part of the reason why I am here after all."

One of his hands came up to rub the back of his neck and he chuckled nervously. It was hard to imagine Agent Barton getting nervous at all, but all the tell tale signs were there. "Yeah," he said with a bit of a smirk. "Believe me I know, but really it's your choice. Fury knows you can defend yourself with that hoo-doo-voo-doo shit,"

Oh wrong choice of words buddy...

Clint waggled his fingers for emphasis. "But, just incase you're ever without it, it would be better if you were prepared."

Grimacing she repeats, "'Hoo-doo-voo-doo shit..." the venom in her own voice put a bad taste in her mouth. "Right!" (f/n) huffed more than a little irritated and insulted. "Well, if that's what you want to call it I suppose I can't stop you. However unfortunately for me I can't get rid of it. I've tried. It's never going away. But I guess I'm glad Fury cares? I suppose..."

She was about to shut the door on Clint's ruggedly handsome face but his boot stopped it mid swing only irritating her further. "Okay, maybe that wasn't the best phrase to use..."

(f/n) scoffed. No really? You think?

"Just please, make the old grouch feel better and just let me train you a little."

Upset by Barton's blatant disregard of her magic Agent (l/n) sighed deeply and started her reply...

Do you say, "Yeah, sure, whatever, fine!"

- Go to Chapter 3.1: Professor Agent Barton

Or

Do you say, "Fuck no!" and slam the door in his face?

- Go to E2