Here's another really short one. I have work in about an hour and can't really think of anything for Zulu, so this will probably be it for tonight. Maybe I'll think of something at work. It happens sometimes. Until then...
Disclaimer: Wishing on a star does not work. Disney lied. Not mine.
He was an assassin. He was an assassin who was possibly going to protect the president. This country was completely insane.
Right now he was still going through his Yankee White clearance. The background check was, naturally, one of the longest, most thorough check in the country, but Clint knew exactly what was going to pop up. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. SHIELD was very good at making their people disappear. Literally and figuratively.
Sure enough, he got a call saying he needed to go to the Secretive Service's (secret) headquarters for a face-to-face meeting with their equivalent of HR. The look on the man's face was priceless when he sat down in an uncomfortable leather chair the next morning.
"There seemed to be a, uh, problem," the man said, dabbing at the sweat beading on his forehead with a cloth handkerchief.
"Oh?" Clint tried his best not to smirk.
"Yes," the man cleared his throat. "And unfortunately you can't work with the President or Vice President without Yankee White clearance. I'm afraid…" he trailed off as Clint shrugged and walked toward the door.
"I never wanted to do this anyway. Fury just wanted me to be more likeable to public. Especially after the Loki incident." Clint blinked. "Oops. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone about that. Oh well. You work for the Secret Service. I'm sure you'll be fine. Fury probably won't kill you."
The man gulped comically.
"Anyways, I gotta go. Tony's putting on another movie night and it's my turn to pick. If I don't get there soon Thor'll steal the best viewing spot."
Clint managed to get all the way out of the building before breaking down into hysterical laughter.