Author's Note: Oh look, another update within... 12 hours or something. Because why not. No school to keep me busy so I'm gonna update a bit quicker. Enjoy!


Chapter Twenty-Nine

Clint was not happy with her. It was apparent as he glared at her while a nurse cleaned the blood off her face and gave her a clean t-shirt to wear. The whole time she held onto the puppy's leash, for some reason unable to give him(Brock had the unfortunate experience of learning the puppy's gender after a little accident) up to any other agent. The puppy barked excitedly, tugging at the leash as he tried to get to Clint. When she looked up at her boyfriend, she just knew he was mad not only by that glare, but because he wasn't acknowledging the puppy.

"Lucky wants to say hi?" She tried, her voice quiet. His glare was worse now and she recoiled, looking down at the puppy. "I named him Lucky because he's... lucky."

"You should name him Stupid because of what you did." Clint growled, crossing his arms over his chest as he kept to the other side of the room. The nurse collected Remy's bloodied shirt and left, not wanting to be in the room much longer. Clint managed to wait til they were alone before blowing up at her. "What the hell, Remy, seriously?! You could have gotten yourself killed! It's been only a few weeks since your last stunt like this!"

"Okay, in my defense, both of these were traps." She insisted, trying to act like she wasn't terrified of him right then. "And... and I didn't know what else to do. So I thought distracting them with the shit that I've memorized over the years would work." Clint didn't look impressed. "Hey, at least the Strike team arrived before I started reciting Death of a Salesman?"

"You're not as cute right now as you seem to think you are." He said, shaking his head. "I'm really angry at you right now. They could have killed you!"

"No, Clint, they weren't going too." Remy told him, shaking her head. She hopped off the exam bed and sat down on the ground, pulling Lucky into her lap. "Because they want my head." She frowned. "God, no, that doesn't sound right. They want the data in my head. SHIELD data. Probably even that old Chimera Order shit too. I still remember all of that stuff, you know, the numbers and even the ingredients for the bombs they used to make. All that shit got destroyed by Paterson after I learned it, you know? I'm probably the only person who knows that stuff." She looked up at her boyfriend. He wasn't glaring anymore, but he still didn't look happy. "They... won't kill me because they want the information."

"What about other people, Remy?" Clint asked, still keeping his distance. "They had other men around ready to hurt innocent bystanders! You have to realize that they were willing to kill other people just to get you to come with them!"

"I... I asked them not too."

"Asking them won't get you shit." He snapped. "They'll do whatever the hell they want to get you to come with them. Sure, they could have told you that they wouldn't kill anyone at the park, but that doesn't mean shit. The second you walked away, they could have killed people just because."

Remy bit her lip, looking down at Lucky. He was pulling at her shoelaces, growling before he dropped the laces and looked at Clint. He hopped off Remy's lap and padded over to the other human in the room, sniffing at his shoes before attacking the cuff of his pants.

Clint sighed heavily and shook his head. Without another word he left the room, leaving Remy and the puppy alone. She scrambled to get to her feet, scooped Lucky into her arms, and followed after him. "Clint, wait, where are you going?!"

"I can't really look at you right now, Remy." He told her as he stormed down the hallway. "Besides, Fury wants to talk to you so you need to go find him. He's probably in his office."

She stopped following him and watched him walk away, blinking back tears. Well, shit. Guess she needed to go talk to Fury. He was probably going to yell at her too.


"Why the hell do you have a dog?" Fury asked when Remy walked into his office, still clutching that leash.

"Because he was used as bait and I didn't want to leave him." She replied with a shrug, taking her usual seat across from his desk. She reached down and pulled Lucky into her lap, giggling softly as the puppy attacked her face with kisses. "I kind of was thinking of getting a dog anyway and figured that guy didn't really want this puppy, so why not? I could raise him to be a guard dog."

Lucky currently had his two front paws on Remy's face as he tried to chew on her hair, his tail wagging happily.

"He sure is a fierce beast. The Chimera Order doesn't stand a chance." Fury commented dryly. Remy just shrugged, grunting when one of Lucky's paws scraped her cheek while the other nearly ended up in her mouth. Fury shook his head and looked at her. "So you tried to talk your way out of being killed again. This time with other people being at risk of death."

"Yea, see, Clint already yelled at me about that." Remy sighed, pushing Lucky down into her lap as he tried to scramble over her shoulder. "But I'm ready for you to do to the same, so bring it on. Or should I just repeat what Clint said? I know what I did was stupid and that I could have gotten people killed. I panicked. I did the same thing I did back at the prison, only this time I didn't have a chair to throw."

"And this time you had two guns pointed at you by trained militia instead of one idiot." Fury said, leaning back in his seat. "We had seven of them in custody."

She looked up at that and frowned.

"Did you say 'had'?"

He nodded. "Had seven. Now we just have two. Apparently they went the way of Nora Clark. On the trip back to here, five of them bit down on a cyanide capsule disguised as a tooth. Guess they are scared of being interrogated by SHIELD."

"Well... okay." She nodded, not really sure what to say. "What about the other two?"

"Hill's busy interrogating one. Coulson has the other."

"Wait, Coulson's back too from whatever the hell he's doing?" She frowned. "How long?"

Fury shrugged. "He goes back when Agent Barton goes back."

Oh. Her heart sank thinking of Clint. "Heh, right. That's just another couple of days, isn't it? Will they be able to crack those guys?"

He shrugged again. "Hopefully. These men are dedicated to the cause of the Chimera Order, considering 5 of them willingly took their lives in order to not be interrogated. The other two weren't able to dislodge their pill, which is why they're still alive. As soon as it was realized what happened, their teeth were checked and any false tooth was removed."

Remy winced. "Ugh, how many false teeth were there?"

"Only one in each mouth."

"Ugh."

"Agent Black, considering that this is the second attempt on you in the last month, I'm going to suggest you start learning self defense. Actually, no, not suggest it but order it. I'm going to get in contact with Agent Rollins to get that going. Hopefully you can start as soon as tomorrow because you won't always be so lucky." He stood up and leaned on his desk, narrowing his eye at her. "You need to start taking this seriously now, Agent Black. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." She replied, looking right back at him. "Self defense training. Got it."

"Good." He looked over at Lucky. The puppy was currently chewing on Remy's fingers as he squirmed in her lap. "And get that dog some training and chew toys. Otherwise Coulson will kill you if that thing eats any of his Captain America shit."


It was late when Remy finally got home. She had ran several errands, including shopping for Lucky to get him food, toys, and a bed, and then the vet appointment took forever because she was a walk in. Most of her time was spent at the clinic, which equated to over 3 hours of her sitting around with the squirmy puppy. Thankfully they let her feed him and walk him to get some of the wiggles out, but it was still an ordeal. In the end it was worth it when he was given a clean bill of health and they were able to tell her he was definitely a cocker spaniel and golden retriever mix. He would basically be the size of a puppy for most of his life, which was fine with her. Next thing she needed to do was get him a pet license.

Once Remy dropped off the bags, she took Lucky outside again to do his business. She made sure to stay in front of the building, letting him sniff around the small patch of grass that was in front of it. She kept her guard up for the 10 minutes she was out there, making eye contact with every person who walked by. There was no telling if she was going to walk into another trap again. Remy needed to make sure she kept either to SHIELD or her apartment when Clint was away; maybe she could get Brock to go with her on errands.

As soon as she was back in her apartment, she let Lucky off the leash. Immediately the puppy ran toward one of the bags, sniffing curiously as he pawed at it. She slipped her shoes off and dumped the bag of toys out for him before heading to her room. To her surprise, Clint was in there and fast asleep in her bed. Well, she was not expecting that at all so she grabbed her pajamas that were on the floor and crept back out to the living room to change. She thought he would have been staying at his own apartment for the rest of his stay, figuring he was still mad about earlier.

Sighing, she grabbed the dog bed and laid it out in the middle of the living room before throwing a blanket on it and some toys. Next she picked Lucky up and placed him on it. "Okay, dude, get some sleep." She whispered, petting him softly. "Wake me up if you need something. Bark or whatever it is you do."

The puppy woofed, picking up a chew toy and shaking it. Remy rolled her eyes and went to the couch, laying back on it before pulling a blanket over her. She kept her eyes on the puppy as he rolled around in his bed with the toy, growling and woofing as he fought with it.

Her mind kept going over how the day went. Everything had been fine until Clint told her to go pet Lucky. And she was fine to do it, because he was a cute little puppy, but then everything escalated so quickly that it was hard to register how fast it all happened. One second she was petting Lucky, the next her hair was being pulled and there was a gun pointed at her forehead. It was probably stupid to have yelled and carried on the way she did, but she didn't know what else to do to stall them. They were going to hurt Clint and others, and Remy didn't want that to happen.

Then again, she should have just listened to Clint when he told her to stop talking. He was trained for these sort of situations and she certainly wasn't. She could seriously endangered someone by her disregard of the situation, but she had been terrified. Remy thought back to when she was 15 with the ear piece and recording the conversation with Robert Paterson – the conversation that would help get him arrested and taken down. She had stalled then, asking stupid questions and trying to prolong the ordeal to get him to talk more. And now apparently that's how she chose to react to these situations now: if she feels threatened, she'll just ramble on about whatever. What else was her memory for if not to store things for a later time?

And she had been serious about reciting Death of a Salesman to keep the ramblings going if it called for it.

Her attention turned to Lucky. The retriever mix was settling down on his bed finally, content to chew on the stuffed dragon Remy had bought him. Why the hell did she suddenly have a dog? This was never part of any plan, ever. Yes, she liked dogs. They were cute and fun to look at, but she also knew they were like having a kid in terms of responsibility.

But Lucky was being used to get to Remy. How that goon knew to have a puppy with him in the park, she wasn't sure, but Lucky had been unfairly used and she couldn't help but feel a little connection with the furry devil when she thought how she had been used by Paterson as a kid. Not to mention she didn't know what was going to happen to him after the agents rushed in. She couldn't let him get sent to the shelter. He was just as innocent in this situation as she was.

Innocent and destructive. God, what was she thinking? This monster was going to destroy the apartment and everything in it. Coulson was going to murder her for this, she was sure of it. They never discussed having pets, mostly because he was always gone. So for her to spring this on him? Oh, he'll kill her. This wasn't the kind of surprise he would want to come home too.

Lucky gave a sleepy growl as he rolled around again with the toy. She could see he was getting tired, so hopefully he'd fall asleep soon. Remy just hoped she'd be able to wake up to him needing to go pee or something so she wouldn't wake up to a nasty surprise.


Closing Note: Okay I'm not super great at writing conflict, but I knew that Clint had to get mad at her for what she did in the previous chapter.

I also had to add Lucky because a) I love Fraction's Hawkeye comics and therefore I love Lucky, and b) it's been a year since my own dog passed away so I really needed to write in a dog in this story. Golden retriever cocker mixes are so adorable I feel if everyone looked at one they would never feel sadness again. That is why I chose that breed for this Lucky.