Out of all the training SHIELD was trying to cram into me in such a short time, weapons was far the easiest thing I had come across. Besides flying that was. I'd been stuck on the bus with the same recruits in my hand to hand class and taken to the range. The range was an hour away from the Triskelion and tucked away from public eye. It had all the ranges you could possible need. Short range all the way to a full-on sniper range. I'd looked at that longingly as the bus drove past it. Right now I was lying on the ground with a semi-automatic M-16 rifle that comfortable in my hands. I had to thank all the summers we spent as kids running around my grandparents cattle ranch shooting things. I was pretty damn accurate, especially like this. I had all the time in the world to set my shot up. The instructor had seen my first lot of groupings and told me just to do as I pleased. I was staring at a new target feeling bored. For my own amusement I started to shoot my way around a target circle. Each hole next to each other. Something Jared and I practiced as kids. There were no petrol cans to blow up so this would have to do.

I only had a week to go until I'd be put with a team and allowed in the field. Hill explained to me in the last email from her that I would definitely be assigned to a STRIKE team under Fury's orders. There were five STRIKE teams stationed at the Triskelion and it would be one of them. In the same email it also said my clearance level would end up being what team I ended up working with. Jared was a level 7. I'd be pretty damn happy to be close to him to competitiveness sake. I don't know if I was excited or terrified. Despite everything, I was actually starting to enjoy myself here. Flying with Ian was always the highlight of my day. Between Riley helping me out with everything else, and Jared's guidance on anything I asked about, I was starting to feel somewhat comfortable now.

I scratched under my earmuffs and focused back on my target. They were USAF issued ones, unlike the regular ones everyone else was wearing. These ones allowed you to hear a normal conversation while muting out the sound of the gunfire. It was handy because I could hear everything that was being said. Two new guys had joined the instructors and were watching everyone carefully. One was dressed in a tight shirt and combat pants who looked vaguely familiar. He was all muscle with sandy blonde hair. He wore sunglasses which seemed to be the standard around here. The other dressed in an immaculate suit. I wasn't paying too much attention to it until the one in the tight shirt spoke.

"Come on Coulson, why am I here? I have so many better things to be doing," he grumbled to the one dressed in a suit. "These are a bunch of fresh rookies, nothing interesting. Or is this some new form of cruel and unusual punishment?"

"Watch the one on the end, Barton," Coulson said. "I think you'll find her interesting."

I thought I recognised him. That was Clint Barton or Hawkeye. One of the best agents SHIELD ever had. The guy was a legend, along with Black Widow. All the stories I'd heard from Jared about them suddenly came to mind. And our very brief encounter at the elevator yesterday.

"The freakishly blonde one?" Clint asked. "I nearly said bottle blonde but that's definitely her natural hair colour. You can tell by her complexion."

I ignored both of them and kept on with my shooting. I had finished the outer circle and now I moved to the middle one. I'd give Barton one thing, he had sharp eyes. Everyone else assumed my hair colour came from a bottle.

"Yep, who else has freakishly blonde hair?" Coulson asked sounding slightly amused.

"Jared," Clint said simply. "Or pick any Lyngley in SHIELD, they're mostly all really fucking blonde."

Obviously, Barton had never my Mom. She was brunette.

"That's his twin sister," Coulson explained. "Kari."

"Thought so." Clint sounded mildly impressed. "They looked far too much alike. She's the one Ian McNaught has been training, isn't she?"

"That's her," Coulson confirmed. There was a pause before Coulson spoke again. "I'm really surprised you haven't met her yet."

"If you hadn't noticed Coulson, Jared is a little bit protective of his baby sister," Clint said dryly. "After what happened I don't think he's ready to share her with anyone yet. Not even me or Nat."

That explained why Jared hadn't introduced us yet. It was better than Jared being an asshole and not wanting to share his friends.

"So, what's happening with her in SHIELD now?" Clint asked after a few moments of silence.

"According to Fury, she'll be put with a STRIKE team. I thought he'd gone mad when he told me and the STRIKE leaders. There is usually a reason behind what he does though."

The pair were silent for a bit and I could feel them watching me. I ignored it and just kept shooting. I wasn't shooting very quickly, taking my time to line the target up to get the circle as close perfect as possible. Now I knew I was being watched, I felt like showing off a little. At least I was 100% confident in my shooting abilities if nothing else.

"Nice shooting," Coulson said after a good minute of silence from the pair.

"Yeah she's listening to us as well," Clint said dryly. "USAF earmuffs, she can hear everything everyone is saying. Watch her cock her head to the right every time we speak."

I paused for a second debating whether to respond to it. Now I was aware of it, I could feel my head slightly tilted to the right. It would have been barely noticeable at the distance they were standing. How could I respond to that? I think telling the infamous Hawkeye to fuck off was bordering on suicidal. Even if he was friends with Jared.

I was moving onto the inner ring when an arrow whizzed by me and embedded itself into the target. Perfect bullseye. The range suddenly went quiet and everyone seemed to be staring at me. I hid my smile and took careful aim. I knew a challenge when it was presented to me. I let out a careful breath and sighted the arrow. It was going to be a damn lucky shot if I hit it. Squeezing the trigger I let a single shot off.

I grazed the fletching on the arrow, the bullet just going a hair width too wide to the right. I screwed my nose up at my shot. Dammit, I should have taken my time instead of trying to show off. Another second of calculation and a very minor adjustment for wind speed and I would have gotten it. Boots crunched next to me and I squinted against the sun as I looked up to see Barton standing over me, bow still in his hand.

"You missed," he raised an eyebrow at me looking mildly disappointed. His sunglasses were on the top of his head now. His expression was stern but his blue eyes were crinkled with what I thought might be humour. I could be wrong though. I wasn't very good at reading people.

I felt a surge of competitiveness at his words. The way he looked at me was like he expected me to shrink away and not say anything. I flicked my gaze to his arrow and pushed my power into it. It shattered, leaving my circle of bullet holes left in the target. The person who was shooting next to me visibly jumped and moved away as far as they could from me. Shit, maybe I shouldn't have done that.

"I don't believe I did Agent Barton," I said smugly to hide my nerves, turning back towards him raising my own eyebrow.

Clint didn't say anything. His expression barely changed as he glanced back at the target and walked away. I inwardly cringed hoping I didn't offend him too much. That would just be typical of me, piss off one of the top Agent's right before I'd be doing fieldwork. What's more, if I pissed off one of Jared's friends I'd be making my stay in DC very awkward. Fighting back a sigh I turned back to my target and lined up my next shot. Why did I always have to do things before thinking them through? I only got two more shots in before Clint's boots came into view again. He nudged me in the arm with his boot, making me look up again. He was holding a sniper rifle in his hands looking serious. I mentally braced myself for the lecture I was about to get.

"Ever fired one of these?" Clint asked with a wide grin appearing on his face.

I shook my head feeling my own grin pull at the corner of my lips. Hell fucking yes, this was going to be a good day. Every bit of doubt from before was gone. Clint held his hand out to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet.

"Lets hit the other range and you can put that accuracy to good use."

"Yes Sir," I was grinning like an idiot. I had always wanted to play with a sniper rifle. Not exactly a skill that a fighter pilot needed. I'd been refused numerous times in the Air Force for any course that might let me learn to use one. So I just had to settle for the small civilian allowed one at the ranch with Grams. It was enough to teach me the basics of it. I had good accuracy up to 400 feet. I loved the skill it took for long distance shooting.

"Clint." Clint offered his hand to me to shake. "Or Hawkeye, I don't mind either."

"Kari," I shook his hand.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet Jared's crazy ass twin." Clint motioned for me to follow him. I fell into step beside him easily. It was the advantage of being tall, I would have only been an inch shorter than him.

"The one and only," I said dryly. "I swear everything my brother said about me was a lie."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so quick to admit that," Clint chuckled lightly. "He speaks pretty highly of you. Well, most of the time anyway. There are times where he bitches about you like any other sibling."

"That I find hard to believe," I shook my head. "The speaking highly of me that is."

"Trust me, I heard about the story when you had to pick him up when he was drunk one night and you got mistaken for a stripper," Clint said with a smile that lit up his entire face.

I didn't know whether to laugh or groan in disgust. Of all the stories why did it have to be that one? Jared had been off his face drunk and begged me to come and pick him up. I was on my way from Langley to spend the weekend with him anyway. I was still in uniform when I rocked up to the party. As soon as I walked in there had been a large group of guys and Jared nowhere to be seen. Someone had asked very loudly and drunkenly if I was their stripper for the night. I had quickly agreed to it, telling them to pay me my fee straight up like I'd been told I would get. I had managed to wrangle $800 out of them and then simply walked out of the room making an excuse that I was getting changed into something more appropriate. I found Jared, dragged him out and quickly left without another word. When Jared heard about it at work he'd been in tears from laughing so hard.

"Well, it had been a long day and I figured Jared and I could do with the money for the weekend." I decided to laugh. It was a funny story. "I hadn't seen him for a few months and I thought we could do the tourist thing in DC. The Air Force doesn't pay as well as SHIELD does."

"I think we're going to get on just fine Kari," Clint laughed hard at my explanation. "Have you been assigned a team yet?"

"Nothing yet, I only got an email from Agent Hill this morning about it." I wished I knew more about my fate. The waiting was killing me.

"Two tours in the Middle East, both requested not ordered," Clint looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Took every optional weapons course possible, made some Special Ops and Rangers cry about the unfairness of you being a girl and not being able to be one of them."

"He was a SEAL instructor actually," I laughed nervously correcting him. It seems someone had gotten a good look at my personal file. Jared must not have been shy about sharing stories about me. "And it was only my shooting he was impressed with. I never got invited to SEAL training. Wrong branch of the military there and I lack three important pieces of equipment. Or so they tell me they're important."

"Thank god SHIELD doesn't still live in the 1950's believing females can't be operatives. You were the first female Raptor pilot, you're officially a badass, and more than capable of kicking some serious ass." Clint countered, giving me a smile. "If you don't get assigned to me and Nat I'll cry. I hear there's quite the argument over who gets you."

"Now Hawk you should at least buy me a coffee first before you go reading my file and learning all about me," I teased to cover my excitement, feeling my nerves fade away. I only knew the bare basics of the STRIKE groups. I did know Barton and Romanoff were a STRIKE Team to themselves, destination Delta. No one had ever been picked for their team before. I was surprised to hear people were arguing over me. I didn't have that much to offer any of the STRIKE Teams. I figured there'd be an argument with however got stuck with me because they didn't want someone like me around.

"If I wasn't married then I would for sure," Clint laughed. "And it's Hawkeye. Not Hot Guy either, you call me that and I'll kill you. No matter what some of the other guys say I don't like that variation of my codename. Big Bird is out of bounds too."

"Well, Hawk will do then," I said smugly. I was a little surprised at that bit of information. Clint really didn't look like the type of guy to be settled down and married. Then again no one in his profession would really be that type of person. Jared joked to me on many occasions that SHIELD had the biggest single population in any workforce on this planet. I'd heard the exact same thing coming from Riley.

"Great." Clint rolled his eyes playfully. My tease only made him smile wider. "You know I'll speak to Jared and find out an embarrassing nickname for you."

"That's fine, you can call him Sidestep to embarrass him," I said smoothly. "That's what he ended up being called at school. Because of his teleporting and the fact he always managed to step around trouble."

"So nothing has changed then," Clint laughed again. "Nat works with Jared a fair bit doing super spy shit. I need something new to tease him about. How's living with Jared going? I imagine he's a pain in the ass to deal with on a 24/7 basis."

"It's not that bad." I felt compelled to defend Jared a little. He had been a very good sport about me invading his personal space. "It could be so much worse. He's dying to get back to some real work, as he keeps calling it.

"If he hadn't of burnt down that building in Helsinki he wouldn't have that problem of being stuck at home," Clint scoffed. "He only has himself to blame there. You ready?"

I had been so engrossed in our conversation I'd barely noticed to walk to the long range shooting range. It was completely deserted except for us.

"Hell fucking yes I'm ready," I couldn't stop the grin on my face. This was the first time this month where I'd felt like being in SHIELD really wasn't going to be the end of the world for me. Now if only I could get assigned to STRIKE Team Delta. Then things would really be working in my favour. Funny how Jared had joked about it a few weeks ago. But then again knowing my luck I could be doing nothing but sit in a Quinjet watching a STRIKE team from afar for the next 12 months.

"Standard issue M24 sniper rifle, bolt action." Clint sat down on the ground and started to put the rifle on its stand. "This baby is live so be nice to her and don't think about shooting Coulson's coffee cup. It makes him pretty mad."

"You sound like you know from experience," I said as I settled down behind the rifle watched Clint carefully as he set it up. I couldn't stop my silly small grin of excitement about it. Not only was I finally getting to shoot one, it was none other than the legendary Hawkeye showing me how to do it.

"I do," Clint chuckled. "Coulson is my handler, Natasha's as well. I was very young when SHIELD recruited me and I gave him all sorts of hell. He blames me for all his grey hairs."

"From the stories I've heard about you, you need all the handling you can get," I grinned as Clint moved so I could settle behind the rifle. I quickly stopped myself and glanced up at Clint, hoping he wasn't offended. He wasn't, he just sat there with a carefree grin on his face.

"I've heard the stories about your family dinners," Clint teased me back. "Don't you start with me stripper girl."

"Which is why I avoid them like the plague," I laughed at Clint calling me stripper girl. I quickly settled behind the sniper rifle, peering through the scope. "I'm ready."

There were mannequins placed about half a mile away and then staggered out over the distances. The first few were easy shots. But anything after that would be an interesting display. Clint pulled a pair of binoculars from his pants pocket and looked through them.

"First target. Closest one to you, 2 o'clock, left eye," Clint instructed. "Take your time."

A piece of cake. His words had barely left his mouth before I let the shot off. It hit the target perfectly. I pulled the bolt and reloaded a new bullet into the chamber.

"Nice." Clint whistled in admiration. "All right smart ass, 4th target in second last row. Head and heart shot. Five seconds between shots. Mind the change of wind."

That one was a little tricker. Clint was right that there'd been a tiny change of wind speed. I blew out a breath and readjusted myself for the shots. I squeezed the trigger for the first shot and quickly lined the second one up not looking to see if I hit my mark. Only when the bullet went through the chest cleanly did I glance up to my headshot. There wasn't anything left of the head.

"Oops," I grinned sheepishly.

"Very nice." Clint grinned over at me. His praise made me turn pink with embarrassment and pleasure. Someone like Clint telling me it was a very nice shot meant a lot."Very, very nice shooting. Where'd you learn to shoot?"

"Grandparents place," I explained. "Used to sit in the back of a pick up picking off rabbits with a .22. So lots of practice hitting moving targets. Stationary ones are easy. Long distance is because I'm a nerd and I really like physics."

"Is it just with a gun?" Clint asked. There was a small smirk on his face and I had a horrible feeling he already knew the answer. Fucking Jared and his big mouth.

I blushed a little bit under his curious gaze. I really didn't want to admit to the legendary Hawkeye that I didn't mind using a bow either. I had been on the archery team at school and loved every second of it. It was about the only thing I was good at sports wise growing up. I was mostly too uncoordinated for anything else. Jared had teased me mercilessly about it when he'd first joined SHIELD and he had seen me do a Robin Hood and split an arrow with another arrow. Now I knew why he snickered every time he saw me get the bow out when we were at the ranch.

"I can kind of shoot a bow as well," I mumbled quietly. "Obviously not as good as you."

"That's it. I want you and I'm getting you." Clint declared as he stood up. "Everyone else can get fucked. You belong to me and Nat."

"I feel like a lost puppy all of a sudden," I laughed to cover my lingering embarrassment. I knew he was joking but it made me feel very special right now. I doubted Clint was the type of person to be easily impressed. "You found me on the side of the road and now have you beg your Dad to keep me."

"Well, there is a running joke that Coulson and his strays tend to drag other strays in," Clint said with a laugh. "I'm just keeping up with tradition."

I knew the basic story between Clint and Natasha pretty well. She was a KGB agent who had gotten on SHIELD's radar in a bad way and Barton was sent to kill her. For some reason, he made a different call and brought her back instead. It'd been a good call on his behalf. They were the two of the best operatives SHIELD has seen in a very long time. I didn't envy Coulson being their handler in the least. From what I heard from Jared they were both pretty wild, which is why they were so good. They were willing to put themselves into situations no one else would ever dream of. And get themselves out again.

"So I have a potentially rude question," Clint continued when I didn't speak. "Are you like Jared and double gifted? Or is your ice just your only power?"

I couldn't help but start a little at his question. It'd been a very long time since anyone ever openly questioned my powers. When I left for a normal high school would have been the last time.

"No, I can turn invisible as well, it's not as strong as my ice powers though," I said tentatively. "It's fucking hard to maintain, to be honest. I don't really use it."

"Can I see?" Clint asked carefully. "You can tell me to fuck off if you don't want to."

"Sure." After letting me play with the sniper rifle, it was the least I could do. I focused on my entire body and let the invisibility slide over me. Like I explained to Clint, it was damn hard to maintain. I only kept it up for five seconds before appearing again, feeling slightly winded from the effort. "Cool huh?"

"Very fucking cool." Clint grinned at me. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Coulson."

Clint picked the sniper rifle up and slung it over his shoulder before I could grab it.

"I could have taken that," I said feeling a bit odd that he was carrying the weapon for me.

"Yeah but its mine and I'm fussy about people touching my stuff," Clint explained as we started to walk away. "Don't touch my bow's or I'll break your fingers."

The last part was said jokingly and I felt myself smile. It was good to be smiling again and not feeling like the world hated me right now.

"I would love to see you try." The challenge fell from my mouth before I could stop it. Of all the stupid things I could say, that had to pop out of my mouth.

"You're on," Clint said instantly. "Sparring tomorrow in the gym. 0500 and then we'll hit the archery range. You can show me how well you can shoot and I can make you unlearn everything you know."

Holy shit. What had I just gotten myself into? I was going to die. The basic hand to hand course I'd been doing was not going to prepare me for this at all. Rollins had still taken the great pleasure in beating my ass and shattering my confidence every single morning. I didn't shrink under his steady gaze, I just put on what I hoped to be a look of smug confidence.

"Done." I made myself smirk a bit wider repeating his own words. "So on, prepare to have your ass handed to you."

Well, it would be the other way around. But if nothing else I could pick up a few tips from him. Hand to hand was not a strong point of mine. I could defend myself well enough, but I just didn't have the power behind me to do any major damage. The best I could ever do with Jared was get him in a choke hold and kick his knees out from underneath him. I did a few of those terrible self-defence courses while in the Air Force but they were no help at all when it came to this. It wasn't helping that Rollins was still going out of his way to make my life miserable during the classes.

"All I'm hearing now is Natasha's words coming out of your mouth and it's scaring me slightly," Clint laughed with a shake of his head. "But done. Are you getting a lift to work with Jared still?"

"Yeah." I screwed my nose up in disgust. "It's like being a teenager all over again. I have a license but he doesn't trust me enough with his car to let me drive."

"I wouldn't trust Jared to drive," Clint said with a snort. "Actually I think I've seen him drive about five times in the few years I've known him. He teleports everywhere. Scares the shit out of my wife, but the kids love it."

Another surprise for the day. The infamous Hawkeye married and with kids as well.

"You have kids?" I asked. Clint shot me a look of amusement.

"Yeah, don't look so surprised," Clint said. "I know, STRIKE and family life don't go together but it's true. I've got two, a boy and girl. He's six and she's three. My wife is an ER doctor."

"Sorry." I instantly apologised "I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"Don't be sorry." Clint brushed off my apology easily. "Trust me, it's a pretty well-kept secret that I have a wife and kids. I'm just a little surprised you didn't know already from Jared."

It suddenly clicked in my head where Jared disappeared to during the holidays. He always had an excuse to try and avoid Thanksgiving and Christmas family gathering. Mom was always upset at him when he said he couldn't get away from work. There was a bit of a rule we had to come for at least one of the family gatherings. Jared always assured her that he wasn't alone and well looked after during the holiday season, staying with a work colleagues family. A work colleague with two young kids who he loved buying presents for. He never mentioned names though.

"So that's where Jared hides during the holidays" I laughed as I figured it out. "Sneaky asshole, he never mentioned names otherwise Mom would have come and dragged him home."

"Busted so many times over." Clint held his hands up in surrender laughing with me. "My wife, Laura, doesn't mind at all. The kids adore their Uncle Jared. Nat and Coulson spend holidays with us, so it's like one big dysfunctional family with the weirdest set of house rules you will ever come across."

Before I could reply, I heard someone call out Clint's name. It was Coulson standing there on the phone motioning for him to come over. Even under his sunglasses, I could tell Coulson was not impressed with something. Clint let out a small groan and had a pained expression jump over his face.

"What am I in trouble for this time?" Clint lifted the sniper rifle up on his shoulder a little more. "I swear I haven't done anything in like the last two days to merit being in trouble."

"Only two days? It must be hard for you to keep out of trouble for that long," I teased. Then I hoped he wouldn't be offended by it. I don't know why, but he was easy to get along with. Not something I was expecting. Clint just shot me a cheeky smile before heading over to Coulson with a small wave. Coulson got off the phone as we got within hearing range.

"Phil, Kari Lyngley," Clint quickly introduced me. There was no need to, Coulson already knew who I was. But I'm sure Clint was stalling. "This is Coulson, my handler and brother from another mother when I'm not in trouble."

Coulson gave Clint a weary look before turning to me.

"Pleasure, it's nice to put a face to the name that I've heard so much about," Coulson smiled and offered his hand. I shook with him, without the usual display of macho bullshit that I'd gotten used to over the last three weeks. "Barton, what did I tell you about those mission reports?"

"That admin emails reminders for me to complete them for a good reason and I shouldn't send those reminders to the junk mail." Clint reached up to pull his sunglasses back down. He scratched his head and looked around everywhere but Coulson. "Yeah, I know. I'll do them tonight. I promise."

"It's like working with a five year old." Coulson gave me an exasperated smile before turning back to Clint looking stern again. "Do I need to lock you in my office again to get them done?"

"Never." Clint smiled brightly. I couldn't stop the small chuckle that came from me. He looked like a kid that had just been busted with something bad and then gotten out of trouble. "Last time you did that, you took the scotch so I didn't even get anything to drink while I was there."

"My office isn't a bar," Coulson scolded but he had an amused smile starting to creep onto his face. It sounded like this was a conversation they'd had a lot over the years. "And you murder my good scotch by adding ice."

I couldn't stop the shudder that went through me. Or the disgusted noise I made. I agreed with Coulson. Scotch was meant to be drunk by itself, no ice added. Or with dry ginger ale, definitely never coke. Clint glanced at me, looking amused at my silent agreement with Coulson.

"You know Phil," Clint began smoothly. "Kari hasn't been assigned a team yet, and she's a pretty good shot."

"Yeah?" Coulson looked expectedly at Clint and crossed his arms. "And?"

I felt my heart sink a little at the turn of this conversation. It was silly of me to even dream to be assigned to STRIKE Team Delta. I couldn't even get a word in to vouch for myself. Not that I would know what to say. This was beyond me. I was really surprised that Clint had even brought it up.

"And I heard she's a pretty amazing pilot too," Clint continued not looking perturbed by Coulson's lack of interest at all. "You're always harping on about Nat and I never having proper extraction plans, or missing our rides. We could do with having our own pilot. It'll stop giving you so many grey hairs."

Coulson didn't say anything. He just looked at Clint with a fairly blank expression before shrugging his shoulders slightly.

"This one isn't up to me, its Fury's call," Coulson finally said with a shrug. "Talk to him."

There goes that crazy idea right out the window. I doubted Fury would ever go with this idea. I forced a smile on my face and didn't say anything else. It was silly of me to even dream about something like that. Though it was nice to meet Clint. I could see us being friends no matter who I got assigned to. I glanced over to where my group had been to see them started to climb onto the bus. A lot more time had passed than I thought. I'd been so wrapped up in our conversation.

"Shit, that's my ride," I said quickly. "So 0500 tomorrow Hawk? Nice to meet you, Agent Coulson."

"Looking forward to it. Don't be late." Clint grinned at me. "See you tomorrow. If Jared is being an asshole about giving you a lift, get him to ring me and I'll pick you up."

"Thank you." I couldn't put enough gratitude into those two words. Clint had treated me like a friend from the start. It was a nice change of pace.

I turned to run to make the bus. I had no qualms in thinking that I'd be left behind. I wasn't fitting in anywhere. I wasn't a rookie coming through the Academy. And I wasn't an agent yet either. I was stuck in limbo land. Despite Clint's friendliness, I didn't think my company would be welcomed by him or Coulson. I had no doubt there'd be a hot discussion on the way back to where ever they were going. I only just caught their exchange as I rushed up to the bus.

"Hawk? Really Clint you usually punch people when they call you just Hawk." Coulson had turned to Clint sounding amused.

"Well, I like this one even if Jared is her twin, can we keep her? Please, Coulson?"

I laughed under my breath as I made it to the bus just as the doors were about to close. What the hell had I done right to make Clint Barton want me on his team? I shook my head to try and get rid of that thought. It was an idea that was too crazy to contemplate. I needed to let that idea go. A girl could dream though. Clint had given me a much needed confidence boost though. I was on cloud nine on the trip way to the Triskelion.

Authors Note

Yay, we've met Hawkeye AND Coulson! I've got a fair few chapters at the start, so the updates will be regular for the time being. Thank you to everyone who has read this story. Every review and follower just makes my day.

Edited 27th May 2018