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Clint's POV

Two weeks passed much the same as his first day did. Though during the nights he found the air vents he could fit in. This gave him the chance to explore his new residence.

It had not taken him long to find Fury's office. On the seventeenth floor in a black hallway he found it. There was only one set of vents going into the office. Knowing the one eyed man was alert he had to be sure not to make a sound.

Interesting meetings happened in the office. It was much like when he was part Medusa. Listening to meetings that he was not invited to. This time in a building instead of a forest.

When he was cleared to he was assigned to a training group. The group was full of a bunch of men. Roughly in their twenties. By far he was the youngest of the group. The only time he would see Coulson would be to find Almanac.

Being the last to arrive and the youngest he was heckled and bothered. They hated him for an unknown reason. Likely because he was so young. Or that they knew nothing about him.

He shared a room with three other men. Not that he stayed there. Instead he spent his time in the vents sleeping there. Or on the roof when he couldn't sleep.

Now he walked towards the gym where he would train. A man with greying black hair and green eyes stood watching the trainees. When Clint walked in the green eyes turned to appraise him.

He said in a calm tone," Clint Barton the newest trainee."

The man looked him up and down as he said," Kote I'm your trainer. Gave me three laps around the track."

Without questioning the order he ran around the track. Years in the forest gave him stamina and speed. It took barely a minute for each of the laps.

Kote said nodding," Good. I've seen faster though. Let's get you into the ring and see what you can do."

The man turned to one of the trainees who watched carefully. He snapped," Trainee Jameson get in the ring. Rest of you get back to training."

A man walked cockily towards the ring. Clint gave the trainer a look that said. Really? Then hopped into the ring.

Kote snapped," No killing or maiming. Other than anything goes."

The trainer had barely finished speaking before attacking. Clint faded and Delta came forward. Delta struck out his fist colliding with the others abdomen. The strike meant for Delta's face missed by a long shot.

Cold grey eyes surveyed the older man. His training seemed to be that of a boxer. Not someone who had seen in real combat.

Delta had similar training in the Circus. Then he had been recruited into the CIA. They wanted someone who could blend in. Who could learn a multitude of languages. So he did.

Clint Barton was fluent in over fourteen different languages. He was a conversationalist in ten more. All before he was eighteen.

Delta was probably the most dangerous part of him. The part that would kill anyone who stood in his way.

Delta found many openings in the older man's defense. The man protected his face more than his abdomen. This left him weak and vulnerable.

Delta pounded the man down. When he hit the mat the instructor order," Enough. I think we have seen enough Trainee Barton."

It took Clint several moments to gain back control. He had slipped to easily into his dark persona. Too easily for him to be comfort.

Kote said looking him over," That's enough. Meet me in the range in ten minutes."

With a sharp nod he left the room and headed up two flights of stairs. Then three hallways over. It only took a minute for him to reach the range.

Clint inspected the range. It had targets all over it. On one wall had an assortment of weapons. They ranged from all forms of guns and knives. To his surprise a compound bow with arrow.

A grin touched his face. He loved bows. The first time he touched a bow was in the circus. Ever since then he found that he had a knack with the bow he enjoyed it. Far more than using a gun. He even occasionally used it in Medusa.

Knowing it would be awhile before Kote came in. He picked up the bow. It was strung and ready for for use. He pulled at the string flexing the bow. It was a good bow but it could have been modified to be better.

The next thing he picked up was an arrow. It was well balanced. It's feathers were well oiled. The point was sharped. Ready to be used.

Without missing a beat he began to shoot at targets. They were meant for knife throwing. As he would grab an arrow and would turn and fire. Each arrow hit its target. Exactly where he aimed.

The arrows soon ran out. When they were completely a whistle was sounded. He turned to see Kote standing there. Having watched him fire arrows with deadly accuracy.

Clint dropped his bow arm so not to be a threat to the agent. Then he asked," How long were you standing there?"

Kote said," Just a few moments. When I was told you favored a bow I thought they were crazy. There's no way someone could be that accurate with such an archaic weapon. Obviously I was wrong. Are you any good with other weapons?"

Clint went through the weapons touching each one. Finally he found a knife that he liked. After testing its weight he threw it at one of the targets."

It whistled past Kote's ear. It landed perfectly in the bullseye target.

Clint whispered," I can use any weapon you give me. Give me a few days to learn it."

Then he was given every gun on the table. Told to fire at targets until the clips were empty. He did so without question.

When they were done all the targets bullseye. Many of them had single or one or two bullet holes. If one were to look they would find multiple bullets in a single hole.

Kote said," Alright. Last thing you need to do is go speak with psych."

Clint paled. The last thing he needed was to speak with a psychiatrist. They all thought he was crazy. Especially considering he had the second personality thanks to Medusa.

Kote said with a grin," Don't worry about it. Every agent has to have an evaluation before they are trained. Then again before they become an official agent."

Great. Not just once but twice he would have to talk to the doctor. Feeling like he was walking towards his own execution. Making his way towards the psych rooms.

Panov's POV

Why he decided to help SHIELD with their agents he would never understand. It was something deep in him that told him he should. Last night he had received a message telling him he had a new patient. Someone to talk to and be sure they were sane enough to be a field agent.

His office was plain for the most part. There was a plain dark wood desk with a similar wooden chair. This chair had good padding on it.

A couch was on one of the walls. It was away from both the door and the window. With agents being his patients this would help them feel at ease.

He was sitting in the chair when a knock sounded on his door. It was hesitant. Obvious of his new patient. One he who was nervous about this meeting.

He called out calmly," Enter."

A boy entered. He couldn't have been older than seventeen. He had dirty blond hair and grey eyes. Those grey eyes were guarded but not fearful.

The boy said with as much courage as the boy could muster," I'm here for my appointment."

The boy said appointment with such loathing Morris knew that the boy didn't like doctors. This didn't surprise him. Many agents didn't like the doctors they were assigned for.

Morris Panov had been working with SHIELD for two years. He had been helping Fury as a favor to his old friend. Morris had helped Fury through issues of his own. Even though Morris was only 24. He was one of the most respected psychiatrists in the United states currently.

He stood and said in a calm tone," My name is Morris Panov. I will be your psychiatrist. What's your name?"

The boy looked him up and down mistrust in that grey gaze. It reminded him of a man named Lukas Lambert. That grey gaze was the same in both of them. He wondered if they knew each other.

Finally the boy said," Clint Barton."

Morris Panov the boy had said it with a brief moment of hesitation. Like he didn't believe that was his name. Now he was curious about the reason why. So he moved across his desk so that he stood closer to the boy. Barton moved away from him eyeing the doctor.

Morris raised his hands in a noncombative way as he said," I mean you no harm. How about we sit on the couch?"

Barton moved towards the couch that was indicated. Never turning his back once on the doctor. It seemed the boy was paranoid. Reminded him of Alex Conklin.

Barton sat on the edge of the couch his grey eyes watching his every move. Slowly so not to startle Barton he pulled his chair around and sat in front of him. The boy's leg bounced slightly. A sign of anxiousness.

Morris said with a kind look," You are anxious. Want to talk about it?"

The boy stared stonily at him. His jaw was tight and working. As if keeping himself from saying something.

Sighing he said," I'm not here to judge you, Mr. Barton. I just need to be sure that you are ready for the field."

Barton said quietly," Things happened. I am not the same person I used to be."

:By the look of guilt he wasn't sure he wanted to be,: thought the doctor.

What could he have done that was so bad? He was just a kid. Many people he saw in here were much older. Yet only the most experienced field agents had that look. The look of someone who had the weight of the world on their shoulders. Knowing that this line of questioning wouldn't get him anywhere he tried another tactic. One that worked many times on Alex.

"What do they have you working on? Your a trainee but your file says they have you working on something."

The boy looked away as he mumbled something incoherently. Panov sighed. He would have his work cut out for him on this one.

He said calmly but firmly," Try that again. This time louder and more coherent."

Grey eyes shot up. They analysed his face for a moment. As if searching for something.

He must have found it because he said in a clearer tone of voice," Codes. They have me working on codes they couldn't break."

Now that was interesting. He knew that Fury had some of the best code breakers in the world. What kind of code could it be that they couldn't break?

A knock sounded at the door startling both of them. Barton had mistrust in his eyes when Morris went to open the door. Phil Coulson stood there in his pristine suit.

Instead of greeting him he turned to Barton and said," We have another transmission about to come in. Are you coming?"

Unsurprisingly the boy jumped at the opportunity to get away. It seemed they would need more sessions. Not that Morris expected anything else. If the boy opened up to him immediately he would wonder if any of it was true.

So for now he would let Barton go. He would note in the boy's file for sessions to be continued. Most of the agents in the building had them. One more wouldn't hurt anything.

Clint's POV

He let his encounter with the doctor pass to the back of his mind as they entered the communications room. He grabbed the headset piece connected to the monitor. On screen was the last known position of Almanac.

The line clicked and a voice said in fluent Vietnamese in their revolving code," Almanac to Delta come in Delta."

This was the first time he would respond back. As proof of who he was he would use another callsign. One that he had been known to use before.

He said into the mike using the same coded language," Snake lady to Almanac I read you. What's you status?"

There was stunned silence both over the comms and the room. While the room had no idea of the meaning of the code. Almanac did.

He got the response he expected," You bastard I've been trying to contact you for weeks. Confirm your identity."

A small smile played at his lips as he replied," The last time we used this code I took my team into a typhoon and jumped out of a plane in it."

A breathy sigh of relief came over the line. Many people gave him odd looks but he ignored them. Instead he favored his brother with his full attention.

He asked in their code," Where are you, Gordon?"

Gordon replied after a moment," Twelve clicks from my last transmission. I need an extraction. Can you gather a team in time to meet me?"

To gather a team meant that he was being followed. That there were was a danger to him. He wasn't asking for just any team. He was asking for a Medusan team. Asking for Delta to come and help him.

His mind was already figuring how long it would take. Two days. It would take at least two days for him to gather a team of trustworthy Medusan's.

He said in plain English," I can have a team ready to go in forty eight hours. The group Im in could have one sooner."

Looking at Coulson the man nodded then touched an analysts shoulder. Then began to talk to someone on another line.

Gordon asked," Do you trust them?"

Delta was the one who answered this time," As much as I trust anyone."