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Clint's POV

Their return to the base in New York was made in silence. Clint's thoughts were on his memories and on his decision. He knew he had to talk to Panov. What he wasn't sure about was if he could talk to Coulson about it?

He wasn't sure that he trusted Coulson enough. There was some trust being built between them. However it wasn't enough for Clint to open his heart.

When they arrived back at the base Coulson walked with him to medical. Medical was open and only a handful of people in it. Agents were getting shots or blood drawn. Upon seeing them however a nurse came over. She wasn't one Clint had dealt with before. Then again they changed nurses quite often. Just like with agents coming and going from the base.

She asked in a high pitch that made him hide a wince, "What can I do for you agents?"

Coulson said in a cold tone that Clint wasn't used to, "I need a complete check up on Agent Barton and myself. Doctor Banks please."

The nurse pursed her lips before turning her cold green eyes to Clint. He didn't flinch with the eyes on him. He had seen worse from Alex even before Medusa. The coldness from both of them only increased during Medusa.

This nurse was nothing compared to Alex. So he met her cold look with an even colder one of his own. She did flinch before scurrying off to find the doctor. This only reaffirmed his hatred of the medical wing.

Coulson ordered, "Calm down, Agent Barton. You don't want to piss off anyone here. They have to clear you for field duty just like psych."

Clint snapped back, "I don't like her. There's something off about her."

Coulson only gave him a deadpan look. The man didn't believe him. Then again he didn't give the other a reason to. His statement was based purely off Clint's gut instinct. However it was that same instinct that kept him alive for so long.

So he would make sure that the woman wouldn't treat him. Whether his gut instinct panned out or not. It was better safe than sorry.

His attention was drawn by the woman returning. She asked them to follow her and she put the in one of the enclosed room. Once again she glared at him but didn't say anything. He hoped she was one of the nurses that didn't stay long. It would make his life easier. Then again when had his life ever been easy?

Immediately upon entering the room Clint put his back in the corner. He didn't care if the doctor didn't like it. This was where he was going to stay until this examination was over. Coulson for his part didn't say anything just moved to stand against the wall.

It didn't take long for Doctor Banks to come in. Their grey eyes clashed. The doctor's being calmer than his own. He bowed his head slightly in respect of the older man.

Banks ordered calmly, "Roll up your sleeves, agents. I'll get some blood from you both then do the check up."

Clint glanced over at Coulson who immediately began rolling up his sleeves. So Clint followed suit and rolled up his own sleeves. Banks moved slowly grabbing his wrist. In his left hand was an empty syringe. It took all of his self control not to lash out.

Banks knew what he was doing and it only took one try to hit a vein. When he had what he needed he released Clint's wrist. Still his eyes lingered as if looking for something. Then he turned to Coulson. It was just as quick but the man's eyes didn't linger as they had with him. For good or for ill he had caught the doctor's attention. He wasn't sure which it was yet.

The doctor handed off vials of their blood to a nurse. Then his grey eyes turned to Clint.

Softly he said, "Sit forward, Agent Barton."

Cautiously he complied. The doctor moved around with a chair so that he sat just to Clint's right side. He wasn't directly behind him but neither did it effect what he needed. A cold metal touched his back right behind his heart. Instinct told him to break the contact. That the metal was a gun and his life was in danger.

Banks said softly, "Breathe in... good... breath out. Breathe in... Breathe out."

The order was soft and unobtrusive. It calmed his instincts just like with Panov. The cold metal moved to behind his lungs. He began to take slow deep breaths.

Banks said moving away now, "Your lungs and heart sound good. As long as your blood work comes back fine I don't see a problem clearing you. Your turn Coulson."

Coulson's seemed to go just as slow as his own. However he didn't give quiet orders. Coulson just did what was expected of him. It gave Clint a whole new respect for the doctor.

When it was over the nurse knocked on the door. This one was different than the woman that brought him to the room. She flashed him a gentle smile before she handed papers to Banks. Then she was gone.

Banks looked over the papers before he said, "Good news Agents. You both are cleared medically. Don't forget to speak with your respective psych doctors. Agent Barton stay behind a moment."

Coulson glanced at the doctor curiously. Then he looked to Clint to see if he was okay with it. All it would take was for him to shake his head and Coulson would stay. If he nodded then Coulson would stay.

For a second he hesitated then ever so slightly he gave a nod. He could take this doctor if the man tried something. It did make the younger agent curious. Why did this doctor want to talk to him alone? They only saw each other once before when he had first been brought in.

Coulson nodded his acceptance and left the room. He wondered if his handler would wait for him. It wasn't likely. No one waited for him before why would they now.

When they were alone Banks moved so that he stood across from Clint. It was in a way that he didn't block the exit in case he decided to run. What surprised him was that the man seemed nervous.

Banks said his hand going under his shirt, "When we first met I didn't realize who you were. Your grey eyes instead of blue should have been an indicator."

Clint's eyes narrowed. Where was the man going with this? He likely realized that he was a Medusan. So what was the problem?

Banks pulled out a pair of dog tags from under his shirt. Then he held them out to Clint. He took the tags examining them closely. The first thing he noticed was that they were stained with blood. It was old by how the color was black instead of red. They read.

Charlie of Century Team 3. That name was familiar to him. If he remembered correctly the Charlie of that team was a twenty five year old black haired man at the time. He was also a squad leader just like Clint. Like Clint he was a volunteer. Joined because of something that happened in his past.

Century Team 12 had received a call one night. A team had been captured by unknown subjects. They requested that his team pursue and rescue. It was one of his worst missions.

They had broken through one of the camps. The only one alive was Charlie. The rest of the team died in terrible ways. Some had been torn apart. Others simply executed after the torture.

Charlie was in bad shape though. His right leg was shattered and torn to shreds. His left side had several knife wounds. It took all they had to get him back to camp alive. The next day the command sent a helicopter to get him out.

Looking up as he came out of his thoughts he said quietly, "I remember this man. It was only a few months into my time with the group. He was the only survivor of his squad."

Banks said with a wry smile, "He is my son. His name is Alex Banks and he is getting married in three weeks. When his proposal was accepted there was one thing he asked of me. To find Delta of Century Team 12. The man who made sure he made it home to his girlfriend."

"How did you know? I could have been any member of Medusa."

Banks said pointing to his side, "You were injured rescuing my son. A bomb exploded and tore through your right side. The scar matches with what my son said."

It was true. The scars were pronounced. It wasn't the only set he had but it was one of bad ones.

He asked carefully, "What does he want with me? We don't use real names for a reason, doctor."

Banks answer was to pull out an envelope from his jacket. It had his callsign on it. After taking a deep breath to calm himself he opened it and read.

To Delta of Century Team 12,

I know that as a whole we swore never to talk to each other again. However you saved my life when you could have left me to die. Or killed me yourself and tell everyone I died before you got there.

Instead you pulled me out of that hell hole. I know you were injured in the process but not once did you drop me or tell anyone till we got back to camp. I owe you my life and happiness.

By the time this reaches you I will likely be married already. If by some miracle my father finds you before the wedding I wish to invite you. You don't have to tell me your name. It would mean a lot to me to have the man who saved my life at my wedding.

Charlie of Century Team 3

By the time Clint finished reading it his hands were shaking. His breathing was becoming to come in ragged gasps. Panic filled him. They weren't supposed to find him. If they could find him so could his enemies.

It wasn't safe to be there anymore. He had to go. He had to find a safe spot.

Movement caught his eye and he flinched away. His hands coming to into a defensive stance. His mind noted that there wasn't a weight on his hip. That meant his side arm was gone. While he was skilled in hand to hand combat he wasn't as comfortable as he was in long range.

The movement drew back away from him and Delta stood. A man with greying black hair stood in front of him. This was not one of his men or any Medusan he knew.

He stepped forward and growled, "Move."

The man obeyed his eyes widening in surprise. He then said sounding surprised, "So this is Delta."

Delta snarled, "You know me but I don't know you. Back off. Now."

The man raised his hands and said softly, "Easy... Agent Barton I just helped you remember. Its Doctor Banks."

Delta wasn't listening as he moved around the room. Instead he kept his eyes on the man's hands. He said he was a doctor. That meant he was dangerous.

When he reached the door he shouldered it open. His eyes never leaving the man until the door was closed. Then he scanned the hallway it seemed he was alone. At least for the moment. It wouldn't last once they realized he was gone.