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Clint's POV

Being pulled from his spot on Morris's couch was not pleasant. When he was told that the R&D department wanted to see him. That got him moving willingly.

Coulson's confusion was almost palpable. He went from half way dragged out of the doctor's office. To pushing his way through the halls. Disgruntled agent glared at his back but didn't say anything.

His movements only slowed when he reached the elevator. Though his impatientence was beginning to wear on his handler's nerves. The younger man couldn't bring hismself to calm. His idea could better prepare their agents. It could very well save lives of junior agents that didn't know what it meant to be shot. Or to kill.

When the elevator dinged he went straight to the door that hid the R&D from the rest of the facility. The doors opened seconds after he swiped his badge.

Coulson was right behind him with a slight grumble. When Clint crossed the threshold he noticed a person he had never seen before in person. This person was dressed in a suit that had to cost more than he made in a year. He definitely wasnt someone with SHIELD and it set him on edge.

Coulson said in a tone that stated he wasn't happy about the other being there, "Stark. I can't get you to come in to fill report on your suit. Yet here you are in my research and development department. Does Fury know you're here?"

That's where Clint knew the man from. It was Tony Stark multi billionaire. If the rumors were true he was also a vigilante. One that SHIELD was keeping an eyes on.

Stark replied his eyes on Clint, "I was asked to consult on some new training equipment. You must be the one who came up with the idea. I know agent here wouldn't. He's got a stick shoved too far up his ass."

Clint couldn't help himself. He snorted and Coulson glared at him in return.

He held out his hand and said, "Clint Barton level one SHIELD agent."

Stark shook it as he replied, "Tony Stark. They wouldn't catch me dead as one of their agents."

At one time Clint would have been inclined to agree with the sentiment. SHIELD had taken him in even though it required shooting him in the leg first. They had given him to a doctor that tried to understand him first. One who didn't approve of drugging his patients.

Clint replied honestly, "If you asked me a few months ago, I would have agreed with you. Then again I probably would have shot you on sight."

That was just the kind of person Delta was at the time. Before the incident earlier he had been doing really well.

To his surprise Stark laughed, "Most people in this building want to shoot me. You would just be part of that group. Now let's look at what you're wanting for this. I'm surprised that you were able to come up with this without any formal teaching."

Oh he had formal teachings just not in that field. Or officially. All his formal teachings were under David Webb. He had a bachelor's degree in linguistics. Alex had began to send him what he needed for his master's.

It would also be under his Webb identity but it would be useful if he ever needed to leave SHIELD. While some of the higher ups knew about David Webb they couldn't touch that side of him. It was protected by the CIA who wanted to get their operative back one day.

Having already spoken to Alex and Abbot he knew they were working on a new project. There wasn't a lot of information or even a go ahead yet for it. What he did know was that Abbot saw him as the best choice for this project. That Gordon would also be over seeing it. That in itself made the younger man curious.

They began to look over the specs of the room and visors. Stark already had prototypes for the visors. The simulation room would take some time but by the older man's thoughts it could be done.

With the visor in hand they went down to the firing range to test it. It was similar to what he used when he was trying for Medusa. The visor counted his points and accuracy when he shot his pistol.

It didn't have the simulations built into it to make it seem more realistic. Still it was a start. One that they would have to build upon.

Despite being allowed to fire a weapon he could feel Coulson's eyes on him the entire time. The man obviously didn't want to allow him to shoot. There was no other way to test the visor's capabilities.

When they were done he immediately put away the weapon. From the corner of his eye he could see Coulson relax minutely. Things would get better with time. All he had to do was be patient.

Two weeks later

He was wearing a suit. Looking at himself in the mirror caused Clint to frown. These things were constricting. How the hell did Coulson fight in these?

Between Coulson and Panov he was convinced that he needed to go to the wedding. Both as a reminder there was a life outside of Medusa. As well as that he didn't just kill. He saved lives as well.

The tie they had picked out was grey in color. He didn't tell them but he didn't know how to tie these damn things. Never before had he been forced to wear one.

Twice already he had nearly strangled himself with the damn thing. He was focused on the tie that he almost didn't hear the door open. It was too quiet to be Panov. The doctor knew better than to sneak up on him.

Coulson's voice came from behind him, "You seem to be having trouble there, Barton."

Clint growled, "It is a guillotine. How do you fight in these things?"

Coulson turned him slightly so that he faced his handler. Then he answered pulling the tie away from him, "Here let me. Raise the shirt collar and drape the tie around the neck, so the wide end is on the right side and extends about 12 inches below the narrow end. Cross the wide part of the tie over the narrow part. Pull the wide end up through the opening at the neck, then down."

The tie lay perfectly on his chest and it didn't threaten to strangle him. He felt slightly better about wearing the thing.

He said looking away from his handler, "Thank you, Coulson."

Coulson said calm as ever, "Panov and I will be right by your side during this. Trust us."

Clint took a breath reminding himself that he didn't have to do this alone. That there was those that cared about him. When he opened his eyes again there wasn't a single hint of grey. They were completely blue for the first time in over half a decade.