"Have we found anything?" Maria Hill asked as she walked into the darkened room.
The room had a large screen on one wall while the rest of the room was filled with agents sitting in front of computer screens.
"All twenty of them have tracking and listening devices. Everything is ready to go," an agent standing near the door said.
"Good. How long should they work for?"
"Should stay on the skin for a couple of days. Also, put something with their stuff that'll last longer."
"Good job, Agent Lawson," Maria begrudgingly said.
Maria was about to leave the room when another voice spoke up.
"Sir, there's a problem with one of the devices."
Agent Lawson was the first one over the agent who was in a far corner of the room.
"What's wrong with it?" Lawson demanded.
"There's some type of interference."
"What type of interference?" Hill asked, walking over and looking over that agents' shoulder.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Lawson yelled.
"I'm getting absolutely nothing but static. It's almost as if it's broken, which is impossible because we checked them all yesterday. The only thing I can think of is some type of electrical inference, but that would have shown up during initial security scans and be affecting more than one."
"Whose is it?" Hill asked.
"This device was assigned to Agent Gibbons," the agent responded after clicking some buttons.
"I need someone to follow them for the next few days then. There is no way we can get another opening to install another device."
"I can do it," a voice called from up above.
Everyone looked up as the grating in the center of the room on the ceiling was moved. A person quickly made their way out of the hole and was just hanging there. There was the sound of the grate moving again before the person dropped, landing on their feet.
"Why are you here, Barton? Don't you have anything else you could be doing?" Hill asked, exasperated. He was supposed to be Coulson's problem.
"I was bored; thus, I am here," Clint said as he pulled out and sat in an empty seat. "So, what's the problem that you need my help with?"
"As if you didn't hear. And your help?"
"Well, I am offering. Wouldn't want your job of watching over the kiddies to go wrong, would we?" Clint said mockingly. He knew she didn't want this to get back to Fury if he hadn't found out about it already.
"Fine," Hill grounded out. "You're going to do it anyway."
"I would never," Clint said saucily before standing up. "Who am I stalking?"
Hill did nothing more than point at the large screen in the room. The screen showed a portion of the gym, the part where the "kiddies" were sitting. Her finger pointed at a small brunette sitting on the front row of the bleachers, talking to a taller person with short jet-black hair. Unlike everyone else, she was facing forward, actually paying attention to what was taking place in front of her.
Maria walked over to another desk, one that held twenty files. She sorted through a couple of them before taking one from the bottom of the pile. She walked over and handed it over to Clint. He immediately started flipping through it, pushing the information into his memory before handing it back to Maria.
"Time to get back," Maria said out loud, expecting Clint to follow her.
The two the hem walked out of the room and down a large corridor. They went their separate ways at a fork in the way.
Calling over he should, Maria said, "Don't let me down, Barton."
He didn't make a sound of acknowledgment, but she knew he wouldn't let her down.