Author's Note: Okay this is the first chapter of Part III: Little Of Your Love. I debated a lot over what to call this part and I even might've informed some readers that I was going to name this part 'Don't Save Me' but I ultimately decided to name it after a different Haim song. Little of Your Love. It was between that, 'Don't Save Me', and 'Something to Tell You'. So I'm following the tradition of naming my titles after songs although this is the first time I'm not naming something after a Florence+The Machine song. lol. I think the song fits in with what I'm going for in Part III.

Also...this is going to be really weird but the first chapter of Part III doesn't contain Emma or Peter in it. I know you're probably dying to see what they're up to but they'll definitely be back in the next chapter which I'm working on right now. This chapter actually takes place before Emma and Peter were even born. Part III is going to be centered a lot around Emma's past and this is kind of her past. The first chapter of Part III is more like a prologue than a first chapter but I think you guys will definitely be interested in what's within the chapter. I'm not going to be having chapters like these often but after every few chapters that takes place in present day, I'm going to have a chapter like this one so you get to know Emma's history a bit better. It's not going to be like every other chapter though. Just every once and a while.

Radioactive88: I seriously love your reviews. You make me laugh so much. Yeah, Emma's definitely not going to be cool with Darcy saying that in front of everyone. Before she wouldn't have cared as much because she wasn't in love with Peter yet but now it's different because she is in love with him.

I kind of do that with Emma on purpose. She thinks, in her own way, that she's actually being nice. Emma's thinks that's what complimenting people is supposed to be like. She doesn't even really realize that she's insulting them at the same time and I think Tony and everyone knows Emma well enough to know that she means well.

May sees Emma as a highly trained individual as well as being enhanced so she considers Peter safe with Emma. May's still getting used to the fact that Peter isn't this defenseless kid but I think him sticking by Emma's side would make her more comfortable. She automatically trusts Emma because she knows Emma saved Peter from the collapsing building so how could she not trust her?

Emma does love seeing Tony being yelled at and in a state of peril. They're on better terms now but she'll always love seeing that.

I know, I know. I referred to him as Brock because that part of the chapter was mainly in his perspective. I tried referring to him as Rumlow but it looked weird to me. Rumlow is really deranged and delusional but at the same time very obsessed and fixated with Emma. A lot of rapists are so arrogant and egotistical that they think their victims wanted it and they don't even really consider it rape. I'm still deciding whether or not I want Emma to kill Rumlow. She kind of made a promise to Steve not to kill again and I don't really know if Peter would be cool with it. Maybe if he knew the truth than he would. If not her, I'll probably have someone else like Bucky, Steve, Tony, or even Clint kill him. Actually...if people could tell me whether or not they think Emma should kill Rumlow that would be huge help. I'm super conflicted over it and would like some insight.

Crazyman844: It felt a little repetitive and long to write the scene with May but it was needed. She wasn't just going to be cool with Peter being Spider-Man.

CreatingDreams: Glad to hear that you've been with the story so long. I teared up when I wrote Tony and Emma's argument after the ferry incident. I had it in my head for months but putting the words to paper was really tough.

ImsebastianstanButter: I'll see what I can do. I'll probably update again before Tuesday at least once but I'll see if I can update on Tuesday. Hopefully I can.

I'd like to say that I don't own any of the songs in this story. I also don't own 'Call Me' which actually belongs to Blondie.

Sorry again for not responding to every review but I really want to work on the next chapter. Thanks for the reviews and let me know what you think of this chapter. It's super different and I think you'll be really interested in it.

Part III: Little Of Your Love

Shield Headquarters

Manhattan, New York

1998

'Cover me with kisses, baby'

'Cover me with love'

'Roll me in designer sheets'

'I'll never get enough'

'Emotions come, I don't know why'

'Cover up love's alibi'

'Call me (call me) on the line'

'Call me, call me any, anytime'

'Call me (call me) oh my love'

'When you're ready we can share the wine'

'Call me'

Margot Pierce bobbed her head along to 'Call Me' by Blondie as she listened to the song through her headphones and portable CD player before making her way into Shield headquarters, flashing her badge at the security guard positioned at the front entrance. She greeted him, giving him a kind smile as she said good morning. The building was a little flashy for the redhead's liking but she guessed that's the way Director Fury liked it. Margot took a long sip from her coffee as she entered the elevator of the building and pressed the button for the sixteenth floor. A bunch of other Shield agents piled into the elevator and Margot greeted them with a small smile before she let herself become lost in the lyrics of the song again. There wasn't anyone she was especially friendly with in the elevator so she saw no need to tear herself away from her music. While she was usually a pretty social person with anyone around, she was a little too caught up in her music to want to engage in any small talk in an elevator at the moment…at least that was until someone spoke up from beside her.

"Is that a level seven issued badge?" Jasper Sitwell asked curiously from the left of her. The thirty five year old woman lifted one headphone off her ear as she raised her eyebrows at him, indicating that she hadn't heard him. Margot honestly didn't know Jasper Sitwell that much. He was a rather young Shield agent who had only joined the agency the year before. She recognized him as one of Phil Coulson's trainees.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help but notice that your badge says level seven now." Jasper repeated, blushing as he did so. The young agent was at least a decade younger than Margot but he was very much in awe of the almost legendary Shield agent. She had made quite the name for herself in the ten years she had been working at Shield. Margot laughed nervously, scrunching up her nose in a cute way when she laughed, before glancing momentarily at the glossy card that displayed her Shield ID which was now complete with her new clearance level.

"Yeah. I just got it last week." Margot replied and Jasper nodded before looking slightly frustrated with himself.

"And to think I'm still on level three." Jasper muttered to himself and Margot gave him a sympathetic look. She knew what it was like just starting out in Shield. You so badly wanted to progress and advance enough to start doing field missions. It was frustrating being on the sidelines.

"I wouldn't worry about it, Jasper." Margot told him reassuringly. "You're only in your first year and you've already gotten to level three. It took me two and a half years before I got to level three. You'll do great here." Jasper smiled at the kind and friendly redhead. It was well known around Shield how incredibly friendly and chatty Margot Pierce was. She was a fair contrast to the other Shield agents who always wore stoic and serious expressions. Margot Pierce was a very warm and friendly person that everyone couldn't help but like. It must've been her charisma and those vibrant emerald green eyes.

"Thanks, Margot." Jasper told her. "I guess that mission in Singapore went really well then?" Margot just gave the younger agent an amused smile.

"Come on, Jasper." Margot warned playfully. "You know I can't discuss anything like that. It's classified." Jasper rolled his eyes before laughing.

"Yeah, I get it. Level Seven and all that jazz." Jasper said before he remembered something suddenly. "That reminds me. I hear that crazy partner of yours is finally out of the hospital." Margot furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at this new information, completely unaware of what Jasper just told her.

"Really? I didn't know that." Margot said in confusion. "He never told me anything. I just saw him yesterday and he didn't say he was being released anytime soon." Jasper just shrugged.

"Well, Sabrina, on the fourteenth floor, said that she saw him this morning. Apparently he's on desk duty now until he makes a full recovery." Jasper informed her and Margot shook her head in disbelief, not believing her partner was really so absent-minded that he'd completely forget to tell her something important like that. Sometimes she would never understand the mind of that man. Margot then politely thanked Jasper for telling her that information before she got lost in her own thoughts as she reflected on the past.

It was a long story as to how Margot had gotten to be a level seven clearance level Shield agent. Well…not especially long. Margot Pierce had an extremely lavish childhood, being the daughter of a rather important politician, but at the same time she had a boring childhood because she also had a workaholic for a father. Margot never minded that her father worked so much. While she obviously loved her father...she just wasn't sure if she necessarily liked him. He was very temperamental and always seemed to bring his work home with him when actually did come home. Margot spent a lot of time with her mother growing up which was something she never minded. Her mom was almost like her best friend in a way.

When Margot graduated from high school she immediately enlisted in the Air force. She had always had a fascination with aviation ever since she was a child and her grandfather would tell her old war stories from when he was in the 101st Airborne Division in the Army during World War II. Her father of course hadn't been happy about that but when was he ever happy with any decision she made? Her mother had been extremely supportive of her decision as her lovely mother always seemed to be.

After serving three years in the Air force she returned to the states to attend college. She majored in Spanish at the University of Florida which Margot probably wouldn't have done if she was the person she was now. There was nothing wrong with majoring in a language but Margot did it for several stupid reasons. She remembered as a teenage girl finding the Spanish language to be a very romantic language and having teenage fantasies of traveling to Spain so that she woo Julio Iglesias and somehow make him fall in love with her. Margot would never understand the teenage version of herself.

Anyways…so twenty one year old Margot thought it was perfectly reasonable to follow her teenage dream and be an expert on the Spanish language. Little did she know that during her last year of college she would actually get to a spend a semester living in a Spanish speaking country. Unfortunately that country was not the country where the famous Spanish crooner lived. No, it was actually Columbia.

Margot just had to be one of the most unluckiest people in the world because on the one day she decided to be the dutiful daughter and visit her father, with much urging from her mother, when he was working at the embassy in Bogota she was taken hostage by a group of rebels. She probably would've died too thanks to her father's policies and negotiating tactics but Nick Fury, at the head of a military operation, stormed the basement where they were being held. He rescued her and the rest of the hostages from being killed. Margot just remembered being in awe of Fury's badassery as well as being pissed that her father's preference of foreign policy had almost gotten her killed. Fury was so amused by the way she had chewed out her father in front of a bunch of political officers that he suggested that she might interested in what Shield had to offer. It turned out that Margot was very interested in joining Shield…as well as pissing off her father.

That was basically the extent of how she ended up at Shield and Margot never regretted any of it. Shield didn't really leave any time for settling down and starting a family but Margot didn't really mind. She kept herself plenty busy with missions and the paperwork that came with missions. Despite her father's doubts, Margot managed to have a very successful career in Shield. It was the one thing Margot was proud of herself for.

The elevator doors finally opened to the sixteenth floor, snapping Margot out of her thoughts as some of the agents began to file out of the elevator. Margot quickly exited the elevator and made it just in time as the doors closed but as she made a move to walk down the hallway, she was held back. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked behind her to see if someone was tugging on the back of her jacket. It was then that she was able to see that the elevator doors had closed on the back of her jacket. Great, she thought to herself, this is just what I needed on a Monday morning. Margot tried tugging on the fabric but it wouldn't budge. This was typical.

Suddenly, Margot saw a hand take the fabric of the jacket, trapped in the elevator doors, and yank it out before the elevator moved again. Margot sighed in relief as the person who had helped chuckled at the same time. She instantly knew by their laugh who that person was. The redhead turned and saw none other than her assigned partner laughing at her. Margot glared at the smug looking Clint Barton.

"Stop laughing at me, Barton!" Margot exclaimed as she playfully glared at him while the idiot actually laughed at her expense. While glaring at one of her closest friends, Margot assessed his state at the same time. After a recent mission together Clint got injured pretty bad. He was in the ICU for a couple of days and certainly had Margot worried sick. Thankfully, he came out of it eventually and had been on bed rest at the hospital for the rest of the week. Although he never even seemed to mention that he was returning to work so soon during the several times Margot had gone to visit him. She didn't see anything out of the ordinary about the sandy haired younger agent save for the fact he had a cast on his right arm. His cast was even complete with a sling and everything.

"Seriously, Pierce…How the hell did you get level seven clearance?" Clint asked her sarcastically. "Are they just putting level seven clearance levels in Captain Crunch cereal boxes now? Are they finally replacing those lame plastic flashlight prizes?" Margot rolled her eyes at her friend as they began to walk down the long hallway.

"Ha ha. Very funny." Margot replied. "And how do you know what the box prize is for Captain Crunch anyways, Barton? Huh? How is it that you would know that?" Clint's eyes widened as he blushed, realizing that he had been caught. He then shook his head as he playfully glared at her.

"Whatever. Fine. We'll drop this." Clint mumbled and Margot just shook her head in amusement at the younger man. In all honesty Margot really enjoyed the playful banter she always shared with Clint. Clint was her best friend despite the eight years that stood between them. They instantly clicked the moment Fury assigned him as her partner three years before. Clint was yet another trainee of Phil Coulson who even trained Margot when she first joined Shield.

Margot hadn't been sure how she'd feel about Clint at first, seeing as the other partners she had for previous missions never seemed to like her. Most of them found her to be too chatty and if it wasn't that it was because they thought her father bought her way in. Please…like her father would ever do anything for her benefit. Clint, however, was different than the other agents. He never seemed to mind her chattiness and even turned out to be quite the social butterfly himself once she finally got to know him. After spending five weeks in Madrid together on a mission, Margot and Clint were quite inseparable.

"How did you get released from the hospital anyways? You never mentioned potentially being released." Margot said as Clint shrugged.

"I bugged Fury enough times from over the phone that he finally just gave in and made the hospital let me go." Clint explained to her nonchalantly as Margot shook her head in disbelief.

"You're really something, Barton." Margot commented, still amused by the antics of her friend. "That's a nice cast that you got there. I can sign it for you if you want." Clint glowered at the itchy cast on his arm.

"No thanks. I'm already on desk duty for two months as it is." Clint said, nearly pouting and Margot understood how annoying it was to be on desk duty. She once broke her leg on a mission a few years back and had been on desk duty for three months. Desk duty was always the worst.

"You'll be fine, Clint…you'll be back to shooting your little cupid arrows in no time." Margot teased and Clint scoffed.

"You're not funny, Pierce." Clint retorted before he heard a strange noise coming from Margot's direction. He rolled his eyes when he finally realized where it was coming from. The archer saw the pair of headphones now hanging loosely around the redhead's neck. Everyone knew that Margot never left her apartment without her portable CD player, headphones, and her set of CDs that she always carried around in that suitcase she called a purse.

"Do you shower with that thing too?" Clint asked her sarcastically and Margot laughed.

"Of course not. Don't you like music like most human beings do?" She asked him and Clint nodded.

"Yeah but I don't burn my playlist onto a CD like a little nerd." Clint teased before grabbing her pair of headphones from around her neck. Margot glared at him as he pressed one end of the headphones up to his ear before making a face at what he heard. He quickly handed the headphones back to Margot.

"You listen to the cheesiest '80s music, you know that?" Clint told her and Margot gave him an offended look. "Seriously…Bette Davis Eyes? Did that Cher song not make the cut for your CD?"

"I love Kim Carnes and everyone knows that the eighties was the best decade for music." Margot said defensively. Clint just smiled at the older woman as he shook his head in amusement. He'd never get tired of these weird conversations he always had with her. Margot was like the crazy older sister he never had.

"Well, I personally think the seventies was the best but to each their own, I guess." Clint said as Margot began to put her headphones back in her purse to join her CD player as well as all the other useless crap as Clint liked to call it. "On a more serious note, Fury is going to call you into his office soon." Margot furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at her friend. Wait…what?

"Why?" Margot asked him.

"Well, since I'm going to be on desk duty for the next two months, Fury's assigning you a new partner." Clint informed her, looking very relaxed, but Margot's eyes widened in both surprise and horror at the news. A new partner? No…that couldn't be right. Clint was her partner and her only partner. They were never intimate or anything like that in the past but she was the most comfortable with Clint out of anyone else.

"But I don't want a new partner." Margot said, sounding very panicked. Clint rolled his eyes at her before grinning.

"Relax, Pierce. You can't get rid of me that easily." Clint told her teasingly before continuing. "This is only temporarily." Margot visibly and internally relaxed when Clint told her that.

"Well that's good. You really had me worried there for a second." Margot said, sounding very relieved. An excited and smug look then came over Clint's face as if he knew something that Margot didn't.

"You'll never guess who he's assigning you either." Clint said tauntingly and Margot raised an eyebrow in question.

"No. Who?" Margot asked him curiously and Clint grinned at her.

"Agent Rogers." Margot's eyes immediately widened as she took in that information. Agent Rogers? That couldn't possibly be what Clint had told her if he was talking about who she thought he was talking about. Steven Rogers? The guy was a legend in Shield and was quite possibly one of the most decorated Shield agents in Shield history. Of course there was also the fact that he was the son of Captain America and Peggy Carter…the offspring of two of the most legendary people in World War II history. There was also a rumor going around that he was up for the position of deputy director and Margot wouldn't doubt it. Although recently she heard that Agent Rogers had been undercover for the past year somewhere off the coast of Africa…something about illegal weapons dealers. Apparently Agent Rogers was level nine and not even Margot was privy to level nine intel since she only had a level seven clearance level.

"Agent Rogers?" Margot asked in disbelief. "Agent Rogers as in Steven Rogers? The very same Agent Rogers who captured and arrested that nut job last year? What was his name? Victor Von Doom, I think it was?" The arrest had been a big milestone for Shield as they finally caught the insane madman that had been causing havoc all over the city.

"Yeah, Von Doom. And don't forget that other lunatic back in the seventies. Bullseye. What kind of messed up villain name is that? He was practically asking to be caught with a name like that." Clint said, scoffing at the idea of the notorious psychopathic assassin that gave the world a fright back in the seventies. Margot was only a teenager when Bullseye made a name for himself as his name appeared on the news nearly every week whenever a politician or judge ended up dead somewhere. The crime scenes were always horrendously gory according to rumors. The defeat and death of Bullseye by Agent Rogers' hands became the milestone in his career that made him the legendary Shield agent that he was today. "Anyways…apparently Fury's got a mission all lined up for you two."

Margot didn't really believe that she was being assigned to work with Agent Rogers. She had never met or seen the guy but she had heard plenty about him. Apparently he was the kind of Shield agent who was a real stickler for the rules and kept a serious composure all the time. Margot knew immediately that they probably weren't going to get along. Serious Shield agents like that never liked her. They thought she was silly and didn't take herself or her job seriously which was completely untrue. Margot took her job very seriously. She became a completely different person when the moment called for it. That didn't mean she had to be a stick in the mud the other seventy five percent of the time when the moment didn't call for it.

Clint continued to walk Margot over to Fury's office while Margot could only feel nervous as she tried to brace herself for a meeting with the famous Agent Rogers. What was she going to say to him? Would they get along? Would he think she ridiculous like all the other Shield agents did? Margot didn't think she had felt this nervous about a mission since her very first one, way back when she first started working at Shield. They finally stopped outside Fury's office but Margot made no move to enter since the door was closed and she could hear voices coming from inside. It looked like they were going to have to wait until they were called in.

"How much do you wanna bet that Coulson's gonna have his trading cards ready for when he meets Rogers?" Clint asked her in good humor and Margot rolled her eyes at the younger man. He could be so immature sometimes. "Because I'm willing to bet one hundred dollars that he will."

"So he collects Captain America trading cards...some people have hobbies outside of work, you know." Margot informed him as she raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't you have a hobby? And don't say shooting your bow because that's not really a hobby. That's your job…as medieval of a weapon as it is." Clint glared at her.

"I have hobbies." Clint protested weakly as he thought long and hard about what hobbies he might've had. "I…Well, I go to the movies all the time. I just saw that new Kevin Costner movie before our last mission. What kind of hobbies do you have, anyways? What? Do you just sit around and make playlists all the day?"

"No, I don't actually." Margot retorted, scoffing before continuing. "I'm actually taking knitting classes, I'll have you know. And going to see Kevin Costner movies doesn't count as a hobby. If it did than that would be everyone's hobby."

"Wow…A level seven Shield agent that can knit. You have to be the most terrifying Shield agent." Clint said sarcastically and Margot glared at him playfully.

"Well, then…if you don't have a hobby than you should at least get a girlfriend." Margot told him teasingly as she smiled at him. "Come on, Barton. You're twenty seven now and you're not getting any younger." Clint smirked at her before he leaned in a little closer to the redhead flirtatiously.

"Maybe I would have a girlfriend if you'd ever give me the time of day, Pierce." Clint told her suggestively but Margot knew that he was only joking around with her. Margot and Clint were completely platonic and she never saw him like that. He was the little brother she never had in her eyes.

"You're a little too young for me, Clint. Sorry." Margot said as she then reached over and pinched Clint's cheek affectionately. "Look at that baby face." Clint smacked her hand away but laughed as he did so. This was why Margot enjoyed the friendship she had with her partner. It was always easy like this between them. They could be so carefree and laid back with each other which is something they needed in this line of work.

"Don't make me sick." A voice said from a short distance away. Margot and Clint turned to look at the person speaking only for the smiles on their faces to vanish the instant they saw who it was. Brock Rumlow stood across from them as he glared at the both of them... well, as he glared at Clint at least. Margot had to fight the urge to give the man a disgusted look but this was the workplace. She had to remain professional. "Can you two ever stop flirting?" The tone of Rumlow's voice made it clear that he wasn't teasing them playfully. His voice was full of disgust and coldness.

"Can you ever stop being an asshole?" Clint shot back at him and Margot elbowed him in the ribs. As professional Shield agents they weren't supposed to talk like that amongst each other in the workplace. Clint, like always, ignored Margot's silent warning as he continued to glare at Rumlow who glared back. Margot may have been blind to Rumlow's secret intentions but Clint knew that Rumlow wasn't actually disgusted at them. No, he was actually jealous. Clint's partner could really be blind to the true intentions of people sometimes. He blamed it on the redhead's kind nature despite seeing a lot of horrible things in this world. Her kindness was always unchanging.

"You're a disgrace to Shield, Barton." Rumlow spat at Clint as he continued to glare at the archer. "Make sure to actually remain professional during desk duty. We wouldn't want anyone to think the only thing you're good at is shooting arrows at people's asses."

Clint was about to make an angry retort to Rumlow's jab but was stopped by Rumlow himself as the older man walked over to Margot. He gave Margot a smug smirk that revolted the redhead. She didn't know why but there was just something about him that really creeped her out. Margot supposed that it might've been his dark eyes that had a cold and mean look to them. It was times like these that she even forgot that they used to date once upon a time.

"It's nice seeing you, Margot." Brock told her with a certain amount of malice in his voice. Margot felt rather nervous under his intense gaze but managed to maintain her composure.

"Yeah…it's nice seeing you too, Brock." Margot replied as she gave him an odd look, sounding quite unsure of herself as she spoke. Mostly because she didn't think it was really nice to see him at all. It never was.

"Maybe we could get a drink one of these days?" Brock said suggestively as he continued to smirk at her and Margot was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the minute. "You know…for old time's sake." Margot nodded hesitantly as she glanced at Clint for support who just to continued to glare at Rumlow.

"Yeah…sure." Margot replied which really meant no. Rumlow always asked her out whenever he had the chance but Margot always politely declined his offer. If there was one thing about Shield that she didn't like than it was the fact that Rumlow was there. She honestly didn't know why he was working for Shield. Margot had been training as a rookie agent for six months when her former high school sweetheart showed up out of nowhere and began his own training. She guessed that the universe really was that cruel to her.

"See you later then, Margot." Brock told her before abruptly walking away and Margot watched him go cautiously. He turned around a corner before immediately disappearing from sight. Margot felt relieved that he was finally gone. It was silent for a moment before either Margot and Clint spoke up.

"I can't believe you ever dated that asshole." Clint said suddenly, immediately breaking the silence as Margot groaned.

"Ugh…don't remind me." Margot told him. It was true…her and Rumlow had dated when they were in high school. Grown up Margot honestly didn't know what teenage Margot had been thinking. Rumlow had been on the football team and he was kind of cute back then so when he asked her out she said yes. It was a mistake that Margot would probably forever regret.

"What did you ever see in him?" Clint asked her, honestly wanting to know what would make someone as kind and pleasant as Margot date someone as vile and cruel as Rumlow. Margot sighed as she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know…he was the first boy to ask me out, I guess." Margot answered and Clint snorted as he shook his head.

"So you were desperate?" He retorted and Margot gave him an offended look.

"I was not desperate." She said defensively and Clint gave her a look. Margot shoulders sagged as she realized that Clint was right. "Fine…I was a little bit desperate but I was only sixteen. Sixteen year old girls can be really stupid."

"So what was the reason you dumped his sorry ass anyways?" Clint asked her curiously, legitimately interested in Margot and Rumlow's former relationship. It was an extremely interesting thought…those two being together. "I mean…I'm sure there was a hundred reasons because he's Rumlow but what was the main one?" Margot just shrugged before she answered his question.

"I think he cheated or something." Margot said as she thought back to her high school years. It was hard to think about that time of her life because Margot did some really crazy things back then. Well, she did date Rumlow which was insane but there was also the fact that she once dyed her hair a platinum blonde color because she was obsessed with Debbie Harry. "He used to do weird things too but I'm pretty sure it was because he cheated. I don't know…it was so long ago."

"What a dick." Clint commented but Margot didn't seem that broken up over something that happened years ago. It honestly didn't bother her and Margot tried to put all that behind her. She really didn't want to remember the fact that her and Rumlow ever dated. Margot felt sick just thinking about it.

"It's not like I was heartbroken over it or anything. I think I cried for like fifteen minutes and then I completely forgot about it." Margot said as she smiled in amusement at the memory. She remembered being sixteen and full out sobbing one minute and then the next she was sitting in her living room calmly watching Happy Days. Margot could always count on the Fonze to make her forget about her stupid ex boyfriend.

"So are you excited to meet Rogers?" Clint asked with feigned enthusiasm as he changed the subject and Margot laughed nervously. She really was a little excited to meet Agent Rogers. How could she not be? He was the talk of Shield and Margot had to admit that it was quite impressive that he managed to maintain his reputation he had since he must've been in his early fifties by now. It probably had something to do with having Captain America's super serum running through his veins.

"Yes. I don't think he'll be excited to meet me…I don't even think he'll even be happy to work with me after he meets me." Margot said negatively and Clint just shook his head.

"Come on, Margot. Don't talk about yourself like that." Clint told her before continuing. "You're one of the top agents that Shield has. Everyone knows your track record…your missions have a success rate of eight nine percent. The average success rate at Shield is seventy one percent."

"I don't know, Clint." Margot said sadly. "I've been told that I'm too cheerful and chatty at times." The archer gave her a look of disbelief.

"What? You're not a great agent because you don't have a stick up your ass like everyone else here does?" Clint scoffed. "You're the only one in this whole place that I'd ever want to work with. You're the best agent here and I've learned so much from you. If Rogers can't see that than the old man must be going blind."

"Wow…Clint. You really have a way with words." Margot said sarcastically but smiled at her partner in amusement. "I'm really going to miss you."

"Don't worry. This is only temporary." Clint said as he returned her smile. "I'll be back in action in no time and then you'll be back to saving my ass like always." Margot laughed softly at Clint before their attention was taken away by Director Fury's office door opening and a mesmerized Phil Coulson coming out. Coulson seemed to be in a slightly dazed state as he wandered out in front of them. Margot and Clint both exchanged a look before looking over at Coulson.

"Coulson? You okay there, buddy?" Clint asked the agent in amusement. It appeared that did the trick in snapping the agent out of his state. He blushed in embarrassment before turning to look at Margot.

"Fury says that you can come in now." Coulson told her and Margot just nodded as she also smiled in amusement at him. It was so unlike Coulson to act like this but she supposed that's what happened when you met your idol's son for the first time. Margot imagined she'd act the same way if she ever met Debbie Harry or Bonnie Tyler.

"Okay, Phil. Will do." Margot told him before glancing back over at Clint who gave her an encouraging smile.

"Good luck." He told her and Margot smiled at him. She then turned around, making her way inside Fury's office and leaving both Clint and Coulson out in the hallway. She hoped that Clint would be okay without her. Honestly...she hoped that she'd be okay without Clint.

Director Fury's office was as modern looking of an office that one would expect the head of a large agency to have. Margot knew better than to assume that Fury was a stylish man. She knew him well enough, after all these years, to know that he was a man who could survive at the top of the food chain or at the bottom. All he needed was his resources and nothing could keep the director down. Fury was the first one she noticed in the office as she obediently closed the door behind her. He was sitting behind his large mahogany desk with stacks upon stacks of paperwork littering almost every surface of his desk.

The eye capturing trait about the African American man, however, was the black eye patch over his left eye. No one really knew the exact reason as to why Fury needed an eye patch. When Margot met him he hadn't needed the eye patch but something happened a couple years back which made him suddenly start wearing the eye patch. However, Fury wouldn't say anything about it and none of them were stupid enough to ask. Margot then shifted her gaze to the other person in the room.

The infamous Agent Steven Rogers stood in front of Fury's desk as he gave her a curious look. It was strange to look at the man since Margot hadn't expected him to be so attractive. Margot supposed that was a little rude of her to assume. Just because a person was middle aged didn't mean that they couldn't be attractive anymore. Harrison Ford was technically middle aged now but he was still attractive. Steven Rogers stood at least a foot taller than Margot's short 5'3 height, causing the agent to tower over her. His hair didn't even appear to have any gray in it yet as it was still a nice golden blonde color without even a receding hairline as must men had at that age. Coulson was only a couple years older than Margot and he was already getting a receding hairline. It also struck her as to how muscular the older man was but she guessed that's what happened when your dad was a super soldier. Steven Rogers looked alarmingly young for his age, looking to be in his early forties instead of his early fifties. However, the feature that stuck out the most to Margot was his mesmerizing blue eyes that were so blue in color that they immediately reminded her of the ocean.

"Agent Pierce, I'd like you to meet Agent Rogers." Fury loudly announced, breaking Margot out of her assessment of Steven Rogers. She was a little embarrassed that she had basically checked him out and sincerely hoped that she hadn't been staring too long. Great that's just what she needed…to be caught leering at a man that was nearly old enough to be her father.

"It's nice to meet you, Agent Rogers." Margot said formally as she held her hand out for him to shake. Steven gave her a charming and kind smile that immediately made his blue eyes pop as he gave her hand a firm shake. Margot nearly swooned at his smile and immediately swore at herself mentally.

"You too, Agent Pierce. I've heard a lot of nice things." Steven told her politely before letting go of her hand. Margot blushed under his intense gaze as she tried to maintain her composure. Fury looked at the redheaded agent in amusement. He was used to the impact that the very good looking Agent Rogers seemed to have on the female agents of Shield. It seemed like even Agent Pierce wasn't immune to the blonde haired man's natural charm.

"I decided to assign the two of you as partners temporarily." Fury told the two agents as he decided to get on with the reason why he brought Margot into this. "With your partner on desk duty for the current time being, Pierce, I decided it was would be wise to assign you to Rogers' mission. I think you'll have a lot to contribute in this circumstance."

"I don't understand, Sir." Margot said in confusion. She didn't really understand why Fury picked her, of all agents, to be Agent Rogers' partner for a mission. In all honesty she was really confused. Margot basically knew nothing about the mission and only found out that she was going on a mission thirty minutes ago…by Clint. What was Fury playing at? "What's this all about?"

"You majored in the Spanish language in college, correct?" Fury inquired even though he already knew the answer to that.

"Well, yes." Margot replied, unsure as to where Fury was going with this.

"And you're familiar with the file on Santiago Salazar, right?" Fury asked and Margot immediately blushed as she was under the close scrutiny of the director as well as a level nine agent. Santiago Salazar was one of the most famous and wealthiest drug dealers in the world. He had taken over the empire of drug dealing after Pablo Escobar was killed a few years prior. He was loved by the Mexican people, his own people, but hated by many law enforcement agencies in the states for being impossible to pin anything on. Salazar was remarkably good at slipping out of the hands of law enforcement. His record was clean and there was nothing they could do legally to prove that he wasn't clean.

"Those files are perfectly public to any level seven agent." Margot weakly defended, fearful that Fury was going to accuse her of accessing confidential files. She knew the rules better than anyone so she knew it was perfectly okay for her to be reading files like that but the redhead was still getting used to being a level seven agent. Agent Rogers gave her an amused look and she blushed once more. Damn it. Why was he so good looking?

"I'm well aware of that, Pierce." Fury said as he looked back at her. "The reason I'm asking is because your mission with Agent Rogers involves keeping close surveillance over Salazar." Margot raised an eyebrow at that. Since when was Shield interested in drug dealers? Wasn't that the DEA's job?

"We believe that Salazar is in the business of dealing weapons as well." Agent Rogers added as he gave her a serious look. "He was photographed having a meeting with a couple known members of the Yakuza, the Japanese mob, two days ago in Juarez." The blonde man then handed Margot a file that showed pictures taken of the familiar looking drug dealer. Salazar looked to be in a deep discussion with two very familiar looking Japanese men.

"How do we know that he's dealing weapons now too?" Margot asked, her demeanor immediately changing into a more professional and serious one as she went into agent mode.

"I have an informant that said that Salazar's received a couple large shipments of weapons." Rogers informed her and Margot raised an eyebrow as she looked at him from over the file.

"And it's not for his own business?" She inquired and Rogers immediately shook his head at her.

"He's received five large shipments of weapons just in the last week and this stuff is beyond anything a Mexican drug dealer would supply his men with. Take a look at the pictures." Rogers told her and Margot curiously flipped through the photographs to find the pictures that Rogers was talking about. She paused when she found something slightly disturbing and at the same time bewildering. Margot knew that she had found what Rogers was talking about.

In her hands was the picture of several large weapons that looked to be beyond the kind of weapons a Mexican drug dealer would be able to get his hands on…even if he was one of the wealthiest in the world. Margot saw large advanced looking missiles, guns, and even prototypes of metal armor. She tried to look for an insignia on the weapons but couldn't find any. Margot wished that there was more pictures but those were probably the only ones that Rogers' informant was able to take.

"You think someone's giving Salazar these weapons to sell?" Margot asked as she put two and two together. Rogers and Fury exchanged a look before looking back at her. While the redhead acted a little ditzy at times she was actually very intelligent, keeping a calm and collected composure when the occasion called for it.

"We're certain." Rogers told her softly before continuing. It was clear to Margot that Rogers had probably been working on this case for a long time."We just don't know who."

"We're hoping that you might be able to help with that." Fury told Margot seriously as he took over from there. "You've had a lot of experience with the Yakuza. Do you have any idea who those two men in the picture might be?" Margot sighed as she immediately nodded. She knew who those two men were from the moment she saw them.

"Hiroshi Okada and Yasu Tanaka." Margot answered as she recollected a mission from a few years ago. It was before Margot and Clint were partners. When Margot was only a level four agent and Shield was short handed so they sent her and another agent to Japan to spy on the Yakuza. Margot and the other female agent were supposed to pose as two air headed models seeking work in Tokyo. Their main goal was to capture the eye of a couple of men from the Yakuza, that had a certain fondness for American women, and hopefully be able to keep surveillance of the mob. The mission mostly worked out. They were able to arrest seven major members of the mob as well as their subordinates in an illegal weapons and drug bust but unfortunately the other agent, assigned to the mission, lost her life quite tragically.

"What do you know about them?" Fury asked her, immediately snapping Margot out of one of her sad recollections. She had never actually met Okada or Tanaka but she had heard enough about them to know who they were.

"They're from one of the largest crime families in Japan which operates primarily in Tokyo. I never met them personally because they were from a different clan than the one we were spying on." Margot told the both of them before continuing.

"I know that they're ruthless and a lot more brutal than any other clan in the area." Margot informed them as a haunted look came over her face. "They believe in a messed up form of honor. When someone wrongs their clan, Okada and Tanaka has that person's entire family tortured and murdered. They make the parents watch as they murder and decapitate the children before gauging the parent's eyes out. They cut their tongues and ears off too, leaving them to bleed out until they die a very slow and painful death." Rogers gave her a sympathetic look as she snapped out of her haunted state. He understood what it was like seeing such gruesome and tragic things. This line of work did some good but it also made you see a lot of terrible things.

"This is why I'm assigning you to help Rogers for this mission, Pierce. You're very familiar with the kind of people Salazar surrounds himself with as well as how these people work." Fury said a stoic expression on his face as he looked between both of the agents before he continued.

"Your mission is to keep watch over Salazar. Salazar is your priority in this mission." Fury said seriously, trying to make sure they understood that they were not to prioritize anything else. "He's going to be the key in finding out just who's giving him these weapons to sell."

"You're going to be posing as a married couple for the mission." Fury informed them nonchalantly as he passed a couple passports in their direction. Margot glanced at the passport which listed her as Julia Leigh. This wasn't the first time she was going to pretend to be married to her partner. Margot and Clint had posed as a married couple several times on missions. Although this would be the first time she'd be married to someone other than Clint for a mission. She glanced at the blonde man from the corner of her eye as he looked down at his passport briefly.

"Ethan and Julia Leigh. The perfect all American couple save for the fact that Ethan's a very influential and wealthy drug dealer." Fury told them before glancing at Margot more specifically. "Julia's a dutiful and loyal trophy wife."

"You two will be spending the next two months in Juarez. Salazar is considering getting an American business partner so that he can expand his drug trade." Fury said as he continued to explain their mission to them. "Your job is to earn both his and his wife's trust."

"The second you find out who's giving him the weapons, you get the hell out of there. Juarez is a damn dangerous place…even for two highly trained Shield agents." Fury said firmly. "Don't you two go playing hero and get yourselves killed. I don't want to be writing condolence cards to your families anytime soon."

"Yes, Sir." Margot told Fury obediently.

"Of course, Director." Steven added. Fury looked at both of the Shield agents before nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied with their answers. He had been a little worried about putting Pierce and Rogers together initially. Both agents had a long history of playing hero.

"Good." Fury said as he then focused on Margot. "While you're at it, Pierce, see what kind of information you can get out of Okada and Tanaka. Tread carefully…the Yakuza aren't ones to be taken lightly."

"I'm well aware, Director." Margot replied as she tried not to think of the horror and bloodshed she had seen in Japan. Her mouth suddenly felt dry as some of the images popped into her head and she fought hard to keep them out. All those poor children...

"Well, the rest of the information is inside your debriefing packets. Look them over on the plane. You leave in one hour." Fury informed the two agents before grabbing some paperwork on his desk and preparing himself to fill it out. It seemed like the debriefing meeting was officially over. "You're both dismissed."

Margot and Steven both exchanged a look before nodding at Fury and taking their leave. They left Fury's office in silence with their debriefing packets in hand. Margot couldn't help but notice how everyone stopped and stared when they saw them. The redhead most definitely knew that they weren't staring at her. No, their attention was primarily focused on Steven but he didn't seem to take any notice. If he did notice then he pretended like he didn't. Everyone was probably wondering what the talkative and slightly ditzy Agent Pierce was doing with such a distinguished agent. Margot was still kind of wondering that herself.

"You can call me Margot, you know." Margot said suddenly, immediately drawing Steven's attention to her as he raised an eyebrow at the short redhead. She suddenly felt intimidated and flushed as she felt those ocean blue eyes gazing down at her.

"Well, Margot, you can call me Steven then." He told her, giving her a small smile. They were walking towards the elevator so that they could get to the roof. The landing pad was on the roof and they needed to get to the plane if they were going to leave within the hour like Fury ordered. The pair didn't say anything else as they walked down the hallway, everyone's eyes glued to them as they gossiped about what the pair could possibly be doing together. Margot didn't really mind because for the first time in a while she felt slightly excited for a mission. She was excited to get to know Steven Rogers…the real Steven Rogers and not the one who was a legend within Shield. The pair didn't say anything else the rest of the way to the landing pad but Margot knew they'd have plenty of time to talk later. Now there was just the issue of finding out who was giving weapons to Salazar.

This was going to make for an interesting mission.