File ID: 72314 - June 01, 2012
Name: Clinton Francis Barton/Hawkeye
Species: Human
Date of birth: January 07, 1971
Place of birth: United States of America
Citizenship: American
Occupation: Agent of SHIELD
Family status: Single
I arrive to my room with two cups of coffee. I am glad to see Hawkeye wait for me already. He takes the cup I offer and follows me to the room. "Did you have a hard night again?" I ask as we sit down.
He seems grateful for the coffee. He sips it calmly for a minute before replying with a shrug. "You could say that."
I open my mouth to answer, but he beats me to it. "Do not even try to bring up medication. It was just a bad night. I'll get over it."
"I didn't want to bring it up," I reply. It is a lie, but he lets me get away with it. "Is there something else you would rather talk about?"
He shrugs again noncommittally. "It's your call."
I try to use my chance well. "I want to talk about Team Delta."
He sighs and rubs his forehead. "Well, I suppose I asked for it. What do you want to know?"
"Everything you have to say," I reply.
He stares at me blankly for a little before he clears his throat. He obviously has nothing to say about it. "Team Delta was a STRIKE team of SHIELD. After I brought Natasha in, my handler offered the position to us."
"Your handler?"
"Yes. Phil. Agent Coulson. He could see that Nat didn't want to work with anyone else and nobody else was willing to work with Nat. So he put us together."
"Was it easy for you to trust her right away?"
He snorts. "She was a seventeen-year-old Soviet assassin. Of course I did not trust her."
"Why didn't you just say no to agent Coulson then?"
He looks at me as if he was contemplating who hired me. "I brought her in. I had to prove to Coulson and Fury that I can handle her. And that she can be handled."
"What happened that made you start trusting her?"
"We were on a mission in India. Something went horribly wrong, so we ended up with three men pointing their guns at us."
I nod. "So did she shoot them and save your life?"
He chuckles. "No. She shot me in the stomach. She earned their trust and finished the mission. I was collected by SHIELD agents and brought to the hospital." I stare at him, but there is no indication of him lying.
"She could have killed you," I point out. "Stomach shots are dangerous."
"Our job is dangerous," he retorts with a smirk.
"I mean," I explain, "as far as I know stomach shots can't be calculated so well. She could have easily killed you with a bad shot. What made you trust her about a move that was a strong guess and that could have ended your life?"
Clint smiles wider this time. "I was the closest thing to a friend she had. To a partner. And yet she made a decision to complete the mission not knowing certainly that I would survive it." When I keep looking at him in disbelief, he sighs and explains further. "I started to trust her loyalty to SHIELD. She put the mission first and that was enough for me."
"Do you trust agent Romanoff because she is loyal to her company?" I ask.
"As of now I trust agent Romanoff because she is my friend." I open my mouth but he is quicker. "No, I will not tell you what happened exactly. She is my friend and Team Delta is a project on a break right now."
"Do you miss it?"
"Sometimes."
"How does it feel to be part of the Avengers? Is it better?"
"It's different. It's a lot to take in. Natasha and I have our little habits and rituals. And now there are others around with more habits and rituals."
"Such as?"
"Well, Tony likes to stay up late, but Steve is used to going to bed early and waking up early. So now we can't have a meeting in the evening nor in the morning. So we usually have a meeting just after lunch, but that would be Natasha's nap time. And you don't want her cranky because she didn't get her nap time."
I almost chuckle imagining that Natasha has a nap time, but I control myself.
"Are there any advantages here to Team Delta?"
"Of course," he nods. "It's another position. It has its own advantages. Like working with the Avengers has its own advantages to working…?" He leaves the question open.
As he currently holds the title of the easiest patient, I have no choice but to answer him. I have to keep him as cooperative as I can.
"Working for an insurance company," I answer. "It was one of the bigger ones, so they could afford to have a psychologist on site for the employees. It was all stories about neglected wives and abusive parents. I started to get bored of them."
"I suppose it's a little less boring here," Clint smirks.
I chuckle and nod. "You can say that." I wait a little before going on. "How many missions did you have in Team Delta?"
He thinks for a moment. "Around 80. Maybe 85."
"That's a lot." He nods, unsure about where I am going with this. "Travelling and working so much certainly requires a lot of sacrifices."
"It does," he agrees carefully.
"I wonder if you are able to distinguish Clint Barton from Hawkeye at this point," I continue.
He frowns. "Miss Moon, I am both Clint Barton and Hawkeye. There is nothing to distinguish."
I raise my eyebrow. "Are you certain, Clint? Hawkeye killed hundreds of people and other beings."
"What are you trying to say? That you have a hard time believing it was I who did it?" he asks. He leans forward. "That only shows you don't know me very well, doesn't it?"
Yes, it does. It annoys me that I spent a session building up something with Clint which proves to be a dead end. I smile at him. "It's not like you give me a chance to get to know you."
"Or it's that you fail to use it properly," he suggests. Damn, he is probably right. He did let me choose the topic for today and then answered my questions as well. More or less. I make a note to try to explore his childhood next time before I thank him for the session.
From: Stella Moon
To: Corie Summers, WSC
Date: June 01, 2012
Subject: Biweekly report on the Avengers - ID 01836
Dear Ms Summers,
Please find my report on Dr. Banner attached.
I apologise for not sending It over with the rest of the reports - I don't know how it could have happened, but I'll make sure to be more careful next time.
Best regards,
Stella Moon
Biweekly report on the Avengers - ID 01836
By Stella Moon - ID T453
Patient: Bruce Banner
Dr Banner was concerned about my personal safety during the session - I tried to explain he had nothing to worry about. It is unclear if he agrees.
The success he achieved as part of the Avengers does not seem to help him accept who he is.
I am still trying to determine if there is a suspicion of depression in his case. He would probably be more open to medication than his colleagues.
He was throughly polite and kind during the session but his impatience was obvious.