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The mission was simple - also boring. I had to monitor a young potential genius, for risk assessment, at her high school, and seeing as I was the only one young enough not to draw attention in the school, it was more or less a solo mission. Fury had organised that I was in all her classes, all day. I'd never been at a school before - it was weird, and I didn't like it. I was only there for a week but still, it wasn't fun.
The girl came off as normal, quite quiet but clearly superiorly intellectual. She was performing at an incredibly advanced level for someone who had never received formal training. But like I said, she was quiet - I'd tired to start up conversations with her repeatedly but she gave short - even one word - answers, and I figured there was little I could do about that. I'd give in my report expressing my opinion that she herself was no threat.
Eventually Friday came, the last two periods of the week - PE. Haha. I'd changed into knee length running shorts and a short sleeved under-armour top. My hair was tied up, back from my face.
"Right class - today we're going to work on our performance skill, gymnastics or aerobics" I raised an eyebrow, that was simple. "Miss North" I smirked at the fake name, "Seeing as you've not done this before why don't you start with something easy" The teacher walked away to set up some equipment. Something easy? Fuck that.
Five minutes later I was on top of the horse block doing spindles. Getting bored i brought myself up into a handstand, slowly raising one hand to balance on my left hand only. I held it for a few seconds, before going back to two hands and bringing my knees down to my chest before back flipping off the horse. The was clapping behind me, i spun round on my heels to see Clint leaning against the door frame. I grinned.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" I groaned - I was growing to hate teachers.
He stood up straight, his hands now in his pockets, "I'm here to collect Amanda North"
"And who are you? I can't just let you walk away with one of my pupils"
"Chill - I've got a letter from her guardian. I'm her boyfriend. Can we go now?" Clint towered over the smaller teacher.
"Let me see that" the letter from Coulson (I was presuming it was from Phil) was snatched out of the archer's hand. "Well then," the teacher huffed, "I suppose you can go"
I smiled and walked over to Clint - I hadn't seen him all week. I hugged him, "Boyfriend? Seriously?"
"What did you want me to say? Fellow agent?"
"Shut up" I grinned "I'll get my stuff"
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I changed back into more comfortable clothes and met Clint at the school doors, "Ready, short stuff?"
"Shut up" I laughed, "you're only a few inches taller than me"
"Whatever. Right, so where's this motel you've been staying at?"
"Ten minutes away. Why?"
"Fury says you've to stay until tomorrow when you can be picked up"
"Okay, then why are you here?"
He looked down at me, smirking, "Got a day off"
"To come and see me?"
"To come and have a sleepover - that cool with you?"
I nodded, a happy grin on my face, "That's cool with me"
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I ditched my stuff in the corner of the small room, then pulled out a chair to sit and finish my report. "Not bad" Clint said looking around, "Bit small though, for two of us"
"You can sleep on the sofa"
"Aww, that's no fun." He flopped down on my bed, kicking off his shoes, lying on his back, "Mmm, soft bed"
"Yeah I know" I knew where he was going to take this. I kept my eyes on the report.
"I know it's only a single, but we've gone with worse before"
"If you're referring to the night we both slept in that hammock, I wouldn't use that as an example if I were you - I might knee you in the crotch again"
"You're just moody cause you've been here all by yourself for a week"
I rolled my eyes and turned in my chair, "Clint, I've actually got work to do for Fury"
"Do it later"
"I'm doing it now"
"I want you to do it later"
"You're not my S.O. Clint"
He moaned, then rolled onto his stomach, "I missed you"
I turned back to my report, "I missed you too"
"Talk to me" he said softly, "What was high school like?"
"Boring."
"Nobody interesting?"
"Not even the girl I'm reporting on"
"So, no-one caught your eye?"
I paused, frowning, and looked back over my shoulder, "Clint? Are you jealous?"
"Of what?"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe a little" he confessed. I smirked, turning back to my report. "It's only because you're important to me" he said, softer.
"Let me finish this and then we'll go out, there's a diner about 5 minutes away."
I heard the bed creak as he stood up. His arms snaked around my waist and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. "My treat"
"If you insist"
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The diner food was good. I'd been there on the Monday I'd came out and it had been nice, far two quiet though. Clint sat across from me in the small window booth. We'd finished our meal and were eating our deserts - pecan pie. It was delicious. Clint was staring at me. "What?"
He grinned, and leant across the table, "You've got cream just here" he kissed the edge of my lips, his tongue darting out to lick away the skooshy cream. Clint sat back, a little proud look on his face.
I blushed, "We're in public - will you behave" I hissed.
"What? Everyone here now thinks I'm your boyfriend"
"Well you're not"
He leant forward on his elbows, "Why not?"
"Because you're not"
"I'm the one that kisses you. I'm the one that hugs you and brings you coffee in the morning. I'm the one who stays up late with you and takes you out and buys you things. I'm the one who covers for you with Coulson. I'm the one who sits up with you at night when you've had a nightmare. I'm the one you turn to when you're scared or upset or lonely. I know I mean more to you than just a friend, Amanda" His voice was soft, gentle. He'd reached across the table to hold my hands. He wasn't wrong - he had always been more than a friend.
"Clint-"
"Don't tell me I'm just your friend, please"
I slipped my hands out of his and moved round the table to sit beside him. I hugged him, resting my chin on his shoulder, "You know you mean more to me than that... but you're not my boyfriend Clint"
He sighed, his arms around my back, "I'm sorry - I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine, but I'm just not ready for that yet"
"Sorry"
I sat back, taking myself smile at him, "You're just going to have to buy me dinner more often to make up for it"
He grinned, "I think I can do that"