We had gotten back to the Helicarrier in one piece, more or less, yet again. Natasha, Clint and I headed back to the designated 'social area' near our dorms. Tasha and I flopped down on the two opposite sofas, leaving no space free for Clint. Hawkeye shook his head and lifted my feet, sitting down before letting me stretch my legs out over his thighs. I sighed contently and shuffled where I sat until I was comfortable, folding my arms across my stomach. "Tasha?" I asked, my head flopping to the side.

"Mm-hm?" She was curled up in the corner of the other sofa with one leg stretched diagonally across the other seat.

"Have you got a bobble?"

She nodded and pulled one off of her wrist before tossing it across to me, "There"

"Thanks" Taking the band in one hand, I smoothed my hair back from my face and pulled it into a tight, high ponytail.

Clint made a face, "Ouch." he stated bluntly as he stared at a spot just above my right eyebrow.

"What?"

"Come here, Amanda," he leant over, licked his thumb and ran it over the bit he had been staring at – it stung like a bitch!

"Ouch!" I yelped.

"Like I said" Clint smirked, a few seconds later he had wiped away all the blood from the small cut on my forehead, "Now," Clint smiled, "What could you do without me?"

I rolled by eyes, "I could do anything without you, don't kid yourself"

"Yeah right" he scoffed "without me you'd be nowhere – and that's not just with S.H.I.E.L.D."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?"

"Well considering I was your first everything"

Tasha sat up, "Everything – really?" she mocked.

"Uh, yeah"

"Prove it" I challenged, looking for a good wind up.

"I was your first kiss - in the med bay after that Austrian assassin stabbed you three times in the stomach, right?"

I sighed, "Yes"

"Uh-hu, and your first time was with me the weekend after your eighteenth when we went to Venice"

I grinned, "No"

The smile that had previously dominated Clint's face vanished in a millisecond, "What?" he frowned, shock clear in his features.

"Not my first time" I replied evenly, watched as Clint failed to comprehend my statement.

"Yes it was!"

"No, it wasn't"

"Tasha?" Clint desperately sought for reassurance.

Natasha shook her head, "As far as I knew, you were never the first"

Clint looked vaguely shell shocked. "Then who was?"

My eyebrows shot up, "Do you honestly think I'm going to tell you?"

"Yes?" he replied hopefully.

I rolled my eyes and Tasha automatically joined in with me as I scowled, "No!"

"Why?" Clint whined.

"Because it's nothing to do with you" Tasha said in my defence.

"Oh don't gang up on me!" Clint yelped, "That's not fair!"

"Oh, grow a pair Barton," I growled, "just accept the fact that someone else got there first. Honestly, men" I sighed.

Clint folded his arms and huffed, "If you're not going to tell me I'll find out myself"

"Go ahead – tell us if you ever find out"

Clint pouted then shoved my legs off of his before muttering, "I'm going for a shower"

"Just because I know that you're going to spend the next half hour naked does not mean I'm joining you."

Clint looked back over his should with a glare, "Fine – wasn't as if I was asking…"

"Clint" Tasha sighed, "the only reason you ever tell us you're going for a shower is because you're hoping one of us – 99% of the time, Amanda – will join you"

He faltered for a second, before muttering "Shut up."

Two days later, Clint was getting pissed off. Every now and again he would appear and ask me if it was this guy or that guy or if he knew him or if he was older than me or if he had dark hair or any other stupid question he could think of. Tasha and I thought it was hysterical.

As I walked round the corner with Natasha, Clint appeared again, "Okay," he said, a slightly manic look in his eyes, "was it Grant Ward?"

"Eww Clint, no – Ward is not my type"

He let out a helpless groan, "I give up! There is no-one else it could be! I. Give. Up! Amanda, please – you are driving me insane! Just tell me! It's as if this guy doesn't exist!" Clint begged.

"Just let it go" I told him calmly, "I'm never going to tell you and you're never going to find out, so just forget about him"

Clint looked mildly distraught, he whined quietly and let his shoulders slumped forward. "Maaaandaaaa" he moaned.

I stepped forward and gave the poor guy a hug, "There, there – don't worry about it, you really don't want to know anyway" I smiled at him as I pulled away. "Fury was looking for you by the way"

He nodded and wandered off in search of the Director. As soon as he was out of sight I snorted and laughed hysterically. Tasha laughed and shook her head, "Amanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, are you going to give it up? You told me your first was Clint – I've been going along with this gag to mess with him, but if it wasn't him who was it?"

I looked up at her with a mischievous grin, "No-one – Clint was my first."

Tasha's mouth dropped open, she gasped and began to giggle, "Oh Amanda, you are a bitch!"

I grinned, "I know"

"I love it"