The building was dark, and he doubted anyone was left inside. All the sane people had gone bed or to their quarters.
Out of all the things he'd done in his twenty seven years, this may just be the most stupid stunt he'd ever pulled.
The bungee chord he connected to a hook on the roof the S.H.I.E.L.D. Regional Office stretched as he jumped stealthily from window to window. He didn't dare look down, because he already knew he was about thirty floors up.
Carefully, he lowered himself another ten feet, until he was situated with his feet on a window that was located on the twenty eighth floor. Grabbing a gadget from his belt that he had recently stolen from Stark's lab, he flipped the cap on the small capsule-looking thing open and stuck it onto the window. He then grabbed his two suction cups and popped them onto either side of the window, left and right, and pulled the window out of it's 'socket', angled it to the side, and pushed it into the room. Following the window in, he unhooked himself from the strap around his legs and waist, and stepped into the office, setting the window down against the wall under the window sill.
He was lucky, no alarms- that he could hear- had gone off.
"What do you think you're doing, Barton?" someone asked from the dark of the office.
Phil Coulson sat at his desk, back turned to Clint, reading a stack of papers.
"How'd you know it was me?" Clint asked, walking around the desk to sit in the chair across from Agent Coulson.
"Who else would be dumb enough to break into my office?" Coulson asked, still not looking up, even as the cool night wind blew in through his open window. How he could read in the dark, Clint would never understand.
"You got a point there. I was sort of expecting you to be gone on a mission or something…" Clint trailed off.
"So, if not for my charming company, what did you come here for?" he asked, looking up.
"You're computer."
"Ah, of course," Phil said, looking back down, "You want to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D's database."
"Come on, Coulson, can't I just look at one thing!" Clint goaded.
"No. You are no longer a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, Barton. You don't have the authority to do so."
"Then can you look something up for me?"
Coulson paused, staring at the paper in front of him, "And what would you have me look up." It wasn't a question. Clint smiled- Coulson was gonna do it!
"Two people, I want to know where they are right now."
"Which two people?"
"Their names are Bernard, or Barney, Barton and Rachel Schneider. Barney's from McComb, Mississippi and Rachel's from Kissimmee, Florida."
"So you're looking for your brother and his girlfriend?" Phil asked, amused, looking up at Clint again. The wet breeze that blew in his face made him shiver.
"Uh, yeah" Clint looked at his feet, then his snapped his face back up to cock his head at Coulson, "How'd you know?"
Coulson set his elbows on his desk and held the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "When you were put in jail for treason, Agent Hill became suspicious of your brother, also, as he had worked for the FBI at the time. So as to 'quench' her suspicion, Fury sent Widow to 'investigate' your family. Of course, at the time, it was claimed that Bernard was just an 'undercover FBI agent', but now he's gone quite rogue."
"So Widow went digging around Mississippi? Great."
"Better her than Hill herself, right?"
"I guess. But will you find 'em for me?"
"Not right now, but when I have some free time, maybe. Just stay out of trouble and try not to crack my window on the way out."
"Thanks, Phil," he grinned, slipping back out the window.
"And Clint?" Clint looked back at him, "Nice ring."
A/N Sorry it's such a short chapter today, but i think it got the point across, I didn't want to add too much at one time... there's not much to be said right now.
And yeah, i used one of the movieverse characters here, but i think you guys should understand what's going on anyway.
And just saying, this is probably going on in like, November. Seeing as I'm not from NY, idk if there's snow yet there, and idk when the snow melts in NY...but if anyone wants to inform me of the snow patterns of NYC, you're welcome to. In fact, you're encouraged. ;)
And if anyone's wondering, the ring that Barney gave Clint in Chappie 2 was in fact a Claddagh ring (which is, from my understanding, an Irish promise ring).
Thanks for reading, plz review! :D
