So, here's the second chapter! Thanks, people who favorited, followed or reviewed! This is a filler, yay! Ugh, right?

AIRDUCTS, STARK TOWER, NEW YORK, POST-CHITAURI INVASION

"Claws?" He's incredulous. What kind of name is Claws, nickname or otherwise, anyway? Where does she get off calling him that? "Claws? Claws?" Okay, so he's not taking getting a nickname all that well. Sue him. But, seriously though? Claws?

With an annoyed groan, Clint goes on to the special SHIELD email page and starts a new message, to be sent to 'mew_mew_babe'.

Miss Lewis, he starts it.

First, I don't appreciate being called "Claws."

Thankfully, he'd already talked to the Stark pilot, and he was ready to go whenever. Clint had JARVIS get the guy going on his way.

Second, and lastly, Stark's jet should be coming your way. I figure it'll take a few hours at the least, so be thorough with your packing. You will more than likely never step foot in the Nordic hell hole again, so you could also drink just about any drink you can find.

Should he say that? Did anyone want the newbies to be drunk? Was that even safe? Thus, he backspaced.

You will more than likely never step foot in the Nordic hell hole again, so there's something. Right?

Also, try to keep Doctor Foster in the dark as long as possible, please.

Hawkeye.

And he was done. Thank God.

After Stark had found the numbers of the Norway scientist place and some army base, he'd climbed into the ducts and had JARVIS not tell anyone but Natasha where he was. He wasnted to be alone, and even though he was talking to people, it was better than doing it with people looking his way every once in a while, or just flat-out, downright staring.

He clicked on the send button and then glanced down to the next number. This was Banner's girl. He didn't know that the man behind the Hulk had ever been in contact with anyone, really, but that wouldn't've made sense, anyway. Clint slowly punched in all of the numbers on the Stark phone, before waiting for two whole rings.

The voice over the line was female and tired. Was the lady chewing gum? "Yes? How can I help you?" She had an accent that, oddly, Clint couldn't place.

"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for, uh, Betty Ross?"

"Oh," the lady lowered her voice to quiet. "Is this Leonard? Sweetheart, she's not interested in you, and if General Ross get's wind of this..." she trailed off.

"Look, lady, this is Hawkeye. I'm an avenger, and I need to speak with Betty Ross about some left over gamma signatures from the tesseract. You know, the thing that brought an alien army to Earth?"

"Oh!" She squeaked. "Of course, Hawkeye. I'll transfer you." There was some noise, Clint didn't pay much attention to any of it. Then, another female voice came over the line. He thought he was drowning in female voices. Darcy, the lady, Betty, not to mention Natasha, who he could practically hear scolding him about how it wasn't his fault. Focus, he thought then, because he couldn't afford to go down that road.

"Hello. This is Betty Ross. How can I help you?" Clint could kind of tell what Bruce liked about her already - she had a voice that was calming and seemed nice. Probably just being proffesional, but whatever.

"Hi, I'm Hawkeye. Look, is this a secure line?" Tony had warned him that General Ross - Betty's father - would flip his shit if he found out about any of this. Clint wasn't gonna have that - he didn't really know Bruce, but he could magine it'd be a good surprise and might wash off some of the red in his ledger.

"Uh, I don't believe so. Why?" There was panic in her voice, he could tell, but it was covered in some other emotion.

"Your father can't know about this. Do you have an email?" Let's just hope your father isn't listening in right now, he thought.

"What's this about?" She demanded.

"This is about the avengers and the tesseract, ma'am. I will explain everything, but it has to stay between as few people as possible." The tessa\eract was the cover up. He knew he'd kind of have to mention it so that General Ross didn't go crazy with anger.

"Okay," she sighed. "My email is Greenisthebest1 at yahoo dot com." Clint could practically hear her blush.

"Thank you, ma'am. And, if think that's bad, I just spoke to someone who's email is mew_mew_babe, so your's is pretty tame." She sighed in relief. "I'll send that email now," and they both hung up.

Clint started a new email with a sigh. At least she hadn't called him Claws. He was still pissed about that.

Miss Ross,

This isn't about the tesseract, per se. You might end up looking into it, I've heard that it emitts gamma signatures, so you might. This is actually about Bruce Banner - he's requested to see you.

Tony had also said that Betty might not exactly want to come, so he had to persaude her. Bruce probably wouldn't mind, and they had a Thor if he did.

There will be a Stark Industries jet at

He gave the name of the airport and the time it would be there, then.

There might be other women on board, might not. If there are, Thor requested them, but don't talk about why you got on.

Clint wasn't sure if Tony would double up on jets or not. Might as well use a precaution.

That is, if you want to come. You're not required to come, but it would be greatly appreciated. You'd also get to work in Stark labs at your discretion, with a few exceptions.

Hawkeye

Two emails down. None to go. Two opportunities for friends, if they ever found out.

Ugh.

Clint leaned back so that he was laying on his back, then stretched out his arms and shoulders.

He'd done good deeds today, sure, but his ledger was still "dripping."