TO AGGIE2011: I love you okay, everyone go read her stories because those are the also this chapter is shorter than the others but it has a lot of meaning so read on.

"Don't shoot! I'll double whatever someone is paying you just don't do it!" Alex ignored this and shot the man anyway. Now number 124 was lifeless, all the emotion dead from the inside out. Alex looks at the mirror to see a murderer in herself. Someone not worth saving yet they did. They saved her.

Alex sat upright in her bed reaching immediately for her crossbow. She stopped and let out a deep breath. She contemplated her options that night. Go to Clint like she normally did, no he was on a mission. Go to the training room alone, no that would cause suspicion, go to Kip. She stopped there as she was already at his door. She had bothered him about her nightmares every time she has had them and Clint wasn't around. Since Clint was always out it was a lot. She knocked on his door. Seconds later a drowsy looking Kip opened the door.

"Another?" he said Alex just nodded; Kip reached out and hugged his friend and invited her in like they always had done.

"Which one was it?" he asked,

"124" she replied

"You okay?"

"Yeah"

"Did I ever tell you my real name?" Kip asked softly. Alex thought about it, Kip wasn't a common name and she suspected it had been a nickname but it was printed on everything official so he must have changed it.

"No actually" she concluded,

"Well my name is Chris," he faltered, "nobody has called me that since I was 5." Alex thought about it.

"Do you mind if I call you that?" Kip looked at her like something inside of him was gleaming. She continued,

"Chris."

"Well agents, your first mission has arrived" Director Coulson directed at them. Alex looked at Chris, they were finally going to put the two months of figuring each other out to the test.

"You two will be heading to New York to investigate a black market dealer. He has been dealing out illegal weapons for the past sixth months and is set to be in New York next week at a large party." Coulson concluded.

"So we will be going under cover?" Chris asked, a lot had happened since he uncovered his name to Alex. They had gotten so used to each other that they could fight together in near perfect synchronization. That was trust.

"Yes, undercover indeed, you will be flying out tomorrow so pack what you need today and get ready." The director tosses Alex a file.

"One final thing Director" Alex says, she sounds so official right now.

"Yes agent Wild" Coulson says,

"We need the card" Chris is confused now, 'what card?'

"Yes, here you go" Coulson tosses a slick black card to Alex almost like a, 'oh a credit card,' if they are going undercover they need to play the part. Chris follows Alex out of the room. Chris goes back to his room and packs a duffel bag full of clothes, guns, and sticks his mission batons carefully in the bag. These batons were pointed on the end to allow a stab motion.

Five minutes later Chris is in Alex's room watching her pack the final necessities. A first-aid kit goes in, along with water, food kits, and her crossbow. Then they go to the training room. The two agents have gotten better at sparring since the beginning, each fight lasting a good half an hour until one goes down. It was usually Chris that went down. Alex swings herself up unto the bars and does three rotations before flying off and landing flat on her feet. Alex has been teaching Chris these moves in order to improve his fighting style and man has it been working.

"You can stop staring at me and try it Chris!" she teases. Chris laughs and grabs onto the lowest bar; 5 feet off of the ground. Chris stands on the bar and wobbles a little. Alex effortlessly makes her way down the bars to the lowest one and stands in front of Chris.

"Put more weight in your feet, lower your center of gravity" she says,

"Why?" Chris already felt like all of his weight was in his feet.

"Because I can just do this" Alex punches Chris's shoulder and he can feel his balance give way the next second he was on the ground. "Now come up her and try it on me." Chris scoffed and stood on the bar. When he was balanced he punched Alex in the shoulder, hard. He didn't even land the hit. She did an aerial backwards and the momentum Chris had from the punch sent him to the ground. They spent the remaining hours of the afternoon practicing balance on the beams. Chris taught Alex how to use her small stature to be powerful against opponents off all sizes. And Alex took this new knowledge and applied it to her beam work.

At dinner the two agents sat with Clint and Natasha who had just returned from their mission. Alex filled them in on what they missed. And Clint told them about their successful mission. When done all four agents go to the training gym. Clint and Alex went to the top beam, 50 feet tall, and fought like they were on solid ground. Whenever one was falling they sprung left to the next beam down, 40 feet, and continued. While this was happening Chris and Natasha were fighting on the ground. Her fighting style was much like Alex's, except with years more experience. Natasha took Chris down too easily and they stopped. Alex had Clint back side on the beam with her cross bow aimed at him. They were both breathing heavily. Alex hopped down and Clint soon followed.

"Who won here?" Chris asked,

"Well, Chr-Kip, I finally have put down the hawk." She looked over to Clint who had an ashamed smile on his face.

"I'm getting old!" Clint complained. Alex had a devilish smile on her face,

"Tell that to all the times Phil has put you down!" Natasha was laughing now. Chris knew that director Phil was Clint's handler much like Clint was to Alex so he laughed along with them.

"Hey, Phil only beat me a little bit of the time!" Clint complained,

"Hah, it was more than a little bit Hawks," the look on Clint's face was stunned as Director Coulson strode into the gym. "I'm just here to tell you two," hey points at Alex and Chris, "to go to sleep, wheels up at 7 tomorrow." And with that he exited the gym.

"Well goodnight guys," Alex said and strode off towards the showers. Clint and Natasha left and that left Chris all alone. Smiling he climbed up onto the low beam and practiced for another hour. Now he could run on the beam comfortably and started pretend fighting. After that he took a shower, and went to bed.

This is the shorter one so far, but the last one is a lot longer so don't fret guys