Hello readers and followers,
I am truly sorry for not updating. I'm the worst at updating. So...anyway, I'm on break! Yah! So I'll be more likely to update more often. Sorry if this chapter is so short, I wrote it on the road trip to the beach house so it might be really bad because I wrote it up at 1 in the morning. But enjoy!
And happy birthday to my best friend, Bridget!
Chapter 3
"Ah, Camp Victory? I thought this was Camp Liberty?"
Sergeant First Class William James, Hurt Locker
As I followed Maria into the S.H.I.E.L.D Academy, I caught some agents looking at me as I entered. One of the agents walked towards us and stopped in front of Maria.
"This is her?" The agent asked, his tone filled with uncertainly.
"Yes, Barton," Maria answered, placing her arm around me. "Its her."
"Wait. This is his daughter?"
Maria rolled her eyes in annoyance and nodded. The agent nodded before smiling slightly at me.
"Madison River, this is Agent Clint Barton." Maria introduced and Clint held out his hand for me to shake.
My eyes met his dark green eyes and I shook his hand.
"Alright. I'll show you your dorm." Clint nodded and Maria told me that she'd be seeing me later.
I was a little cautious as I followed Clint down the hallway. He had a nice body build. Well…actually I should say that he looked like he worked out every day. He had nice dark green eyes and short dark blonde hair.
"So how long have you been working a S.H.I.E.L.D?" I asked, trying to pick up a conversation.
"Uh…a while," he answered, glancing at me. "Funny how they say that you're his daughter."
"Wait? What? Whose daughter? I-I have no idea who you're talking about."
He didn't answer, but just continued in silence. I sighed and shrugged. He's not willing to tell me anything? That's…odd. I have no idea who he's talking about.
I stood in a crowd of twenty teenagers, all-staring towards the front, at Clint. All of the twenty teenagers were training to become S.H.I.E.L.D agents. But I was the only newbie there so I felt sort of out of place. I fiddled with my fingers, in nervousness as a couple of the teenagers glanced at me, and then muttered something to the person next to them.
"Alright! Trainees, listen up!" Clint shouted and all of the trainees stopped to pay attention. "We have a newbie in our section and her father was one of the greatest S.H.I.E.L.D agents that ever lived." He motioned for me to step forward.
I gulped, slightly, before stepping towards the front and Clint put a reassuring arm around me. "This is Madison River. She's Phil Coulson's daughter."
There was silence in the crowd. Phil Coulson? He was my father? One of the greatest S.H.I.E.L.D agents was my father? Really?
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