Fury pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just spit it out, Steve! What do you want?"

Steve searched for the right words. "Um, a favor."
"You're hardly in a position to be asking for favors."

"With all due respect, general..." Steve began with slow dignity. "I wish you would hear me out instead of shutting me off immediately."

Fury gritted his teeth and folded his hands behind his back. "Continue."

"It's for Hawkeye..."
"No. You know where the door is."

"Nick, would you just listen?" Steve demanded exasperatedly. "I know I'm-one of-the last people you want to see, but I owe him. He's feeling a little out of it and I can't have him going-" Cap stopped himself.

"Going what?" Nick turned around and his dark expression spurred Steve to words.

"...Section 8. I can't have him going Section 8 on us."
"You do realize Section 8 is no longer in effect." Nick deadpanned.

"It-really? Nevermind!" Steve shook his head angrily. "Point is, I caught him watching something on the telly and...are you aware of his childhood?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. general lifted his chin and stared at Steve with patience and a warning tone. "All of my agents go through a required psychological screening. If there was something wrong with him, we'd know about it."

"But did you know his father was an alcoholic?"

Fury blinked in confusion. "What? No, his father was a successful business man. He had a fondness for golf and vacations."

Cap frowned. "Last night, Clint told me his father was an alcoholic. Who abused him and his brother."

Fury snorted, "I don't know what lies the kid's been feeding you, Cap, but see for yourself." A hologram materialized in front of the two with paragraphs of information on Hawkeye. "Father: a successful and loving business man. Liked golf and vacations."

"Could anyone have tampered with the records?"
Fury laughed. "Yeah right. Listen, Cap. S.H.I.E.L.D. has state-of-the-art techies monitoring the security systems at all times. No way he or anyone else could've broken in."

"Oh really?" Steve pointed to the last sentence under Hawkeye's health records.

By the way, congratulations for reading all of this. This is really fake. I just want to see how long it takes someone to realize that.

Fury stared at the screen a moment longer before punching a button. The hologram disappeared from sight and he cursed silently under his breath.

If he wasn't waiting for Fury to acknowledge he was right, Cap might've been impressed or humored by Hawkeye's cleverness.

"I should skin the little punk!" Fury grumbled.

"A meeting with Agent Mockingbird." Steve said confidently.

"What?"

"That's what I want. A meeting with Mockingbird."
"You mean, Hawkeye gets a meeting with Mockingbird?"
"Yes."

Fury opened his mouth as if to protest, then sighed deeply. "Fine. But you'll owe me."

"Thank you, sir!" Cap saluted quickly before dashing out the door.

Fury watched the star-spangled Avenger leave, then turned to the hologram projector. "Maybe I should get them to read the whole thing."

"Hiya, sport."

"Hey Mor-Bobbi." Clint stood up to greet her, stretching his arm for a handshake.

Mockingbird glanced at Clint's hand before taking her seat. "You gonna tell me why Fury stuck us in an interrogation room?"

Clint shrugged. "It was the best deal we could get."

Mockingbird gazed at the black panel of one-way glass warily. "We? Are your Avenger buddies watching us?"

"Nope."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. operative frowned at Clint, then relented and took off her mask. She tossed her blonde hair behind her shoulders and leaned back comfortably in her chair.

"So what do you want?"

"Remember when we were at HYDRA Island, and I told you to run?"

"All too well."

"Well, why didn't you?"

"Cap and Panther dropped by, in case you've forgotten."

"Were you gonna run if they hadn't burst in?"
"No."

Hawkeye looked more than a little ill at ease. "We were both gonna die if Cap and Panther hadn't come."
Bobbi grinned. "It comes with the costume, right?"

The archer didn't relax. "You could've died. All because I convinced you to come with me."

Bobbi rolled her eyes. "Tell me you're not going on a guilt trip."
Clint was silent.

"Look, it's not your fault. I agreed to go with you. And if we died, we both would've been to blame. Okay?"

A huge weight seemed to lift itself from Clint's shoulders. "Okay."

Bobbi picked up her mask and stood up. "Can I go?"

"Uh-uh. That's not the only reason I wanted to talk." Hawkeye sprang from his chair to walk around the table, smiling at Bobbi.

"Do you want to grab some dinner?"

For those of you unaffiliated with military crap, Section 8 was a category of dismissal in which soldiers were discharged for psychological issues. It's no longer in effect, as Fury points out, because psychological screenings are required to enter in the service.

Short chapter, but I ended each little section exactly where I thought it should end. Thanks for reading! :)