With Avengers: Age of Ultron coming out later this year I thought 'Hey, what about on OC origin story?' and so here it is. It features canon and OC characters.
A summer night loitered in the air as Doctor Ackerly sat at her desk busying away at her computer. Gabriella was reading up on the latest working of S.H.I.E.L.D. technology and what could be done to better them. She sipped at her tea with her legs kicked up on the table reading the wad of information on the computer screen. Whenever she had a pause in typing out ideas that would help S.H.I.E.L.D. she would drum her fingers on the table.
Gabriella glanced at the clock on the wall 23:34pm blared back at her. She sighed and rubbed her tired face. She has been up since dawn for almost two days helping S.H.I.E.L.D. out with a terrorist that had infiltrated the US congress in order to kill of most congressmen. She desperately needed some sleep. So she finished reading the last paragraph with heavy and sore eyes and saved the computer document. She turned off the computer and yawned wide.
Leaving the empty mug of tea on the desk she headed to her room kicking off her shoes and taking off her jacket on the way. Her dog followed her to the bedroom. Ackerly shut the open curtains and turned out all the lights. She didn't bother to take the rest of her clothes off before she flopped onto the bed and covered herself in the soft sheets. Her blue merle border collie joined her on the end of the bed. She yanked out her hair tie and tossed it onto the carpet somewhere. She told Orion goodnight and patted his head and listened to him settle on the bed. Then she rolled onto her front and closed her stinging eyes. In the distance an owl hooted lulling Gabriella to sleep.
A loud harsh ringing sound woke her up. Orion slept through it. Ackerly noticed that it was still dark outside but thankfully the heat of the previous day had subsided. Ackerly groaned tiredly and rolled over to glance at the clock. She blinked at the blurry digital clock. 2:16am stared back at her. She groaned, swore to herself and sat up, the sheets fell around her. The phone continued to ring with the annoying tone so she quickly, but sleepily, picked it up and answered the call.
"Ye-" she didn't like the way that sounded. It was like she had a blocked throat so she cleared it. "Yeah?" She asked, rubbing her sore eyes and stifling a yawn.
"Sorry about the early morning call, Ackerly," came Phil Coulson's voice, "but you need to come in."
Gabriella groaned and flopped back into the bed, "Phil, I've not even been back for 4 hours," she whined tiredly, "and I've not had a wink of sleep since I got back because I've had to look at those damned analyses. Gimme a couple more hours." She rubbed her forehead.
"You can sleep on the jet. It should be there in half an hour." Coulson replied. "And again, sorry about the morning call."
"It's alright," she dismissed, "I'll see you later." Ackerly hung up the phone and pushed herself up. She forced herself to crawl out of bed and make it; she fluffed the pillows and tucked in the corners. Orion made himself comfy in the middle of the bed. Ackerly had given up on asking S.H.I.E.L.D. what they wanted because they never gave her a straight answer over the phone, even though it's a secure channel. Now she had half an hour before her transport came so she took a soothing shower, ridding her of some aches and pains and got dressed. She brushed the knots from her messy brown hair. She tied on her scuffed boots and pulled on her jacket by the time the jet arrived.
The jet made a lot of noise when it landed in her front yard. The wind currents it created kicked up dirt, stones, and grass and flower petals. Ackerly and Orion rushed to the front door and she opened in time to see the ramp lower and the pilot emerge. It was Clint Barton.
Ackerly grabbed her ready bag that was next to the front door and moved out of the house. She locked the place and headed towards the jet. Orion barked happily when he saw Barton.
Clint met them with a warm smile and rubbed the collie on the head. "Out again, doc?" Barton asked with a cheeky smile. "You need a holiday."
"Tell me something I don't know." Ackerly said. "I need a long, long holiday."
"I honestly have no idea how you're still standing." Barton commented scratching the dog's ear.
"Me neither." Ackerly rubbed her eyes. "C'mon Orion." The three of them walked into the jet. Barton closed the ramp and Ackerly told Orion to sit beside her. She sat down in one of the side seats and strapped herself in.
Barton settled into the pilot seat started up the Quinjet. "This is agent Barton. S.H.I.E.L.D. I have Doctor Ackerly, we'll see you in a couple hours."
"A couple hours? How fast are we flying?" Ackerly asked.
Barton chuckled, "Fast enough." Ackerly chuckled quietly and rolled her eyes.
The jet kicked up dirt and stones as it lifted off the ground. Barton kicked it into gear and it shot off into the sky. The white clouds whooshed passed them. Ackerly felt her eyes get sore.
"Clint." Ackerly asked after a couple minutes of silence.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"D'you mind if I sleep on the journey?" She asked.
"Not at all, G, go ahead." Barton said. "You need the sleep."
"Yeah. I do." Ackerly agreed. The doctor shifted herself so she was able to lie down on the bench; she adjusted her belts and found a soft enough position on the seat. She closed her eyes as she watched the clouds zoom pass.