Chapter Five

Alli sat in Patchy's office with Clint standing directly behind her beside the door and Tony sitting next to her. She assumed that Clint was in here because of the fact that she escaped easily last time and Tony was in here because well.. He was her father biologically. The room was nicely furnished. The seats felt like some kind of exotic leather and the Fury's desk was made from mahogany. Filing cabinets lined the back of the room and a few computers sat on another desk off to the side. Even though it was on the Helicarrier, the Director's office was quite impressive. Finally Patchy cleared his throat after some time and eyed Alli as if she were the plague while she was still looking around the room.

"Why am I here?" she asks him cautiously, her face giving away no emotion.

"You injured some of my men a few days ago," he says and eyes her.. With his only eye. She wondered if he was going to arrest her or press charges.

She couldn't help but smile a bit. It looked too funny in her opinion. Patchy here, was the Director of one of the most elite organizations of the United States, but he wore an black eyepatch slapped across one of his eyes. She found it hard to keep a serious face when looking directly at him.

"Now. Who exactly do you work for?" he says, leaning across the table and his face remained inches from hers.

Tony had told her she was only going to be asked a few questions but this was more of an interrogation. She heard Tony suck in a short breath of air and look at the Director. Clint seemed to shuffle around, shifting his back to a more suitable position behind her.

"That's classified information, sir," she says, "I made an oath not to utter a single word."

Patchy looks a bit disappointed but his gaze hardens. She stares right back at him, her eyes narrowing in defiance. The stare-down continued for a couple of minutes until Clint decided to clear his throat loudly. Fury flicks his gaze to Clint, then to Tony, then back to Alli. He leans back in his seat and it creaks in protest.

"You do know that the.. Program.. Your working for is SHIELDs number two enemy. So we may have to convince you to tell us.." Fury begins.

She knew he would eventually threaten her for information on Luka and her 'group'. They had killed too many important officials to permanently get SHIELD off their backs. She wouldn't betray Luka or her brothers and sisters even if they tried to.. Force it out of her. She was truly loyal to them. Not SHIELD, not Clint or Steve, not Tony, and certainly not an Asgardian god who tried to destroy New York with an army of robots.

"Agent Barton, please escort our.. Guest.. To her assigned room," Patchy tells Clint, his voice still gruff and commanding. She knew he would get the answers out of her later once she got all comfortable. She wouldn't let that happen.

Clint got up and opened the door. He waited for Alli and she swiftly stood up, pushing the chair back some, and walks over to him with Tony flanking her. Tony split off from the pair once Clint began to lead her down the many grey hallways and eventually stop in front of a metal door labeled with some numbers and letters. Clint slides an identification card through the swiping machine and the door opens, revealing a fancy-like room. Of course it didn't feel like home at all to her.

There was a four-poster bed, a separate bathroom, a dresser and wardrobe, a television, radio and a computer. The bathroom had all of her basic necessities along with a few extra items. She pondered on if she received any good television channels from the Helicarrier. More than likely, she would be able to watch any channels that she desires to see. She shuffles inside of the room.

"I'll.. See you later Alli," Clint says, the door closing.

She sighs and looks for some type of window. There was none. She growls in frustration and pulls out her iPhone. She decides to play Plaque Inc. this time. It was an app that let you basically destroy the world, but you were a disease that slowly spread across the seven continents.

After a couple of hours, Clint walks into the room with a tray of wonderful-smelling food.

"I thought you might be hungry," he smiles a bit and sits down beside her.

She takes the tray and begins eating. The food tasted so delicious. After a while, Clint clears his throat like he did before and she glances at him. His light brown hair looked a bit more ruffled than usual. She wondered if he had trained at all today. Or if he even needed training.

"So, can you use a bow Alli?" Clint asks her.

"'Course I can," she states plainly.

"Do you think your.. Really good at shooting a bow?" his voice is a bit more playful and challenging.

"Is that a challenge, Clint Barton?"

"Why yes it is, Alli Stark."

"Challenged accepted, just let me get adjusted to a bow of my choice,"

After she eats everything on the tray Clint leads her to a vacant training room with moving targets. He beckons her to a rack of different bows and she tries each of them, pulling back an invisible fake arrow and checking the stringing. Finally, she picks a smaller bow than most of the weapons and grabs some arrows.

"I'll go easy on you," Clint says, smirking.

Two-hundred and three moving targets later, Clint and Alli were sweating from the physical exercise. Each target was a different distance and moved in a unique pattern. Clint was breathing heavily beside of her. Many of the targets had their bullseyes loaded with arrows that piled on top of each other. Some had a couple a centimeter off the center, but most were directly in the middle.

"Not too bad. For a rookie,"

"I beat you Clint,"

"No you didn't. It was a tie,"

"Whatever,"

After a couple minutes of just resting, Clint looks at her. He had blue eyes like Steve, but Steve's seemed more.. Blue. They were like the sky on a cloudless day.. If that made sense. And Loki's.. Loki's reminded her of a lush forest filled with lies. Clint's muscly arms were able to be seen from his training sweater-thing and his facial features seemed sharp up close. His lips were quirked up into a smile and he escorts her back to her room.

"Alli.. I never realized how beautiful your hair looks," he says quietly, standing in her doorway. She had been running a brush through her hair.

Alli remains solemn and looks away from Clint, blushing. She hears him leave when the door snaps shut. She knew what she had to do. Before she went into the indoor part of the Helicarrier, she calculated their distance from the sea and how far away they were from land. She pulls out a long pole from her sheaths she used for her swords that was about half of her height along with one of her swords.

Slowly, she cut her way through the flooring and dropped into the part of the Helicarrier with all the pipes and stuff. She heard steam close by but knew it wasn't truly a threat. She begins to saw her way through that floor with her right sword when the alarm begins to blare. She cuts faster and jumps out through the hole. Unfortunately, she didn't know they went higher up in elevation.

As she was falling, she gripped the pole with both of her hands and it turned into a weird flying device. She made it a couple of years ago out of boredom. She stood on it confidently and flew off at top speed towards Rhode Island, the closest piece of land from her current location.

She landed in someone's backyard and the flying machine turned back into your average three-foot long pole. She walks into the closest set of trees to conceal her from cameras and whatnot and leans against a tree, pulling out her iPhone. That's when she felt the slight prick in the back of her neck. A sedative. She drops to her knees as a shadow looms over her menacingly. He slams the butt of his gun into the side of her head before she could fight back. Her world swirls into darkness.

Please review.. I know it may be a lot to ask but I want to know your opinion on how good or bad my story is. Also, what do you think about the moment she and Clint shared? And who do you think kidnapped her?

-Blade