I ignored the pounding feeling that was caused by the blood pooling in my head. I glared over at Clint, who also seemed to be feeling the effects of being hung upside down over the enemy's heads. "Trust me, he said."

"Brantley…" He sighed.

"I know what I'm doing, he said."

"Now isn't the time to do this." Clint snapped.

"They'll never look for us down this hallway. We need to go right, he said." I rambled. The last thing I needed was to run into complications on a mission trying to track down the telekinetic serial killer we'd been looking for, for nearly a month.

"I thought the cameras were off!" Clint was at his wit's end too, he was already looking at a huge pile of paperwork once we got back to SHIELD, but now… the original pile would be doubled, since they think an assassination turned confrontation might reveal more than a simple assassination. And because the council doesn't have anything better to do than try to make our hands fall off from overusing pens.

"I said we should have gone left!" I snapped.

The men who had tied us to the ceiling hooks waved guns at us, ordering in Spanish for us to 'shut the hell up' before the boss came by.

"I'm senior agent, I give the orders!"

"Well, they're the wrong orders! Besides, I'm a Captain! You're still just a Special Ops Agent! I outrank you!"

"You're a kid!"

"I'm a Captain!"

"You're a kid!"

"I'm a Captain!"

"I'm your father!"

"I've been on this case longer than you!"

"I saved you from the streets!"

"I saved you from Loki!"

I finally managed to slip my hands out of their restraints, even though the bonds around my feet kept me from falling. Clint slipped his hands free as well, and we both had the same idea.

We turned towards each other, throwing punches and leaning back and forth to try and land a hit. Clint's arms were longer, but I was faster. I felt a few of his punches hit my face, but I made sure to deal them right back out to his jaw.

He grunted as one of my fists hit his cheek, "Brat!"

His fist came down like a sledge hammer on my collarbone. "Old man!"

I heard someone asking in Spanish if this was what a dysfunctional family was like, and I scoffed. "You haven't seen the half of it."

Clint grabbed the hand I tried to punch him with, pulling me into a headlock. "Stop talking about our personal life you little brat!"

"Get off me!" I shoved my elbow into his abdomen, and he let go of my neck. I swayed hard left, before swaying right and slamming into Clint. "Damn you Clint!"

"Well stop moving around!"

"Stop telling me what to do!"

"ENOUGH!"

We both turned our attention to who had just walked into the building. She was about six foot seven, but her heeled hooker boots made her look seven feet. She had an Asian complexion, with obviously dyed blonde hair. She had a nose ring, connected by a chain to a piercing on her ear. If she didn't look enough like a street walker, her fishnet leggings, leather mini skirt, and black tube top sure as hell went the extra mile.

"I'm tired of seeing what's passing as quality American Television now days in my hide out." She snarled, "You've been on my tail for months Agent Evans-"

"Almost had you in Paris." I smirked, "Seriously, how did you get out of that sewer?"

"I grow weary of your attempts to try and stop me." She continued. "So I went digging into your past, and I've discovered you're truly remarkable. Odds have been against you your entire life, from your childhood in a circus, to the streets, your career in SHIELD, the second attack from Loki, everything you have ever accomplished in your life."

"Missed some pretty big details, but okay." I mumbled.

"Why are we still listening to this?" Clint complained.

"I wanna see if she drops any secrets in her rambling." I whispered. "The crazy villains always do that in the movies!"

"She doesn't know anything important!" Clint insisted.

"So it really is a shame, Agent Evans, that your amazing story ends here." She smirked up at me, placing one hand on her temple. She was probably readying her telekinetic powers to snap my brain in half. "After all, it's only fitting your greatest enemy is the one to take you out."

"You wish you were my greatest enemy!" I snapped. "Honey, you ain't even on my radar!"

Her face went from bragging to extremely pissed off at light speed, but before she could say anything in response, Clint and me both slipped out of the roped around our ankles, flipping to the ground. Immediately we were back to back, fists held up at the ready.

The minute she realized her telekinesis wasn't working, she stumbled back as her guards held up their guns. "What the-"

"Friend of mine saw through your illusion." I smirked, "You're not telekinetic. You've got some kind of weird machine that you send GPS coordinated to, depending on where your target is located. Then, that machine manufactures some kind of telekinetic-like material, and shoots it towards the coordinates."

Her eyes widened, before she smirked, "Well, looks like this went down just how it was supposed to."

She nodded to her guards, "Kill them."

Clint chuckled, "And now the fun part begins."

"Oh hell yes."

THE NEXT MORNING AT SHIELD:

"Well, look whose back." Tyson said, smiling politely up at me from his physics book. "I heard through the grape vine someone bagged herself an international terrorist."

I nodded, stopping at the coffee machine to grab my special mug. It was a birthday present from Clint, and while to the average person that sounds like the most thoughtless present ever, I liked it. It was a white mug, and it had a dark purple letters on it that spelled "Sometimes the best part about my day, is that my chair spins."

I knew he had gotten that for me after he had walked in on me in the middle of a big pile of paperwork marathon. I had been bored out of my mind, and my hand had started cramping after all the writing, so I had wheeled my chair away from my desk, stared up at the concrete ceiling, and did what any circus kid would do. I spun around in my chair really fast with my hands in the air.

He had walked in on me in the middle of that, and did something only another circus kid would do. He walked out of the room, brought back another spinning chair, and we both started having spinning contest. It ended with both of us falling off our chairs and getting concussions. Instead of having to go to the med bay, and go through the embarrassment of explaining what happened, we just got Cam to help us out.

I filled the mug up to the brim with coffee, not bothering with creamer, milk, or sugar. I had learned a long time ago that stuff was just nonsense that took away the actually flavor, and you ended up with less caffeine.

"Yeah, I did."

"Well what happened to her?" Tyson asked.

"The council will read my mission report, Clint's Mission report, and Jason and Cam's mission report. They'll decide what to do with her. But she's definitely going to jail." I took a big gulp of my coffee, relishing the light burn over my mouth and the bitterness seeping into my tongue.

"Must have been nice for you." Tyson mused, "Being back in field work after so long."

"It was." I admitted, walking past him towards my office. "But now, I just want a nice, quiet day behind my desk."

"Sounds like boss lady is losing her edge." Someone chuckled, walking in. It was Spider Girl, with Hell hero right behind her. "You're not turning into one of those secretaries with dragon lady finger nails on us, are you?"

"Shut the hell up." I snapped, walking to my office. I nearly dropped my coffee cup, seeing a stack of paperwork three times the normal size on my desk. "Holy Shit!"

My computer lit up, Jason's face appearing on it, "You saw the paperwork, I assume?"

"Yes." I answered, then put my coffee cup up to my lips and pretended to drink while I mumbled. "You son of a bitch."

"I heard that."

"I know." I drank for real this time, letting the bitter taste of coffee slowly become my only companion in the hours of paperwork facing me. I'd complain that we should be allowed to do paperwork on the computer, but considering I'm a retard when it comes to anything technological, I'm safer with the pen and paper.

"Wouldn't have to put up with that as a field agent." Jason said. He was still pouty about me becoming a captain, and being taken out of the field. With me as Captain Evans instead of Agent Evans, Jason and Cam couldn't call me down there in the middle of the night (usually on my day off) to rant about some new evidence on a case that challenged the laws of physics. I used to not be able to understand a word they said, but after nearly a year in SHIELD, their forensics talk was slowly beginning to make sense to me. It scared me a little.

"Jason, why don't you just go terrorize one of your squinterns?" I suggested, pulling down a file from the very top of the paperwork.

"They aren't as fun as you are!" I rolled my eyes. "They have PHD's, and anything I try and teach them they already know!"

"Good bye, Jason." I shut the computer down, and turned back to my paperwork. This one happened to be a complaint about one of my agents. Someone down in the med bay had caught Jade and Tyson doing it on a hospital bed.

I felt my ears turn pink as I wrote the doctor a sincere apology.

WITH JADE:

Tyson's hands had a firm grip on my waist as his tongue snaked between my lips, caressing mine slowly yet surely. I pushed back against his tongue teasingly. His finger tips pushed up underneath my shirt, brushing against my bare skin. A shiver escaped my lips,and I could feel him chuckle in my mouth.

He pulled away from my lips, going up against my neck to bite and suck, trying to get a moan out of me by finding just the right spot. He found it, just like he always found it, and exploited it harshly. I felt a deep moan work its way out of my throat, and that only made him pull me closer.

"Tyson…" His name was mostly breath, with hardly any sound to it at all.

"I love you." He mumbled against my neck.

He bit down hard against my collar bone, and I responded by gasping while I dug my nails into his back.

"I love both of you kids."

Tyson and I pulled away from each other quickly, seeing Dr. Bruce Banner looking about as uncomfortable as he could be while trying to do some kind of math on the touch screens.

"But, could you please not do this in my lab?"

I felt my face get as red as my eyes, and Tyson immediately took three steps away from me. He always takes three steps back whenever we get caught. Which happens a lot actually.

"How- how long have ya been in here?" I asked.

"About five minutes."

Well, that's not so bad.

"Before you two came in."

Well… damn.

We bolted out o the lab, desperate not to have to look Bruce in the eye. Is there any room in S.H.I.E.L.D. where we won't get walked in on? Or we won't walk (crawl) in on other people?

"Is there any point in trying again?" Tyson asked.

I thought for a moment. "Ah think there's a room in the Squint's lab that they only go in once a day, like clockwork. That won't be for another six hours, wanna go there?"

Tyson paused, "Isn't that the room where they keep all the Jane Doe and John Doe remains that are to disgusting and fleshy to put on a table in the open?"

"… Yeah. Do ya not wanna try?"

"No I'm all for it, let's go."

SIX HOURS LATER:

Jason sighed, opening the door to the preservation room. He paused for a moment, seeing Tyson and Jade involved in each other on one of the empty tables. He shrugged to himself, walking past them, stepping over shirts, a bra, a pair of boxers, until he got to table 118. He looked down at Jane Doe 56, politely nodding to her and the water parasites that had done a number on her genitalia.

He wheeled her past Jade and Tyson, who still hadn't noticed him. Once he got Jane Doe 56 out the door, he called back over his shoulder, "Hey Tyson, I get your into the one on right, but don't keep neglecting lefty."

He closed the door behind him, a part of him delighting in the glare he could practically feel through the door from Jade.

"Hey, Dr. Jason?"

Jason looked up from his giggles to see a boy about five foot and eleven inches standing at his lab desk. He had blonde hair that seemed to spike up in every direction, and dark green eyes.

Jason's eyes widened, "Uh, yeah?"

"Do you know where Brantley is? I thought she would be here."

Jason snorted, "Not anymore Blondie, she's in her new office. You know, where your old rec room was."

"Thanks Jay."

Jason took a smaller parasite out of the shredded genitalia, and was about to go to work on removing the stomach contents to see what type of bacteria was in the lake the woman drowned in, when a thought suddenly hit him. "Did Blondie just call me… Jay?"