A/N: Chapter three! You guys have been great so far. I do not own the Avengers or Marvel.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Banner, just discussing the uniform and the sorts of assignments the team was often sent on. He was really pretty cool, if a bit shy and quiet, but I couldn't really blame him. His other half was the Hulk after all, so he didn't really interact with people very often, besides Stark.
"Agent Ackley?" The voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I turned to see a gruff-looking man. He had on a rather unique uniform, and I supposed he must have been part of the team. I nodded. "Come with me. We have an assignment." He turned and walked away, not even checking to make sure that I had been following. I hurried to catch up to him.
"Excuse me, sir?" He glanced at me. "What is the mission, if I can ask?" He shook his head, facing forward again. I frowned, but followed along quietly, a bit uncomfortable. "Can I at least ask who you are?" Now it was his turn to be surprised, though he worked to cover it well.
"I'm Agent Barton. Most of the team calls me Hawkeye." I nodded as we approached the flight deck. "I hope you know how to fly these things, Agent." He sounded unsure, and I held in a smirk.
"Depends on your idea of fly."
"Alright, time to go now!" Barton lept into the jet as I started the engines, snapping switches into place. He sat quickly and I shut the door as a hail of bullets rained against the outer paneling on the jet. I lifted us sharply into the air, ignoring his grunt as he was tossed around. I shot off, taking the long way to the helicarrier in case we were followed. "You mind not trying to kill me, Agent?"
"You mind not getting my jet shot at?" I retorted, settling into a general speed. He moved up to the copilot seat, pulling a headset on and glowering at me. I stuck my tongue out at him as I flew back to base.
"Whatever. We got the job done, and they don't know who we were." He huffed, double checking my readings. I rolled my eyes, focusing on the task at hand. After a bit, I started to smirk; he noticed. "What?" He asked.
"You asked me just how good a pilot I am, right?" After the scare he'd given me, I knew he deserved a small one of his own. After all, Romanoff could have flown him; he didn't have to take me. He looked wary as he nodded. "Well, since I'm new, maybe I should prove myself." I tightened my belt and snapped the autoflight off before he could protest. He pulled his own harness on tight just as I dropped us quickly.
"Ackley!" He sounded genuinely concerned, and I chuckled as I pulled out of the dip and twirled us around. I silenced a few alarms that sounded, giving a whoop as I shot us back up over the clouds. As I leveled off, I laughed and glanced towards him. He was glaring at me, but it didn't last long. All too soon, he was laughing alongside me. "Alright, welcome to the team, Ackley." I nodded, and steered us back towards home. Three down, two to go.
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