A/N: Well...this kinda vomited from my brain. And I mean that literally. This story is based off a dream I had, but a bit tidier. I understand that it's a bit ridiculous and bad, but whatever. I had to get it out there. Enjoy the short little oneshot!
~PJA
She Belongs to Clint Barton
"Hello, you must be the new recruits." Agent Maria Hill stood in front of a group of about seven twenty-six year old men, prepped up all clean, eager to get in to the main building, as they were currently waiting in the lobby. "My name is Agent Maria Hill. I'll be your guide today around the S.H.I.E.L.D. main building, preparing you for your first day on the job. Now, let's get started."
Maria led the group of recruits into the elevator, and they descended a couple floors before reaching S.H.I.E.L.D.'s main base. The men were completely awed at everything they saw, and were constantly swiveling their heads to get a good look at everything.
"This is the S.H.I.E.L.D. main base. It's where we do most of the research and communications for our missions," Maria said.
The group meandered along, watching as the other agents did their work. Maria did her best to make sure the new agents didn't eavesdrop on any top secret mission work.
Soon, however, they ran into another agent.
"Oh, sorry, Maria, I didn't see you there," she said.
"It's alright."
"Leading around another group of newbies?"
"Yes, this one less rambunctious than the last." Maria turned to the group. "Everyone, this is Agent Natasha Romanoff, one of the best agents we have here. She knows about a dozen ways to kill you with a knife, a gun, and her bare hands."
Of course, the men weren't really listening to her that much; they were salivating over Natasha. Maria rolled her eyes; she had seen this before. All the male new agents immediately fell head-over-heels for Natasha, thinking she was sexy hot or something. Maria never really wanted to delve into those heads of theirs. And she would have to break it to them every single time. After Natasha had gone a good distance away, of course.
"Oh, don't even think about that. You don't know how many new agents we've lost that way. Besides. She belongs to Agent Clint Barton."
Immediately all seven of the newbies looked both crestfallen and confused. "Who's that?" one of them asked.
"I believe you know him better as Hawkeye."
That darkened the mood in the room. All the newbies knew Hawkeye, and how deadly he could be with an arrow.
"What do you mean 'She belongs to Agent Clint Barton'?"
"Well, their relationship isn't exactly a secret; they came out with it about a year ago. I don't think I've ever seen people more deeply in love. Therefore, Natasha belongs to Clint Barton. And I don't think Clint will like it very much if anyone tried to mess with his girl. Now, any questions?"
The agents were silent.
Maria smiled. "Good. Oh, look – there's Clint now!"
And sure enough, up ahead, there was Clint Barton. He was headed straight for Natasha. The agents watched as Clint snuck up behind her, swung her around to the other side to face him, hold her in his arms, lean her down, and kiss her. Maria thought this was all so sweet, but it was even sweeter knowing it was getting on the deepest nerves of the new agents.
Maria waited until the couple had moved on from in front of them before moving on. "Now, moving on. Next up is the medical wing, which is where you'll end up if you get on Clint's bad side…"