A/N: Here it is, guys...The long-awaited, FINAL CHAPTER of She Belongs to Clint Barton! I hope this lives up to y'alls expectations. Thank you SO SO MUCH for all your feedback! This has been great!
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Chapter 3
Ten minutes later, Maria Hill knew things were going to hell. They had left the training room, most of the men feeling somber. However, there was always the one that left feeling agitated and reckless, and undoubtedly, there was one of those today. The man was tall, muscular, unshaven, and had an air of "I will kill you if you mess with me." He was grumbling to the other men. He thought he was quiet enough that Maria couldn't hear, but she was a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent. Her ears had grown accustomed to hearing "soft" voices.
"I am going to do something about this," the burly man said. "There is no way she can love that man. They have to be putting on an act. They are spies, for God's sake! They lie for a living! When I see that woman, I'm gonna make a move, and make her come out of her shell."
Maria could tell that about half the group agreed with him, and half the group did not. She shook her head. This happened all the time, and it would always end the same way.
She led the group to the next stop on the tour, which just happened to be one of the more specialized rooms for missions. It was large, but smaller than the main base, more enclosed, and was lined wall to wall with computers and screens. Currently there was no one in the room, though only because there weren't any missions going on right now. The recruits filed into the room, and Maria began to point out what some of the computers were functioned to do.
However, right then was when Natasha decided to enter the room.
"Sorry, I think I left something of mine in here. I'm just gonna go and…"
That was when the large burly man took her and held her in his arms.
"Well, hello there," he said, trying to sound seductive. "Have we met? My name's Brendan. And you, hot stuff, need to go someplace with me." He began slowly drawing his index finger up Natasha's arm. "Maybe we could…"
"YOU! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
The next thing Brendan knew, he was socked on the jaw. His grip on Natasha loosened, and she broke free of him. The man's eyelids fluttered open to see a fuming Clint Barton standing in front of him. He did not look happy.
"I saw what you did there," Clint said, his voice full of venom. He leaned in closer to the other man's face. "And you will not do it again, understood?"
Brendan nodded, sweat appearing on his brow.
"And now," Clint's voice dropped to a low whisper. "You will suffer the wrath of the Hawk."
Brendan began to fear for his life, despite the fact that this man was four inches shorter than him.
Clint twisted the man's arm and flipped him onto the ground. The other recruits immediately backed another foot away. They were impressed and scared by the Hawk's strength. Brendan then got up again, only to be kicked in the chest by Clint. Brendan attempted to grab Clint's ankle, only for Clint to hop out of the way at the last second. The other man tried and tried to get back up, but Clint just kept on pushing him down. Eventually, he surrendered, but only after a fatal kick had been delivered to his balls.
Clint left the man moaning on the ground and slid next to Natasha, taking both his hands in hers. "I'm sorry, Nat. You know that it gets me every time."
"Clint," Natasha said, gazing into his eyes. "You know I have eyes only for you."
Maria smiled. This moment tugged at her heart every time. It seemed like it had the same effect as some of the recruits, too. But only some.
"Hang on a minute," one of them interjected. "'Every time'?"
"Yes, every time," Clint answered, snaking one of his arms around Natasha's waist. "You don't think this happens every time we bring in recruits?"
The assassins said no more. They simply did a one-eighty pivot and began their march out the door, their steps exactly in sync. Once they were a sizable distance away, they stopped, and Clint leaned in for another kiss.
It warmed Maria's heart to see them, but she knew she didn't want the recruits watching the two of them make out. She tapped the button on her communicator.
"We've got a recruit in here needing some medical attention. Please send in some agents to collect him," she said.
"On it, Hill," Fury buzzed back.
Maria and the recruits were on their way out just as the agents came in to collect Brendan. They watched as he was toted off to the medical wing.
She led the group back to the elevator, where they had first entered base. "I hope you've enjoyed your tour of headquarters. If you are still interesting in joining us, please fill out the forms we've sent to your homes. If not, please burn anything and everything that has to do with S. H. I. E. L. D. We'd like to keep our name off the radar." Maria pressed the button on the wall beside her, summoning the elevator. "Enjoy the rest of your day, and consider your options carefully."
The elevator dinged and slid open. The recruits filed in, and Maria heard one final muttered comment as they slid closed.
"I'm not risking getting close to anyone who belongs to Clint Barton."
Maria smirked as she walked away from the elevator, back to main base. It was good to know that they were getting into their thick skulls. However, now she had to prepare for the next group of recruits, who would be arriving in thirty minutes. Thankfully, this one was a group entirely of women. She would just have to remind them that Clint Barton belonged to Natasha Romanoff…
A/N: And now...here come thanks!
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