Welcome back for chapter three. We're still in my OC's point of view. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs and my idea. Everything else is property of Marvel and those who created it.
Side Note: I will be including a language along with my OC, a language that goes with her home planet of Torvoria. I'll include definitions with words that I've created, so have no fear. If they sound like another word from a foreign language, it's just happenstance. Also, this is dated Pre-Avengers and will most likely have a sequel that will be in the Avengers movie-verse. For the record, I'm not against Clintasha at all. I just happen to love Jeremy Renner and would like to see other options.

From Another World

I simply smiled at Clint, although he couldn't see it through my helmet. I turned my attention away from Clint and towards my ship. My hatch door opened after I hit a few buttons on my wrist tool. I backed up, letting all the smoke out. I glanced over at Cline and he was waving smoke out of his face.

"That's a lot of smoke for a 'modest' ship."

"Every system in it has fried and I do mean every system. I might be here longer than expected." Clint laughed behind me. I waited until the smoke completely dissipated before walking into my ship. I examined the systems, groaning at their state, and started to check all the screens which had the same system failure warnings on them.

"That bad, huh?" I lifted my head to see Clint leaning forward towards my ship but not walking into it. I chose not to answer him and started to grab at the wires in the ceiling. My grabbing loosened them up and made a grate fall on top of my head.

"Ah, choda!"

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I just pulled some wires and they loosened up a grate. It landed on my head."

"You okay?"

"I'll be alright." I sat in my chair, pulled out my central core from under my central computer and started to mess with the wires. That wasn't the smartest thing I've done today. "Um, Agent Barton?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a fire extinguisher?"

"There's a fire?"

"Just a small one."

"I'll be right there." I pulled on the main wire and nearly fell out of my chair trying to avoid the fire. "Whoa!" Clint pushed me behind him and tried to douse the fire with the extinguisher but it wasn't working, it was only making it worse. Thinking quickly, I hit the 'extinguish' button on the side panel of my ship, grabbed Clint and pushed him out before the door slammed shut.

Clint's Point of View

I hit the hangar floor with a thud, groaning as I stood up. I looked around and noticed that Legion wasn't next to me. I looked at Legion's ship and saw smoke coming out of the gaps between the door and the frame. "Legion!" I started to bang on the door but nothing was happening. "Legion!" The second time I shouted her name, Legion's ship door opened up and let the smoke out again. I coughed and waved the smoke out of my face. "Legion?"

"Yes, Clint?"

"I thought you would have suffocated with all that smoke."

"With all the filters in my suit and helmet, it would be impossible for me to suffocate."

"What if the filters fail?"

"Extremely improbable. All our suits go in for maintenance once a week."

"That's efficient. Do you wear the suits all the time?"

"No. We only wear them on exploratory missions where the atmosphere is unstable."

"Earth's atmosphere is unstable for you?"

"No but the planet I was just on had an unstable atmosphere."

"Which planet?"

"A very distant planet."

"Like Neptune?" Legion laughed.

"Sure, let's go with that."

"Agent Barton?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a work bench or a table? I need a flat surface to work on."

"I'll grab you one. Give me one second." I jogged over to the side of the hangar, grabbed two work tables on wheels and wheeled them over to Legion. "Will these do?"

"Perfect. Mezahn."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, sorry. It's Torvorian for thank you."

"You're welcome, then." I glanced at Legion, wondering what she looked like under that suit. "Legion?"

"Yes?"

"Am I ever gonna see you without your helmet?" Legion laughed and the sound went straight to my pants.

"You will. Very soon, actually."

"Really?"

"Yes. I can't wear my helmet as I rewire my systems. I have a visor that I work with."

"But I can still see your face, right?" Legion laughed again.

"Yes, Clint. Now could you please help me take these wire bundles out of my ship?"

"Sure thing." I followed Legion into her ship, grabbing the wire bundles she threw at me and putting them on the work tables. Five trips later, I honestly started to question how many of these things were left. "Legion? How many more of these bundles are there?"

"Five more, I believe. I'm going to have to rewire every system because all of them fried."

"Won't that take a long time?"

"Not necessarily. I'm pretty skilled at this sort of thing so it won't take too long." We placed the last bundle next to the tables and I sat down on a stool.

"No, not at all. I'm not sure how long it will take in this kind of environment." I watched Legion assess what was in front of her before turning her attention towards me. "I suppose I should get started. Agent Barton, do you have any tools on hand that I can use?"

"Sure do. I'll have another agent bring them up." I grabbed my radio, radioed in to tell some other agents to bring up tools and turned back to Legion. "So what is your planet like?"

"Busy."

"Do you have flying cars and moving sidewalks like the Jetsons?"

"Some our sidewalks move and some people have flying cars. Who are the Jetsons?"

"It was an old cartoon on television. They were a family living in the future. They had flying cars, moving sidewalks, robots, food in pill form, the whole deal."

"Well, we have all of those things on my planet. Does that make us the Jetsons?" I laughed.

"It does to anyone who doesn't know any better."

-FIN-

That's it for this one. I hope you all enjoyed it and the next one will be out soon. Reviews are always welcome. : )