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Casey glanced around her room. She knew it would only take a few minutes to get unpacked, but she would still have to organize the room to her taste.
Casey sighed and set her duffel bag in front of the closet. She knelt down and started to sort out her clothes when she heard a knock at the door.
"Just a minute." Casey said as she got up and walked to the door.
She opened the door and smiled when she saw Clint leaning against the door frame. He returned the smile before moving to stand in front of Casey.
"Hi, Clint." Casey brushed a strand of hair from her face.
"Hey." Clint looked at her for a moment before continuing, "I was wondering if you would like a tour of Stark Tower. Or at least, a partial tour."
"Sure." Casey nodded. "Just give me a minute to finished putting my clothes away. Come on in..."
Casey walked back over to her closet as Clint walked in and shut the door behind him. Casey began to dig through her duffelbag, pulling clothes out and hanging them up. After a minute, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips.
"Done." Casey turned to grin triumphantly at Clint. "I'll put up the rest of my junk later..."
"Look," Clint rubbed the back of his neck. "If this isn't the right time, we can do the tour later."
"No, now is a great time." Casey smiled at him. "I'd rather be exploring, anyway."
"Okay." Clint returned the smile as he opened the door for Casey.
"Thanks." Casey walked out the door.
Clint shut the door behind them and led Casey down the hall. They turned down another hall and Clint slowed down.
"You've already seen the Rec Room." Clint gestured toward the door at the end of the hall. "That's the door to the gym and firing range."
"Are the gym and firing range in the same room?" Casey's jaw dropped slightly.
"Yeah," Clint nodded.
"Can I see it?" Casey looked at the door
"Sure." Clint shrugged.
Casey walked toward the door, with Clint right behind her. He reached forward and pushed the door open for her. She smiled at him and walked in. She moved to the middle of the room and looked around.
Clint couldn't keep the grin off his face as he watched Casey examine all the gym equipment before moving on to the firing range. Casey looked at another door toward a corner of the large room.
"That the locker room?" She asked.
"Yep." Clint nodded.
"This is definitely an improvement over the SHIELD gym..." Casey marveled.
"Tony Stark may be a pain in the neck at times," Clint grinned. "But at least he provides us with a nice place to stay."
Casey grinned back before walked back through the gym section. Clint watched as she tested the sparring mat with her foot.
"If you ever need a sparring partner," Clint walked over to her. "I'm available."
"I'll keep that in mind." Casey glanced at him. "I've had some pretty tough sparring partners..."
"Tasha?" Clint asked.
"She's definitely the toughest one that I've had, but I still beat her about half of the time."
"Wow. I can barely beat her that often."
"Once you learn her moves," Casey smiled. "You get a fighting chance."
"You and Tasha seem to know each other pretty well." Clint leaned against a gymnastics bar.
"Yeah," Casey moved to stand beside him. "You could say we're old friends."
"It's not easy to get close to Natasha Romanoff."
"You're telling me..." Casey chuckled.
"So, how'd you two meet?" Clint looked at Casey.
"We were roommates." Casey's eyes seemed to glow as she remembered. "We hated each other at first. We joined SHIELD around the same time and because we were both considered to be rebels, we were placed together. And I do mean together. It was like we were glued at the hip. We had to spar together, practice together, eat together... I guess it was Fury's way of trying to break our spirits. Didn't work though..."
"I can see that." Clint smirked.
Casey continued, "We both had a less-than-desirable past, so nobody really wanted to trust us. I think that's what finally made us friends. We learned to stick together, no matter what. We still kept in touch, even when we were off on other missions. Director Fury learned that it was not a good idea to brief me on a mission while Tasha was there. She goes into this defensive stage that can frighten anybody..." Casey's voiced trailed off as she broke into a grin.
"Yeah," Clint smiled slightly. "It's almost impossible to get close to Natasha, but once you do, you've got a loyal friend. And I'd say you're pretty close to her..."
"Once we got past our differences," Casey's gaze fell on one of the punching bags. "We learned that we weren't as different from each other as we thought..."
Clint caught the shift in Casey's tone and paused before speaking.
"What brought you to SHIELD?" Clint asked slowly.
"That," Casey turned to him, a small smile of her face. "is a story for another time."
"All right." Clint pushed off the bar and stretched. "But you will tell it to me..."
"I will." Casey nodded. "But right now, I'm hungry. I never did eat lunch..."
"Come on," Clint gave her a goofy grin. "Do you want a meal or a snack?"
"Not sure..." Casey thought for a moment. "Why?"
"If you want a big meal, we can go to the regular kitchen." Clint explained. "If you just want a snack, then we can eat in the Rec Room."
"A snack'll work."
"Then to the Rec Room." Clint said as he walked to the door.
More about Casey and Natasha's past... Which would you rather see next? More about and Casey and Natasha's past or more of Casey's past? I appreciate your feedback! :D