Hello, loyal readers! Yes, I know I haven't updated in a while, but that is going to change. I've had a really hectic month, but I've got several chapters ready to go. :)

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Casey followed Clint into the Rec Room and to the kitchen area. Clint opened the refrigerator and began to dig through the bowls.

"Well, there's burgers, pizza, leftover Chinese-"

"Chinese sounds good." Casey smiled.

"All right." Clint pulled out several covered dishes before moving to the cupboard and getting out two plates.

"I assume it's serve yourself." Casey took a plate.

"Yep." Clint motioned to her. "Age before beauty."

"Pearls before swine." Casey smirked and began to fill up a plate.

"Ouch..." Clint gave her a lopsided grin. "You don't pull any punches, do you?"

"Don't make a habit of it." Casey pulled a couple of forks out of a drawer and handed one to Clint.

"Thanks." Clint took the fork and finished filling up his plate.

"You know," Casey said as she stabbed a piece of Sweet and Sour Chicken with her fork. "Technically, this is my first meal in the Stark Tower."

"Then there should be something to make it more...memorable..."

A smirk slowly spread across Clint's face and there was a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Clint," Casey raised an eyebrow and took a step back. "I don't like how you make that sound..."

Clint continued to smirk as he twirled his fork and flung a noodle at Casey. It struck her in the face and she gasped.

"Did you just start a food fight with me?" Casey gasped as she peeled the noodle off her cheek.

"So it would seem." Clint gave her a lopsided grin.

Casey mimicked Clint's earlier smirk and picked up a wonton.

Bruce Banner and Tony Stark walked into the Rec Room. They had been arguing over some minute detail of radiation, but they froze when they saw the messy pair of SHIELD agents.

Clint's shirt was covered what used to be wontons and his hair was streaked with Sweet and Sour sauce. Casey was slowly picking noodles off her shirt and out of her hair.

"What the heck happened?!" Tony's jaw dropped.

"Food fight." Casey said as she popped a noodle into her mouth.

"That much is obvious..." Bruce tried to hold back a laugh.

"Why in the world-"

"Ask him." Casey interrupted Tony and pointed to Clint. "He started it."

"Looks like you two had fun." Bruce chuckled.

"Actually, we did." Clint glanced at the counter. "And we managed to keep most of the food on o

urselves."

"I needed a shower anyway." Casey said as she walked toward the door.

"Not gonna comment on that one..." Clint said as he followed her.

"You better not..." Casey rolled her eyes.

Tony and Bruce were left in the Rec Room.

"Casey's first day here and she's already taken part in a food fight." Tony grumbled as he looked at the food cartons. "And made sure to leave the mess..."

"She fits in, that's for sure..." Bruce grabbed a rag and wiped off the counter.

Casey walked into her room. She had showered and when she changed her clothes, she was reminded that she still had to finish organizing her room. She walked into the kitchen area and glanced through the cupboards. They were empty, but she would fill them up in no time.

She was making a mental list of snacks when there was a knock at the door.

"Come on in." She called.

Clint walked in, without shutting the door.

"Fury just called." He explained. "He'll be here in a few minutes. He wants to meet with us."

"Okay." Casey sighed and walked to the door. "I'm never going to get my room organized..."

Clint shrugged an apology and they walked down the hall.

Casey followed Clint as he walked into a conference room.

Nick Fury was standing in the middle of the room, a file folder in one hand.

"Agent Jackson," Fury looked at her. "I see that you've settled in."

"I have, sir." Casey's tone was level.

Clint had seen the change in her body language when she walked in. While she had been relaxed as they walked from her room, once she entered the conference room, her posture had straightened and her face was an emotionless mask. Clint couldn't judge her, though; he had almost the exact same reaction to mission briefings.

"You sent for us, sir?" Clint asked.

"I did." Fury nodded and handed Clint the folder. "I've got your first mission."

Casey moved to see over Clint's shoulder as he opened the file. The only content was a picture of a man. He looked to be in his forties, with a solid build and light brown hair. Despite the grainy picture quality, they could see that the man had piercing brown-almost-black eyes.

"Who is he?" Casey asked.

"Hollis Cranfield." Fury said. "You two will go in, get him out, and and bring him back here. Here's the address." Fury handed Casey a slip of paper. "He's scheduled to speak at a conference tomorrow, but he's staying in that hotel for the night. There's a good chance he'll have guards, so be prepared."

"All right." Casey looked at the photo that was still in Clint's hand. "May I ask why SHIELD wants Cranfield?"

Clint glanced at Casey. She definitely knew how to ask Fury a question.

"We have it on good authority that he is an arms dealer." Fury explained. "He's been on our radar for some time."

"Ah." Casey nodded.

"We want him alive, but if he puts up a struggle, feel free to knock him out." Fury crossed his arms. "This needs to be done now. Any questions?"

Clint looked at Casey and she shook her head.

"No, sir." Clint said.

"Then good luck." Fury walked out of the conference room, leaving Clint and Casey alone.

Casey's first mission with Clint... This might be interesting... Don't forget to leave a review! ;)