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Clint walked down the hall. Fury had just picked up Cranfield, and Clint wanted to find Casey. She had disappeared right after they returned from the mission. Clint had checked her room and the Rec Room, but he had a strong feeling that he would find her in the gym.

His suspicions were confirmed as he walked into the gym and heard the familiar thumping beat. He found Casey working one of the bags and just watched. She seemed lost in her own world as she pounded the bag with ungloved fists. Clint's mind flashed back to when he had first met Casey.

Clint's thoughts were interrupted as the bag flew through the air and landed on the floor with a thud. Clint's jaw dropped slightly as he saw the sand pouring from a hole in the bag.

"Wow..." Clint said quietly and Casey whirled around.

"How long were you standing there?" she asked.

"Long enough to see you put that bag out of its misery..." Clint grinned. "Pretty impressive show."

To Clint's surprise, Casey's cheeks flushed and she turned to pick up another bag.

"Hey, I didn't mean anything...mean..." Clint stuttered.

What's wrong with you? Clint said to himself. Pull yourself together...

"I know." Casey gave him a small smile as she hung a new bag up.

"I won't tell Tony, if that's what you're worried about."

"Tony Stark doesn't frighten me in the least," Casey said as she started to punch the bag. "I've handled worse."

"So, how'd you do that?" Clint's eyes darted from Casey to the broken bag. "You must be pretty strong..."

"It's not really strength," Casey explained. "It's more tactics."

"Tactics?" Clint raised an eyebrow

"I detected a weak point in the canvas," Casey continued. "And used to it my advantage."

"Ah." Clint nodded. "So, if you don't mind my asking, why didn't you wait for Fury to show up? Before you came here, I mean."

"I had to unwind." Casey stopped punching the bag and turned to Clint. "Like every agent, I need a way to relax after a mission. I use the gym like you used the shooting range."

Clint nodded slowly. He understood the need to just get in your own world after a mission.

"So, what do you do in gym? To unwind."

"Punching bag, gymnastics bar, sparring..."

"Sparring." Clint smiled. "Need a partner?"

"Sure." Casey walked to the mat. "If he's good."

"I think he his..." Clint followed her. "Ready?"

"Yep." Casey nodded.

Clint grabbed Casey's arm and pulled her close to him. He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her arm behind her back. Casey relaxed her body, which forced Clint to let go long enough to regain his grip on her. Casey used his momentary release to wriggle free and grab his left wrist. She quickly moved behind him and pulled his arm behind his back. She placed her foot behind Clint's knee and pushed. Clint fell to his knees and Casey pushed him to the ground. She kept his left arm pulled behind his back and placed her knee on his back. Clint tried to wriggle free, but Casey held him firmly.

"Well, the worm turns..." Casey muttered with a grin.

"You callin' me names?" Clint grunted as he unsuccessfully tried to free himself.

"What are you going to do about it?" Casey waited a moment before releasing Clint and jumping to her feet.

"You're not a bad fighter." Clint rubbed his wrist as he stood up.

"Thanks." Casey glanced at Clint's wrist. "You okay? Sometimes I forget that it's not a real fight..."

"I'm fine." Clint smiled. "I'll get my revenge..."

"You threatening me, Barton?"

"Not really... Just making a promise." Clint suddenly grabbed Casey by the arm.

"What-"

Casey was cut off as Clint slid his foot behind her leg and jerked it out from under her. Casey landed on her back and Clint crouched over her. He swiftly rolled her over and started to grab her other arm, but she threw herself up and into Clint and they both fell back. Casey twisted around and snaked her arm around Clint's neck. Clint tried to free himself, but Casey quickly grabbed his arm with her free hand. She twisted it behind his back and for a moment, they barely moved. Clint twisted his head and sunk his teeth into the arm around his neck.

"Yow!" Casey cried and jumped back.

Casey landed on the mat and rolled on her back. She swung her legs horizontally into Clint's, which sent him falling to the mat. He was clutching the arm Casey bit, so Casey grabbed his other arm. She rolled Clint on his back and held him down. Clint let go of his hurt arm and suddenly jerked to the left. Casey was unprepared for the sudden movement, and she felt to the mat. Clint rolled over and grabbed Casey's arms, pinning her to the mat. Placing most of his weight on Casey, Clint braced his feet against the floor. Casey struggled for a moment, then gave up. Clint had her in an unbreakable hold, and she knew it. He grinned and released her.

"You are good." Casey sat indian-style on the mat. "Even if you do cheat..."

"Who, me?" Clint smirked.

Casey gave him a playful shove.

"You're not bleeding, are you?" Clint looked at Casey's arm.

"I'm fine." Casey smiled and stretched out on the mat. "And totally unwound..."

Clint returned the smile. Casey really was something...

So Clint's a cheater... XD All right, give me some ideas, readers! I'm going to be ending this fic soon, and hopefully working on a sequel. But I still want some chapter ideas! Clint/Casey fluff? Matchmaking? A party? All of these could be in the next chapter or two, but I need your feedback. ;) :D

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