Thank you for the reviews so far! I noticed that you all want me to write longer chapters and I want to explain my reasoning for the varying lengths of the chapters. Here is the thing: all my chapters are going to vary in length, some will be short and some will be long. This all has to do with what I want to post at the time, because there are certain scenes that I want grouped together. I'm not going to try to write long chapters all the time just for the sake of making them long, I feel like that would just be adding unnecessary details and information. I also start to lose focus when I am constantly writing really long chapters because I'm anxious to move on to the next one. Longer chapters also means that I would not be posting as often as I am: I would go from posting twice a day to maybe once every 2-3 days and I really like that I am posting consistently right now.

Please bare with me, I know you want longer chapters but I don't always have it in me to write them. I'm really happy you want more of the story though! It's such a huge compliment that you're asking for more, I can't tell you how appreciative I am for the reviews I have received so far.

Dedicated to Kyla

CHAPTER SIX

Angel's meeting with Steve proved fruitful; as he relayed as much information he could on his experience with the Tesseract and Hydra's use of the power. While they tried to stay on subject, the conversation turned quickly to one of a friendly nature. Steve smiled at Angel's laugh as he told her about his time selling war bonds on stage; her laugh was loud and infectious and made him want to join in just at the sound of it.

"Oh my look at the time!" Angel gasped, looking at the clock behind them, "We've been here for two hours!"

"So we have, we better get you back to the lab. Would you like to continue this tomorrow? Same time?" Steve asked, hoping she would say yes.

"That sounds lovely," Angel said with a delighted smile, "It seems like we barely skimmed the surface of your knowledge."

"Just trying to help where I can ma'am." Steve said while holding the door open for her to exit the dining area. They parted ways in front of the Tesseract lab, where Angel disappeared into for the remainder of the day, jotting down notes on the Tesseract and files containing incidences involving it.

She wasn't surprised that Sharon had disappeared, knowing Sharon had probably gathered all the knowledge she needed in half the time it would have taken Angel.

She shook her head, the lives she and her best friend led were full of mystery and that was how they always liked it; them against the world. But she couldn't help but feel a bit too shrouded in the mystery, wishing she could have a little freedom to be herself without any walls up to protect herself and Sharon.

The next day, Sharon wandered to the weapons training area of the hellicarrier, happy to find it empty. She meandered the area first, getting an idea of the layout and what there was to work with. She went over to the gun area and was happy to find a sniper rifle, her gun of choice.

She picked it up and inspected it, enjoyed the weight of it in her hands and the improvements added to it. It had been a while since she used one and was keen to try it out.

She went over to the shooting range and set up her booth, hanging up the target and setting it about hallway through the room. She aimed the gun and let it sit on safety for a moment as she adjusted to it.

She was feeling more comfortable with it when she felt a warm body on her back and two hands place themselves over hers, "The thing about guns is that to make them work, you have to take them off the safety setting." Barton's voice said close to her ear, before he flicked off the safety.

At his touch, Sharon felt a familiar tingling run down her spine and through her nerves. She closed her eyes a moment and took a deep breath, "Thanks for the tip, Captain obvious." She said sarcastically, putting down the gun before turning to find Agent Barton looking at her with an amused expression. She felt her face heat when she noticed his proximity, but refused to back down.

Barton's smile grew as he took a step back and walked to the station right next to her. He opened his bow and took out an arrow, then fired it right into the middle of the target. It stuck out of the middle of the target like a beacon, Barton turned to Sharon with a cheeky grin on his face.

Sharon barely lifted a brow before raising her gun and taking less then a second to aim and shoot. The bullet sliced right down the middle of the arrow, splitting it in half.

With barely a pause and without looking to see Barton's reaction, she shot eight more times at the head of the target, creating the outline of a smiley face with the bullet holes.

She gingerly set down the rifle and turned to Barton, who was staring at the target with a blank expression on his face.

Sharon couldn't contain the victorious smile that spread across her face, making her look like the Cheshire cat, "Don't feel too bad Locksley, at least you got one good shot in."

Barton turned to look at Sharon, "What just happened?" He asked.

"I believe I made a Robin Hood joke, hence calling you Locksley?"

"No I mean where did you learn that." He said, indicating the target with a nod.

Sharon shrugged her shoulders and turned around to return the gun to it's home, "Just something I picked up." She said nonchalantly, placing the gun in its hold and turning to find Clint standing mere inches from her.

He stared at her, looking straight into her eyes with great intensity. Sharon swallowed and felt herself heat up a bit. He had her trapped against the gun wall, she couldn't move around him but then again, she didn't necessarily mind his closeness.

He stared for a few more long moments, "I can't figure you out." He said in a low voice, Sharon swallowed again on her suddenly dry throat.

"I'll take that as a compliment." She said, cursing how hoarse her voice sounded. Still he didn't move, Sharon felt the tingling come back a bit more thanks to their proximity. She suddenly slid quickly around him and walked out of the room at a steady pace.

As soon as she was a good distance away from the room, she allowed herself to stop and lean against a wall to catch her breath. She held her abdomen with one arm and took deep breaths, wishing the heat of her face to cool down.

I'm going to have to keep my distance from this guy she thought to herself, knowing that he was doing everything he can to find out what her and Angel's roles were in their mission.

Back in the weapons room, Clint sat down on a bench and stared straight ahead, taking in the events that had just occurred. His first impression of Ms. Carver were clearly false, as she demonstrated an aim and mastery of weapons almost as good if not better than his own.

He stood up slowly and walked over to the target, admiring her handy work on his arrow. It had been split right down the middle of the arrow, a talent very few had that he was aware of. With that thought in mind, he left the weapons room and made his way over to his work quarters, deciding to do some research on Ms. Carver and see what turned up.

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