This seems to be a very creative evening, more to come tomorrow!

Dedicated to Kyla, who understands me when everyone else wonders if I know english.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

It was a familiar setting as Clint bent over the shoulder of the tech person and stared at the computer screen as images flashed before his eyes, searching for the face that was haunting his mind ever since they'd met. Thankfully this time there wasn't a factor of danger to his search, only determination to find the girl he was pretty sure he was falling hard for.

Clint tried to think back to the last time he'd ever felt this way about a girl and couldn't recall anyone. Sure there had been others, some that he could easily say he had feelings for. But none of them compared to Sharon.

Sharon, who could beat him to a pulp until he was literally covered in bruises. Most in that scenario would say that it wasn't worth it; the chick is crazy or high maintenance. Ask Clint and he would tell you that he would just crawl right back over for another round.

She made his heart do acrobatics when they were around each other. Her smile lit up the room and her laugh was loud and genuine, the kind of laugh that makes you want to laugh with her. Her devotion to Angel was beautiful to watch; she really lit up and relaxed with Angel, becoming more of herself in her natural habitat. Clint knew there was more to her than that, and he was eager to find out.

She made him exasperated, eager to know things about her that no one else did. Every time he got close she pushed him away, and it frustrated him to no end. But the challenge it presented kept him coming back. That and the desire to find out why she was so distant and scared; what was it that had her completely convinced that she didn't deserve him or anyone when he was pretty sure that she was it for him.

He ran his hands through his hair as he stood and up walked out of the room to take a break. He wasn't killing himself with this search, but it was starting to become arduous as it was the fourth day since Sharon left and Clint began looking.

He walked down the corridor and came across Angel, who was coming back from the Tesseract lab.

"Any luck Hawk?" Angel asked. Clint twitched a little as she said the name; Angel gave him a confused glance, "What was that?"

"Sharon told me just before she freaked out and ran that she liked calling me 'Hawk' or 'Barton' because she doesn't like my first name."

"Well…" Angel said with a shrug.

"What? Clint's a great name! Like Clint Eastwood!"

"It sounds like a hillbilly name," Angel said bluntly. Clint twitched again, "what now!"

"That's also what Sharon said…" Clint muttered.

Angel rolled her eyes, "As I was saying, any luck on finding Sharon?"

"None yet, but I'm not hurrying it too much this time. You said she's going to be staying in one place for a while so that lessens the stress on me to find her fast. I'm thinking of going to Fury again to try and convince him that it's pertinent that I see her."

"Or I have a better plan," Angel said with a smirk.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Something I'm going to need my studly soldier to help me out with, and it might involve some serious convincing," Angel said, frowning when Clint twitched again, "What now? Please don't tell me my studly soldier makes you think of Sharon, because if that's the case than we're going to have issues."

Clint smirked, "Nah that one was just for fun."

Angel smiled, "Now I remember why I approve of you…" with that she turned and started walking towards the weapons area with Clint trailing after her.

"Wait… when did I have to seek your approval?"

*.*.*.*.*.*.

"No," Steve said, "I'm not doing it, it's wrong."

"Come on hun, it's for the greater good!" Angel begged, walking up to Steve who had been punching a bag for a work out.

"If the greater good is helping Clint find a way into Sharon's pants again, than someone must have lied to me when I took this job."

Angel rolled her eyes and started playing with Steve's hair, "Hun Sharon was a big part of getting us back together, I want to return the favor."

"By using me to convince Coulson to give up her location and send Barton after her when that's the one thing she doesn't want? I don't see how that's returning the favor Angel."

"You are too moral for your own damn good, you know that right?" Angel said as she started to pout.

Steve smirked and cupped her cheek, "Yeah, but that's why you love me."

"Look, all I'm asking is that you talk to Coulson, he loves talking to you. Maybe even sign his Captain America cards,"

"I already signed those cards."

"Well sign them again!" Angel shrugged and kissed Steve lightly, "I made a promise to Sharon that I'm determined to keep, but I have to help Clint find her. It's for her own good."

Steve sighed heavily as he weighed his options: do the right thing and anger his girlfriend so she won't talk to him or use Coulson to get information about Sharon's location. He shook his head, "Let me shower first and put on my uniform, that might help a little…"

Clint had been standing silently in the doorway, he let out a chuckle, "Well would you look at that, the man that is known for his morals is about to get down and dirty."

"I'm doing this to help Sharon, she deserves happiness and if this is what I have to do than so be it."

*.*.*.*.*.

"You know I still have all the films they made of you during World War II," Coulson chatted about excitedly, "Completely preserved, I even bought a projector and screen so that they can be viewed. Would you like to see them?"

Angel kept in an internal groan; Coulson had been twittering on and on like a fanboy for over twenty minutes now, and while it was adorable that he was excited to talk to his idol, they were getting no where with finding out Sharon's location.

"Well I was in those films, I was kind of there, you know?" Steve said, feeling humble and shy about his experiences, "It was quite an experience making them and being a part of a motion picture. Back then it was still ground breaking."

"Oh I'm sure it was! Do you mind telling me about it? I would love to know what the experience was like!"

"OH MY GOD ENOUGH!" Angel shouted exasperatedly. She marched up to Coulson and put a hand on his shoulder and started using her power. Coulson's face went blank a moment.

"Ms. Carver is currently at her cabin in the Pacific Rainforest," From there Coulson spouted off a few coordinates and locations before Angel took her hand off of him.

"Thank you Phil," She said kindly before walking out of the room with Steve following behind her with Clint.

"Was that necessary?" Steve asked.

"Oh he'll be fine, and technically I didn't break my promise so we're good." Angel said with a wave of her hand. She then turned to Clint, "When are you taking off?"

"Right away, I'm just going to grab some things and then take a jet," Clint said, having already made plans days before even without knowing where he would be going.

"When you get there, I suggest using ice cream. It's Sharon's weakness, especially Mint Chocolate cookie or White Chocolate Rasberry Truffle, she'll give in to that." Angel said, winking at Clint, "Go get her Hawk."

Clint smiled, "Thanks for your help Angel, I'll bring her back safe and sound."

"You better, I'm not against barbequing a hawk for dinner."

*.*.*.*.*.*.

Sharon sighed contentedly as she stood on her porch with a cup of cider in one hand. She took a deep breath, loving the smell of the cedars and greenery that surrounded her place.

Cabin was a quaint word for her place; the place had a living room, full size kitchen, 2 bedrooms, full bath, and a complete wrap around porch. It was perfectly proportioned for one person to live there, maybe even two comfortably. Sharon designed it with the intention of only one person settling in there with the extra bedroom for Angel to stay in whenever she visited.

The place had become her escape a few years ago when she was feeling cabin fever while at Xavier's school. By that point she'd saved up enough money and invested smartly that she had a small fortune. At Angel's suggestion, she built her place for herself so she had an escape if things were too stressful and rough.

She loved the cabin, she would stay for a few days, even a few weeks if Angel was with her. This was her first time staying there by herself for an extended period of time, and so far it was nice.

The cabin was the first place she wanted to go to after deciding to leave SHIELD. She didn't have a plan after that. The place was stocked to last her a few weeks before she would have to venture out to the nearest town for more provisions. The only problem with that would be the risk of getting her face on a camera and it getting back to SHIELD where Clint might see it. If that was the case than she could move on to another location and hop from one area to another. But that meant she would have to be on the move almost constantly, and she would never rest.

"So not worth it," She said, wondering why she was going to so much effort to avoid it, "It's not like he's looking for me or anything, if anything he's probably moved on already. Probably too busy with someone else to play cat and mouse with me."

That thought hurt her even more. She shook her head hard to try and forget everything involving Clint again. Seemed like he showed up every other minute in her head and it was ruining her calm she was trying to build up.

Sharon frowned when she realized her cider was cold and went back in to refill her cup and left her front door open to keep the fresh air moving through the place.

She sighed again as she went to her stove, this time a little morosely at the quiet that surrounded her. She was used to having Angel within proximity if she ever wanted company, this was new for her and she missed her friend. However when she closed her eyes all she saw was a certain Hawk's face.

Much to her frustration, being at the cabin only increased her desire for Clint and made her miss him even more. She groaned in frustration at the heavy feeling in her stomach, wishing like hell that it would just go away. This is why I hate the quiet she thought, it scares me because it screams the truth. She decided against having more cider and put her mug in the sink and turned around to head out to the living room to try and read.

She meandered into the room and started to walk over to her bookshelf when a small movement in the corner of her eye made her jump with a yelp.

There was Clint sitting in one of her armchairs, casually relaxing with one foot resting on his left knee as he watched her closely, "Hey there mouse," He said.

It seems that Sharon's plan to avoid Clint has come to a screeching halt. What do you think Clint is up to? Feedback is always appreciated!

Alasiel