Before I know it, I'm officially an agent of SHIELD, and thanks to Natasha and Clint, with level five access to SHIELD info, which, though it isn't much on a general scale, for a newbie it's pretty sweet. It's a slow day at SHIELD, so I join the break room with Nat and Clint.
"Itsy Bitsy, Flappy Bird," I greet them. They roll their eyes in sync before smirking. "What? Oh," I turn around and see Steve right behind me. He nods, smiling.
"How's it been, newbie?" Steve asks, sliding around me to take up a seat.
"In the last, um, thirty minutes since you last saw me? Not a lot happened on my slow trod towards the break room of mystery," I reply sarcastically. My phone starts vibrating in my pocket. "Excuse me for a minute," I say before seeing it's my sister.
"Tatyana, um, there's a bit of a problem. The cat ran out the house and terrorized the neighbour's mice and now she wants to speak to you," Natalya came over the phone.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, right? Fine, how soon?"
"Basically you've got half an hour before she goes ballistic."
"Fine, see you soon," I mutter into the phone. I slide my bag over my shoulder and look to leave.
"Hey, where're you going, party's just started," Clint said.
"No, party just ended. I gotta go deal with a crazy neighbour. I'll see you tomorrow, guys." Everyone waves, except for Steve.
"Tatyana, wait up! I need to ask you-"
"Sorry, I can't right now, I'll, um, I'll talk to you tomorrow, bye soldier!"

I wake up the next morning, feeling way more energetic to get my lazy ass to work. I pour a bowl of cereal for Natalya and I pour some milk for our cat. I hum as I chew the Nature Valley bar that's probably two months old. I'm humming in the bath, I'm humming as I brush my teeth and I'm humming as I try to walk out the door. But, with a prying fifteen year old sister, you kinda have to expect to be stopped on your way out. She grabs my arm.
"Wa-a-a-it Tatyana! Why are you so happy?" she asks with a suggestive smirk. I pull my arm away from her.
"Oh fuck off, child. You don't even know who I work with! It's just Clint and Natasha, if you were wondering," I tell her, to her disappointment.
"Ah well, tell them I said hey," she tells me before going back inside.
"Remember no TV!"
"Gotcha, sis," she says with a wave goodbye.

"T! Good you showed up!" Clint shouts to me. I laugh.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Most agents bail out after their first day," Clint tells me with a snort, putting an arm around me. I raise an eyebrow.
"I'm guessing that's due to you and Redhead over there- hey Tasha," I guess. Clint gives me a knowing smile.
"Hola chica," Natasha replies sarcastically. "I think Steve is coming soon," she tells me, smirking. I roll my eyes.
"Y'know, he had something to ask me yesterday, but I had to bail."
"Naggy neighbour?" Clint guesses. I laugh and nod. The three of us are like best friend in high school, which I'm pretty proud of. As we're walking to the training room, which is the one they're insistent on showing me first, I feel hand wrap around my eyes.
"Guess who," the voice said behind me. I wrinkle my nose and smirk.
"Chris Evans?" I say sarcastically. He laughs.
"Close, two more guesses."
"Um, Steve?" I remove the hands from my face to reveal the smirking blonde. "Hey boy scout." He gives me a sarcastic salute and smiles at me.
"It is," he says. There's an awkward five minute silence before Steve perks up. "Oh, before you have to run off again, my question, from yesterday…" he blushes a bit.
"Sure, and it is…"
"Well, there's a dance near where I live on Saturday, and I was wondering if you would probably want to, um, come with?" he looks at me hopefully as his face grows red. Natasha nudges me and I glare at her.
"Um, sure, I'd love to come," I reply, giving him a small smile. He takes a breath of relief.
"Great! Thank you," he says quietly.
"No big, pick me up at eight, and I'll see you later," I say with a wink.
"Twenty that there's not going to be much dancing going on," Clint tells Natasha not-so-discreetly.
"I bet thirty that there isn't going to be any dancing going on at all!" Natasha says blankly. I hit her on the arm.
"And I bet fifty to the both of you that y'all are just being giggly teenagers."

The training room was GARGANTUAN. I mean, there were targets, punching bags, a running track, an archery section, there was a boxing ring. I'd never seen so many things in a room before- not even the gym.
"Wow," I mutter. Clint smiles at my wonder.
"Welcome to SHIELD, my redhead friend! Well, my second redhead friend," he mutters, glancing at Natasha who instantly heads for the shooting range. She doesn't miss a single target. Soon, I join her and reluctantly pick up a gun.
"Why so scared, T? Do you think it'll screw up your 'dance moves' for Steve?" she asks, snorting. I glare at her and pull the trigger at the target. I almost hit the bulls-eye, almost.
"I am not. It's just that the last time you and I aimed guns at things, they weren't exactly immobile targets," I say drearily. Natasha is immobilized by the memories and sobers immediately. "That's what I thought, Nat, now, focus," I mutter, not feeling too happily about the memories either. After a good few minutes of heavy silence, Natasha smirks as soon as she finishes shooting her last target.
"Use protection," she ended off. I glare at her as she walks slowly out the room. I turn back to the targets and I come a few centimetres off Natasha's dead centre shot. I smile to myself before running to catch up with my friends.

Around four or five hours later, I throw myself onto the couch of the break room, exhausted. Clint and Natasha made it their mission to make me memorize every twist and corner (and even vent) of SHIELD. Despite being a mouthful to say, it's hell to find your way around. Nat and Clint come into the room after me, followed by none other than Steve.
"Is it me or are you three the only Avengers in this world?" I ask sarcastically. They chuckle.
"At the moment, at least in New York; sometimes we call in Bruce and Thor will visit with Jane from time to time. Every Wednesday, Tony comes in and gives us an update of the Avengers Tower," Steve explains, cautiously sitting next to me. I cock my head to the side.
"What? I never knew you guys got a tower."
"Others aren't supposed to know. Only the team and their significant others," Natasha tells me.
"The Avengers get around? I thought you guys have some serious shit to Avenge. Yeah, guys, I'm sorry I can't assemble right now; I'm busy having lunch with my girl. Get your shit together, guys, so who are these lucky bastards?" I ask.
"Um, well, Thor has Jane, Bruce has Betty, Pepper has Tony and then there's us who share a floor regardless and-" Clint shuts up as Steve looks slightly embarrassed. "And they don't interrupt us working, for your information."
"Why are you two so blind, just kiss already!" I tease. They blush heavily before scoffing.
"We'll kiss when you admit you two aren't going to be getting much dancing done."
I roll my eyes and throw a plastic cup at Clint's smirking face. Saturday was a day away.