Clint
Clint opened his eyes and he quickly squinted as the sun beamed into his pupils. Clint put his hand in front of his eyes and he opened them again. He blinked a few times till his pupils adjusted. He took his hand away and he slowly sat up. He was on the couch, he must have fell asleep after dinner. He rubbed his eyes and he yawned.
He looked at the clock: 7:21 am. Clint sat up and he felt his back crack. He groaned and he cracked his neck.
That's the last time I sleep on the couch.
Clint stood and he walked to the hallway and he went up a stairway and he jumped up onto a ledge. He pulled himself up and he sniffed and he blinked again. He was still asleep. He jumped up to another one, and he held himself up and he looked back at the other one and he planted his feet on the wall and he pushed off and jumped backwards and he grabbed the ledge. He grunted slightly and he pulled himself up. He stood up and he found a small black rope. He grabbed it and he started to pull himself up with only his arms.
He came to a small hatch and he held himself up with one hand and he opened the hatch with his free hand. He grabbed the ledge and pulled himself up. He climbed through and sat down on the floor and he closed the hatch. He looked around his room, he hadn't been in it awhile and it had begun to gather a little dust. He stood up and he walked to the wall and he grabbed a lever and pulled it down and metal shudders flipped up.
The sun peered into the room and he could see all the small particles in the air. Clint pulled off his shirt and he slightly grunted as his scar pulled. He dropped the shirt and he ran his finger across his newest scar. He winced and he inhaled and he walked over to his dresser. He pulled off his watch and he tossed it onto the dresser. He pulled out his phone and he put it in its charger. He rubbed his eyes again and he slipped out of his boots next. He placed them against his bed and he unclipped his belt and he let his pants fall away. He stood in his boxers and he stretched and he cracked his back again.
Clint pulled off his socks and he walked toward his bathroom. He closed the door and he slipped out of his boxers and he tossed them aside and he stepped into his walk in shower and he turned on the shower. The water was cold at first and Clint dodged it quickly then it got warm. Clint grabbed his tooth brush from a small ledge in the shower and he put toothpaste on it and he slowly put it under the water and he took it away quickly and he began to brush his teeth.
He felt his mouth become fresh and clean and he opened his mouth and he got some of the warm water into his mouth and he gurgled it and spit it out towards the drain in the middle of the shower. Clint's skin was damp from the steam and he stepping into the steady spray of warm water and he let it run over him and his hair went down and he felt the warm water run down his face. He put his hand on the wall in front of him and he let the water run over him.
He relaxed under the warm water and he grabbed his shampoo and he put it into his hand and began to wash his hair. He scrubbed and then he rinsed it out. He made sure it was all out of his hair and he grabbed his body wash. He washed his arms, legs, back, chest, and two other areas. He winced slightly as he went over his new scar and he exhaled and he rinsed the suds away and he turned off the shower. He grabbed a towel from a rack that was next to the door and he dried his hair and the rest of him and he wrapped it around his waist and he walked out of the bathroom.
He saw a message on his phone and he looked at it.
She is one the way Barton, you have good taste in meeting places. The bar, she'll approve-Fury.
Clint chuckled lightly and he began to get dressed.
Clint walked into the kitchen and Steve was standing behind Natasha. Clint had a look of alarm when Natasha slightly yelled. Clint took a step forward.
"Steve" Natasha said
"You have to flip it Natasha" Steve said
Clint stopped and sniffed. Steve was teaching her how to cook. Clint smirked and he turned around and he walked into the hallway.
"Ah it looks horrible" Natasha said
"It looks fine, give yourself some credit" Steve said lovingly
"You're just saying that"
"I will admit it isn't perfect, but not bad for your first egg"
"If an egg is hard, how the hell do you make a casserole?"
"One step at a time babe"
Clint chuckled as he walked into the elevator and he pressed the button for the garage. He waited for the door to open. He felt the elevator slowed and it pinged and the door opened. He walked out into the large garage and he found his car. It was a dark purple convertible. He had tan seats and he put on sunglasses and he put the keys into the ignition and he felt the car come to life. He smiled and he drove out of the garage and onto the street.
Clint stopped at a red light and he waited patiently and he was about ten minutes away from the bar. He kept a small smirk on his face, and he had to wonder what she was going to be like. He might actually like her. Clint had a hard time liking anyone. He kept in his mind that he still wouldn't trust her. He wouldn't trust her for a second, she needed to earn his trust. Clint saw the light go green and he put his foot on the gas and he drove forward. Clint pulled into a parking spot and he got out of the car and he put coins in the parking meter. He sighed and he walked to the bar's door. He opened it and no one was there, it wasn't even open yet.
"We aren't open yet… oh Mr. Barton" An elderly man said
"Hey Hicks" Clint said smiling
"You didn't tell me you were coming"
"Oh, business. I'm meeting someone here"
"It isn't a girl is it?"
"Huh, funny you should ask that. It is"
"Mr. Barton when are you going to find yourself someone?"
"Not my style Hicks, you know that"
"A man has to change sooner or later Mr. Barton"
"Well today isn't the day" Clint said sitting down at a booth.
"You want your usual?" Hicks asked
"It's a bit early Hicks"
"Is it, huh I remember that never stopped you"
"Fine one beer" Clint said smiling
Clint noticed a woman walking into the bar and she had long blonde hair and she looked beautiful. Hicks turned toward Clint and he spoke softly "Is that her?"
Clint nodded
"Damn son" Hicks said and he walked away chuckling
Clint didn't bother to get up, he just took off his sunglasses and put one of the supports on his collar and they hung there in front of his chest. The woman looked over and she saw Clint sitting in the booth. He looked better than she expected. She walked over and she sat down.
Clint followed her with his eyes and he didn't smile like he usually would if a beautiful woman sat down in front of him.
"You must be Agent Barton" she said
"It's Clint" Clint said
"Oh, from my understanding you were still and agent"
"I haven't been and agent for six months" Clint said smiling and he was happy he wasn't
"I sense some resentment in your voice"
"Yeah, I was ordered to capture Steve. Like they honestly expected me to take down a friend"
"You seem to do that a lot" she said
"That business with Natasha was different"
"Oh so it's Natasha, not Romanoff"
"We're friends" Clint said he was beginning not to like her.
"How is it different?"
"Are you interrogating me?"
"Am I?"
"I hope so, because if this is how you talk to anyone else, I'm surprised no has shot you yet"
"Your reputation precedes you"
"Yeah, and here is the famous Huntress, now Mockingbird" Clint said
"I see you know a bit about me"
"Yeah, it's in your file"
"You read my file?"
"Yeah last night"
"Only the director of S.H.I.E.L.D can read my file"
"Hem the director let me, Fury wants to keep my trust"
"Well, it seems you have trust issues"
"Shouldn't I?"
She stayed quiet to this and she blinked and she pulled out a file.
"Do you know a man named Niko Constantine?"
Clint took the file and he opened it and he looked at the man in the picture.
"No, who is he?"
"Well he is now the leader of the notorious group called Red Room"
Clint mentally gulped and he looked up from the file.
"Red Room?"
"Yep"
"You're sure?"
"As sure as we heard from the horse's mouth"
"He made contact?"
"Twice" she said nodding
"Let me guess, once by communicator, and another by tape?"
"How'd you know?"
"Just a lucky guess. How dangerous is this man?"
"Well, he killed the old leaders of Red Room and took it over and now he's after James Barnes"
"Barnes?"
"Yes, Barnes trained him seventy years ago"
"What is it with the seventy year thing?"
"No idea, but he was unpredictable and good, very good"
"Barnes tell you this?"
She nodded "He is the male equivalent to Black Widow"
Clint put the file down on the table and he exhaled.
"You do know, that is not a good combination. What happened to him?"
"He was deemed a failure, because he was too volatile and they couldn't control him."
"Ironic"
"He was originally called the Spider and he was the leader of Shadow games. Now we know his name and what his organization is called."
"Yeah, but only because he told you"
"We would have found out sooner or later"
"So he wants what?"
"To destroy Barnes, and everyone he knows and it has to do with something that involves Romanoff"
"What do you think? He wants to use her to kill Barnes?"
"No idea, I was hoping that you would help me on finding out what that plan is"
"So are you asking me or telling me?"
"Asking"
"Well that's kind of you"
"So what do you say?"
Clint was silent for a minute or two and he looked at the file and then back at her.
"OK, I'll help you get him" Clint said
"Thank you"
"I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for a friend, she has my trust and I hope I have hers"
"You'll report to D.C. Tomorrow" she said getting up
"Well, have a nice day Miss Morse" Clint said also standing
Morse left and Clint was standing alone and Hicks came over with his beer. Clint accepted it and he drank it rather quickly.
"You going to ask her out?"
Clint looked back at Hicks "What?" Hicks asked with his hands raised.
Steve
Steve finished washing the pan and he put it on the side of the counter. He turned to Natasha, who was sitting at the bar. Steve walked up behind her and he kissed her shoulder.
"Long road huh?" Natasha asked
"It wasn't that bad Nat."
"I know"
"Then do you think you could do it again?"
"I don't know Steve"
"How about I help you through the steps"
"No, I have to be able to do this on my own"
"Ok, tomorrow, you will make me breakfast" Steve said smiling turning back to the sink
"Oh God" Natasha exhaled and put her head in her hands and she smiled "I hope I don't poison you"
"What better way to get poisoned than by breakfast" Steve said smirking
"That's a sick sense of humor"
"I just realized that" Steve said smiling
"Well aren't you two adorable" Clint said
Steve and Natasha looked over at the Clint who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.
"How did the meeting go?" Natasha asked
"Meeting?" Steve asked
"Oh, like usual, they need some help and I'm on the top of the list" Clint said smirking
"That doesn't help your ego" Natasha said smiling
Clint chuckled and he walked forward and he stopped at the bar and he put his hand on the counter and he leaned.
"So Cap, how did the cooking lesson go?"
"You saw that?" Natasha said alarmed
"Its ok, it's nice to see you learning something that's, normal" Clint said smiling
"Shut up" Natasha said softly smirking
"I didn't say anything" Clint said smiling
"Yeah, but you were thinking loud enough" Natasha said
"Ok, you caught me. So Cap do you think it would be ok if I left for a while?"
"Why are you asking me?" Steve asked confused
"So it's ok?"
"Yeah, its fine" Steve said smiling, still confused
"Thanks sir" Clint said
"What?"
"Oh, I just like to think you're the leader" Clint said walking away
Natasha turned her head toward Steve "Leader of the Avengers, it does have a nice ring to it" she said smiling
"I'm not the leader" Steve said blushing
"You might as well be"
"We're all equals"
"When has that ever stopped someone from having a leading position?"
"Nat, I'm not the leader"
"Then who is? Please don't tell me it's Stark" Natasha said
"No, no way" Steve said
"See, then you're the leader" Natasha said
"That doesn't make any sense" Steve said shaking his head
"Steve, you come up with every plan, and you give us orders during missions. Face it you're the leader" Natasha said and she walked past him.
Steve followed her with his gaze as she walked to the hallway.
"Oh, and if the leader ever wants special treatment, you know where to get it" Natasha said smiling seductively
Steve blushed and smiled.